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“I…I……” She couldn’t help smiling up at him. Tristan Black, one of the most feared, respected and arrogant men in town was at a loss for words. No one would ever believe her, not that she planned on sharing this moment with anyone.
“Shh, just move. I feel better,” she said soothingly.
He stubbornly shook his head. “No, I hurt you,” he said, gasping. She could tell that this was killing him. It made her love him even more. Any other man would have probably just reassured her that it was okay and proceeded, but Tristan cared. He really did love her.
“It’s supposed to happen the first time,” she said with a shy smile. She noted seconds later that he’d gone utterly still. Beautiful green eyes stared down at her in shock.
“I’m your first?” he asked in a tone of disbelief.
“Yes! Now move!” she cried out, not caring how desperate she sounded. Thank God he did just that. She didn’t want to have to kill him after all.
He took her lips in another hungry kiss as he pulled back out and thrust back in, driving her crazy. He kept his thrusts even and slow. She could feel his entire body tremble with the effort it took to maintain control. She appreciated the sentiment, but she didn’t want control. She wanted Tristan. She wanted to see him snap and release everything he’d been holding back.
“You feel so good, Tristan,” she practically purred as she teasingly ran her fingers over his back. He groaned long and loud as his thrusts became a bit unsteady. He stared down at her, watching her hungrily as he moved inside of her.
She needed him to lose control and she knew of only one way to do that. She had to taunt him. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him down so she could press a kiss against his neck, earning a sexy growl.
Marty pressed another kiss right beneath his ear and suckled the skin, making him lose a little more control, but not enough.
“I’ve dreamed of you f**king me for years, Tristan,” she whispered into his ear, making him buck hard into her. “I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock, licking you from your balls to the tip and back again. I’ve dreamed of you bending me over and-“
Her words were cut off by a loud roar as he began to pound into her, hard and quick. It took everything she had to hold onto him as her h*ps thrust up to meet his. He took her mouth again in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth with more control.
She wanted to scream, “Yes!” and probably did by the way he grunted. She felt her body tighten around his as her orgasm built inside her. She became wild beneath him, kissing him and clawing at him, desperate for what waited for her. When her orgasm finally broke, she threw her head back and screamed his name.
Tristan stilled above her. After a sight pause he threw his head back and groaned, long and loud. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head forward, panting. “Marty….oh….God….Marty!” He groaned loudly before he took a deep breath and brushed his lips over hers.
She couldn’t help but smile as she weakly said, “That was so good, Tristan.”
He raised himself up to look down at her, looking confused and very sexy. “What do you mean ‘was’? We’re not done yet.”
“What……” Her eyes widened as she felt him move inside of her.
“Nope,” he said with a pleased grin. “Definitely not done.” He swallowed her whimper with his mouth as her took her again.
*-*-*-*
An hour after she cried, begged and threatened to kill him, Marty’s head finally hit the pillow. He took her four times. Four times! Every time got better and better, if that was even possible. She didn’t count the blowjobs she gave him to buy herself some sleep. Naturally he felt the need to reciprocate those times in the shower with his mouth and fingers. Now she was sore, spent and pretty sure that she’d used up a lifetime of orgasms with him tonight. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.
A moment later she tensed when she felt him curl up behind her. He chuckled softly in her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you a rest. It’s just after ten now so in about oh,…three hours I’ll wake you up again.”
She whimpered.
Another chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get some sleep. We have to be at work in the morning.”
"You're not supposed to go to work," she mumbled. "You have to go to a meeting."
He sighed heavily near her ear. "I'd rather go to work."
"Tristan, don't you think that you should take some time off? Your shoulder really should get looked at," she said around a yawn as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he sighed. "How about this? If it hurts tomorrow I'll go home early and use up my vacation time."
Knowing that was probably the best she would get from him, she nodded her agreement. With that settled she closed her eyes, ready for some much needed sleep.
She’d never been happier to have to go to work in her life. She was so tired. There was no doubt in her mind that if they didn’t have work in the morning that he wouldn’t let her rest. She felt his arm snake around her waist and snuggled back against his chest, closing her eyes with a pleased smile.
When his hand began to wander down her stomach, she made a grab for it.
“What are you doing?”
“Just repositioning my hand for comfort,” he said innocently.
Grudgingly, she released his hand and closed her eyes. A few seconds later her eyes flew open as a loud gasp escaped her lips. He ran his finger over her clit, teasing it again and again. Her damn traitorous body began to respond even as her brain sent out urgent messages that it was time to sleep.
Oh, God…..he was going to kill her with sex.
He kissed her neck and she stupidly gave him access. He kissed and licked her neck just the way that he knew she liked it. Damn him. She felt herself becoming wet again as his finger glided through her slit and slid inside of her. She whimpered when he pulled his finger away from her, but then moaned loudly as he slid into her from behind.
"After this I'll let you get some sleep." She noticed that he didn't say, "I promise”, but at the moment she really was in no position to argue. It felt too good to complain.
*-*-*-*
Marty closed her eyes, wincing as the floorboards beneath the carpet creaked softly. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder and almost sighed with relief when she spotted Tristan lying undisturbed and most importantly, still asleep on his bed. Her eyes shot to the alarm clock. It was barely one o'clock in the morning. After the marathon of love making, not to mention what he went through today, he should be out cold until morning.
