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When I was eleven, my aunt and uncle took Trent and me to Six Flags in San Antonio.I’d never seen anything like it.It was heaven as far as I was concerned—the rides, the food, the laughter.If happiness was a physical place, I was convinced that was it.And happiness was something I was desperate for after my mom had just died.
But then my uncle took us on the Boomerang roller coaster.I’d never ridden on a roller coaster before and I had no idea what to expect, but I remember the feeling like it was yesterday.The way my stomach dropped, my body lurching side to side, and then the adrenaline kicking in, the endorphins, laughing until my stomach hurt after screaming so loud my throat was raw.
It was the best day of my life.
Until now.
Kissing Jolie is a heaven I never thought I’d get to experience, but touching her like this, feeling the softness of her skin under my fingertips—skin no one else gets to see or touch—this istrueheaven.I’m still not convinced I’m not living some kind of fever dream, but if it is a dream, I never want to wake up.I never want to go back to life before her.Beforethis.
She pulls my mouth back to hers, devouring my lips like she’s starved.We fit together like we were made for each other, our tongues licking across each other’s like this is what they were meant to do all along.My hands roam down her body, aching to get between her thighs and feel her slick heat.
“Tristan,” she whimpers when I squeeze her ass, and she grinds her body against mine.I’m painfully hard and willing to give her anything she wants, but if she asks me to stop I might literally die.
“Please don’t ask me to stop.”
She grips me harder, holding me close.“Don’t stop,” she says, her voice panicked while her body clings to me.“Don’t ever stop,” she whisper moans, and the sound sends whatever blood was left in my head straight to my cock.
I carry her easily toward her bedroom.The distance from the living room to her bedroom isn’t long, but it feels like miles.The boxes everywhere still waiting to be unpacked don’t help.Once I’ve passed all the tripping hazards, I place her delicately on her bed.
I have to remind myself to breathe when she lifts her dress off, tossing it onto the floor, and then lies back.My mouth waters and my eyes devour every inch of exposed skin.When I make my way back to her eyes, there’s something in them I wasn’t expecting—insecurity.
She moves her hands over her stomach.“I know I’m not as toned or skinny as your usual—”
“Stop,” I growl.“No one compares to you.No one.Not even close.You are perfect and everything I’ve ever wanted.No one else exists here except you and me.”
“Tristan,” she pleads, and I could get used to the sound of my name in that breathy, needy voice.I want to record it and play it on repeat with her laughter.My two favorite sounds.
“Kiss me,” she says, her hand reaching out to touch me.Instead of giving her what she wants right away, I grip my shirt collar and tug my shirt over my head.She inhales sharply, and my body warms when her eyes hungrily trace down my six-pack.I’ve spent a lot of time weight training and taking care of my body, and this feels like the ultimate reward for all my hard work.
Her eyes land on my jeans and the noticeable bulge.She sits up, her fingers sliding along the edge of my waistband, and my stomach tenses.The delicate fluttering of her fingers borderline tickles, but I’m more overcome by how freely she’s touching me.
Her sultry gaze connects with mine.“Can I?”
As if she ever has to ask.
I nod because I can’t speak.I can barely breathe as her fingers undo the button and then slide the zipper down.Has the slide of a zipper ever sounded so loud?She grabs the sides and pulls down until my jeans fall down to my ankles, hindered by my shoes, which I hastily kick off.My jeans follow shortly after until I’m standing before her in only my black boxer briefs.
“Take them off,” she whispers.
Until the day I die, I will never forget the hunger in Jolie’s eyes as she stares at my now exposed cock.I slide my hand up and down, tugging on it as nerves hit me hard.
“You’re shaking,” she says, standing and putting her hand on my chest.The touch does little to calm me down.
“Tristan?What’s wrong?”
I shake my head.I can come up with the most beautiful lyrics, but when it comes to telling the only woman I’ve ever loved how nervous I am about fucking this up, I’m speechless.I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve had sex, but I’ve never made love, not once.With Jo, it’s all love.Everything I feel for her is clawing at my chest to come out after being held back for so long, and I’m terrified if she knew how all-in I am, I’d scare her away.
But this is it.She’s the last woman I’ll ever be with—the only one I’ve ever really wanted.I want to make it good for her.
“I’m nervous,” I mumble, swallowing my pride.
She stares at me in disbelief.“You’re nervous?You?”
I frown.“Why do you say it like that?”
She laughs, like full-out belly laughs.“You havewaymore experience than me, Tristan.There are rumors about your sexual prowess.I’ve seen women after you’ve been with them.I’m kinda freaking the fuck out here that I’m going to be a giant disappointment.”
