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“Can we do this facing each other?”

“Sure. Just lay me back, and I'll hook my knees over your arms.”

“Okay.” Tristan supported my back with one arm while he moved forward.

It was awkward, and he had to adjust a few times, but we finally managed to get me on my back.

“Maybe a pillow under my hips,” I suggested.

“A pillow. Yes, a pillow.” He grabbed a pillow and then groaned when I lifted my hips. “Hold on. Ugh.”

He slipped out, and his expression was so distraught I burst into laughter. Which made him grimace at me.

“I'm sorry, this is kind of a disaster.” I giggled.

“It is not even remotely a disaster.” He adjusted the pillow so I was lifted and then adjusted my legs. “Now, I'm going to fuck your ass while you rub your pussy, and we are going to come really fucking hard.”

I giggled again, but my giggled stopped when he slid into me. “Oh, yeah, okay.” I reached down and rubbed myself.

With a groan, Tristan pumped gently into me, his gaze locked on my hand. “That is the most arousing thing I've ever seen. Is this how you touch yourself when you're alone?” He looked up at me.

“No, this is how I touch myself when you fuck my ass. If I were alone, I'd concentrate on the clit. I'll do that later. For now, I want a slow build, so I'm stroking all of my pussy.”

Tristan groaned. “I love your naughty talk.”

“You haven't heard a woman talk like this?” I slid my hand down to brush his cock as it entered me.

“No,” he panted. “It's making me want to say things too.”

“Naughtier than 'I'm going to fuck your ass?'”

“Oh, yes.” His belly rolled as he pumped into me.

It wasn't just this one act he'd missed out on. Tristan had learned how to please a woman, but never gone beyond the basics. He'd never explored. This was way overdue.

Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I asked, “Do you want me to start?”

“No, let's keep this natural. I just want to go with how I'm feeling.”

“And how are you feeling? Because I'm feeling amazing. Your cock is the perfect size, stretching my ass without hurting me. It feels slippery and deep. Like you're claiming me.”

“You want to be claimed?” Tristan bent his head and brushed our lips together. “Because that's what I want. I want to claim every part of you. I want your ass and your pussy and you mouth, and every your breasts. I want to fuck you everywhere. I want you to feel as if you're mine.”

“I am yours. And I want you to fuck me everywhere.”

“Can I fuck you harder in your tight ass?”

“Yes, fuck me hard!” I gripped his shoulders

Tristan braced his hands on the bed and pounded into me. His face lost all civility and something savage came through. With deep grunts and bared teeth, he claimed me and his sexuality. I could practically see the outdated restrictions falling from him.

I switched to rubbing my clit, sensing his nearing orgasm. His head swiveled down to watch my furious flicking, and he growled. It was as if another man had taken over his body. When he slammed into me one last time and locked up, his body bowed, strained, and his expression tightened into a primal mask.

With a roar, he came, body jerking. I followed, spasming around him and beneath him, enjoying the show of his orgasm climbing with mine, his head thrashing, and his cries going broken. At last, his body went limp and flowed forward. As he came down, he released my legs. Panting, we lay together, his body slipping free of mine.

Tristan whispered in my ear, “You've done it now, my love. I'm going to fuck you all day. I'm going to take what you offered. Starting with your beautiful tits and ending with you ass. I want you on your hands and knees next time so I can see your little pink ring stretching around me.”

I nearly came again.