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“Yes, as in, I adore you.”

Face pressed against his chest, I hugged him, but the press of his cock reminded me of what we were about to do. Excitement rushed through me again, and I eased out of his embrace to take his hand and lead him into the bedroom.

Luckily, it was the room with my things, so I let him go and went for my bag. The lube I'd brought was already on the bedside table, so all we needed was a condom. I brought out the box in case we needed more later.

Blankets bunched on the floor at the foot of the bed where Tristan had shoved them. He was on the bed, propped against the headboard, still looking nervous. I tossed the box to him.

Tristan caught it and focused on removing a condom and putting it on. Hiding my smile, I climbed onto the bed beside him and reached for the lube. His eyes went wide as I squeezed some onto his encased erection.

“Do I use my fingers first?” he asked.

“For this first time, I'm going to work myself onto you. Once I'm stretched, I'll, uh, dismount.” I grinned. “And I'll lay down. You can proceed as you would otherwise.”

“This is fucking weird.”

We laughed together, and when the laughter faded, we were left smiling.

“You ready?” I asked.

Tristan held out his hands. “Do you want me like this or lying down?”

“However you're comfortable.”

“Okay, mount up.”

I made a face at him.

“I'm nervous! And you used the word first.”

“Okay, okay.” I straddled him. “Hold yourself steady for me.”

He nodded and gripped his base. Holding onto his shoulders, I lowered myself. The slip of his lubricated cock against my cheeks tightened my nipples. Tristan's gaze was on my face, watching every twitch for signs of pain.

“Tristan, relax,” I said. “I'm not going to hurt myself.”

“Okay.”

I slipped onto him, pushing gently, up and down until I felt open enough to take him. His tip popped past my ring, and he gasped, his gaze going down. Moaning, I moved slowly over him, clenching his shaft before going down.

“Let go, I've got you,” I whispered.

“God help me.” Tristan released his hold on his cock. “You are the sexiest woman on the planet.”

Those words sent a rush of lust and pride through me. I briefly thought of the Curses before enjoying the feelings. I didn't do this sexual act with many men. I had to be in the right mood, and they had to be able to take direction. With Tristan, it was perfect and liberating for both of us. He got to see how it could be sexy, not disgraceful. While I got the honor of teaching the master something new.

I sat on him and rolled my hips. “How does it feel?”

“Honestly, pretty amazing.” His hands went to my hips. “Different.” He grinned. “I feel naughty.”

“Me too.” I bit my lower lip and rose on my knees.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered as I moved. “You can squeeze me so hard with, uh, your . . .”

“Ring of muscles,” I offered him a better way of saying anus, or, God forbid, sphincter. Ew.

“Yes, that.” He grinned and then started to pant. “I need to move.”

“I think I'm about ready.”