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“I wonder if I could make you come just playing with these,” Tristan murmurs, his deep blue gaze locked on mine as he sucks one of my pert nipples into his mouth.
A shuddering breath leaves my lungs as I fight against the sensations.My nipples have always been incredibly sensitive, but between the warm breath he’s been blowing on them and the alternating sucks, licks, and bites, I have no doubt he could make me come from nipple stimulation alone.
I’m right on the edge already.
Tristan is insatiable tonight and I’m not complaining in the least, but it’s different from the other times we’ve had sex.It feels like he’s trying to wring out every ounce of pleasure my body is capable of feeling, but also like he’s trying to use sex to work through something.He’s been moody all night, but kept brushing me off when I asked about it saying he just had a bad day yesterday.
He forgets I know him.Maybe not as well as he knows me, but I know him better than most, and I can tell when there’s something going on in that head of his.
But if fucking me into a pleasurable oblivion is what he needs to feel better, I’m not going to stop him.Especially when he makes me feel more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced in my life.
He pinches one nipple while sucking the other, and after playing with them for so long, that’s all it takes to tip me over the edge until I’m shaking as the orgasm hits me over and over before finally fading.
“Woah,” I say.
He murmurs as he starts kissing his way down my stomach until he gets to the space between my legs.He sits on his knees and pushes my legs apart.I know what he sees—I’m soaked and throbbing for him.
“Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy.”He bends down, locking his gaze with mine again until my heart is racing from the connection.He licks me once.“You’re so wet for me.”
“Yes,” I whisper.Words are hard with my brain still scrambled from my last orgasm.
“I’m going to make you come on my tongue until you see stars, and then I’m going to make you come again until you’re flooding my mouth.”
His dirty words heat my entire body until a light sheen of sweat glistens over me and I’m sure my cheeks are flaming red.
He dives in, growling as he makes good on his promise.His tongue dips inside, flicking between my pussy lips before focusing solely on my clit.He alternates between flicks of his tongue, long swipes, and then sucking it between his lips.He sticks one finger and then a second inside me before doubling down on his ministrations with his tongue and lips on my clit.When he nips at my clit while his fingers thrust into me, I detonate with no warning.My back wrenches off the bed from the force of my release, and I grip his hair to ground me because I’m convinced if I’m not holding on to him, I’ll shoot off the bed from the intensity.
Tristan slows for a second, and I think he’s going to let me come down slowly before giving me the other orgasm he promised, but he doesn’t.He’s barely slowed when he picks back up again, and I can hardly breathe from the sensations on my hypersensitive clit.
The pleasure is right on the edge of pain—my body almost overstimulated—when he slides a hand up and pinches my nipple.That’s all it takes for another orgasm, less intense than the last one, but lasting twice as long, to power through me with all the force of a tsunami.
I’ve barely come down from the release when he slides inside me.This time it is more painful than pleasurable, because even though I’m soaked for him, he’s still bigger than my body was prepared for.
“Tristan,” I say, panic edging my voice as I put a hand on his chest.He immediately holds still as some of the wild in his gaze clears.Worry creases his eyes, and I rest my palm on his cheek to reassure him I’m all right.“I just need a minute to adjust.”
He nods and waits until my body loosens and I give him the go-ahead.He starts thrusting slow but hard.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”He picks up his pace, and another orgasm already starts to build.He opens his eyes and that wild, desperate look is back, but instead of being rough with me—which I loved—he turns surprisingly tender.He drops his forehead to mine and continues his punishing thrusts that have me on the edge again.
“You’re mine, Jo.You’re fucking mine, just like I’m yours.”
I nod, but can’t speak.
He shakes his head.“Not good enough.Tell me you’re mine, Jolie.Tell me,” he demands as he sits back on his heels and moves my legs to rest over his shoulders.It changes the angle, and he hits a spot that makes me go cross-eyed.
Oh my God, that feels amazing.
He rests his thumb on my clit and rubs it with the perfect pressure and speed to keep me right on the edge.
“Tell me,” he demands again, and there’s something in his voice that has me opening my eyes to look at him.His blue gaze is fierce and determined like it’s been all night, but there’s a hint of fear and hurt there that makes my heart clench.
“I’m yours, Tristan.”
Relief replaces the fear and then he increases his pressure on my clit and we both come—me with a scream and him with a deep groan.
When we’ve both caught our breath, he pulls out but pauses, his dark gaze locked on where we were joined, and he blanches.
