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“Take off my pants,” I instruct, pressing my hips away from the wall like he might need a visual guide to what I’m asking for.
Trystan gives a satisfied hum and undoes my jeans, shoving them down over my hips and sliding them down my legs before helping me step out of them. He left my underwear on, and as he kneels in front of me, I know he sees the damp spot in the thin fabric. He leans a little closer, his mouth dropping open slightly as a look of such abject desire crosses over his face that it makes my heart skip a beat.
But he doesn’t touch me.
He’s waiting for me to tell him what I want.
The words come even easier this time, and I feel dirty and proud of it as I grab a fistful of his hair, drawing his gaze up to my face. “Put your mouth on me, Trystan. Lick my pussy.”
His nostrils flare, the black of his pupils expanding rapidly to overtake his turquoise irises. “Fuck, I like you like this.”
I grin at him, and the spell is broken for a moment as he grins back, the two of us smiling crazily at each other like two giddy teenagers.
Then Trystan grabs the fabric of my panties on both sides and tugs my hips toward him. My smile disappears on a gasp as he drags his nose along my cloth-covered core. When he reaches my clit, he wraps his lips around me, sucking on the fabric of my panties as his tongue dances over my sensitive bud.
The back of my skull hits the wall with a hard thunk as I tip my head back, but neither one of us really notices. I’m too busy trying to stay upright, and Trystan’s too busy trying to eat me alive.
He tortures me through my panties, teasing me with the way his tongue almost touches my skin. I have a sudden hatred for the small scrap of fabric clinging to my hips, and when I reach down and yank the crotch of my panties to one side, Trystan lets out a low chuckle.
“Something you want, Sable?”
“Your mouth on me.” I stare down the length of my body at his handsome, upturned face. His features always look so perfect and sharp, but from this angle, I see a softness to him that I’ve never noticed before. “I want your mouth on me. Nothing between us. I want to feel all of you.”
“Jesus. I don’t know where you learned to talk dirty, but you’re a fucking natural, sweetheart.” For a second, his expression turns serious, his gaze burning into mine. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve a shot with a woman like you, but I’m glad as fuck I found you.”
My heart swells in my chest, making it hard to draw in a full breath. The heat of our argument has settled into something else. Something heavy and sweet and so real it almost scares me.
I smile down at him, my lips wobbling a little as I thread my fingers through his chocolate brown hair. The moment lingers between us for a moment, and then Trystan leans forward and presses a kiss to my clit. It’s soft and tender, and even though it doesn’t exactly feed the arousal pulsing through me, it makes my core clench anyway.
My hand stays in his hair, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as I watch him slide my panties off and slowly begin to work my clit with his tongue.
I’ve never… watched this closely before, the few times one of the men has done this to me. But now I find that I can’t look away. My gaze is riveted, fascinated by the way his mouth moves over my core, exploring and experimenting until he finds out exactly what I like.
At one point, he hikes one of my legs over his shoulder to give him a better, closer angle. I can barely keep my standing leg from buckling as he stiffens his tongue and spears me with it, making my inner walls clench hard in anticipation.
“Trystan!” I tug at his hair, trying to pull him up to stand. I’m so close, so freaking close. I want to feel him inside me. “Fuck me. Please!”
I feel his smile against my skin as he goes back to circling my clit. But despite my firm grip on his hair, this time he doesn’t follow my command.
“Come on my face, sweetheart,” he murmurs roughly. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
Oh, God. Did he say I’m good at dirty talk? The filthy promise in his voice is all it takes to push me past my breaking point. I fly over the edge, my standing leg shuddering as the other one tightens around him, my hips grinding against his face. He keeps lapping at me until he feels my body relax, all the tension draining from my muscles.
Then he slides my leg off his shoulder and surges to his feet, already pulling his shirt off with one hand. His pants go next, and he’s naked so fast my brain can barely keep up. I get a single heartbeat to admire his muscular frame and narrow hips before he’s picking me up, pressing my back against the wall as he wraps my legs around his waist.
He reaches down between us, fisting his cock and lining himself up, and then he drives his hips forward, impaling me in one thrust.
I’m tight. So tight.
But I’m also so fucking wet.
The stretch of my walls sends a shock through my entire body, but it’s not painful. The heavy grunt that falls from my lips makes Trystan pause for a moment though.
“Sable,” he murmurs, drawing back a little to look down at me.
But I wrap my arms and legs around him, pinning him tightly to me as my lips brush the shell of his ear. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I whisper.
I feel the vibrations of his chuckle as his shoulders relax a little. Then his lips descend on mine, kissing me ravenously as he begins to fuck me against the wall. This is a new position for me, and I like the way he gets so deep, the way his arms flex as he holds me up. I feel both in control and at his mercy, and I nip at his lip as a heady rush of adrenaline fills me.
