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“Tristan,” I moan his name, and he kisses his way down my stomach. My eyes flicker open as I watch him trail butterfly kisses all the way down as he lowers to his knees. He rubs his nose across my stomach, trailing even lower.
His hands grip my hips. “Is there a zipper on this?” He looks up at me, and I nod my head. My hands go to the base of my back to show him, but his hands are already there. The sound of us breathing heavily fills the room, but then it’s as if we both stop breathing when he pulls the zipper down. I don’t think I actually breathe as the dress falls from my hips, pooling around my feet, leaving me standing there in front of him with just my ivory-colored lace thong. There is nothing left to the imagination. His eyes never move from my pussy as he puts his hands on my hips and pulls. The lace panties never stood a chance against him.
“I need to taste you,” he says, and my head is dizzy with need and desire. I don’t even know if I understand what he’s saying until he pushes me to sit down on the bed. “Open your legs for me, Abigail.” I’m mesmerized by his words, my legs opening for his. “Intoxicating,” he murmurs, right before he leans in, and I see his tongue come out as he licks up my slit. There has never been a more erotic moment in my life.
“Fuck,” he hisses before he buries his face into me. His tongue licks me up to my clit as he flicks it with his tongue. My eyes are transfixed on him as he takes his two thumbs and opens me up. “Perfect.” He leans in, sucking my clit. “Fucking perfect,” he says again, and my hands go back as my nipples itch. I move my hands up to roll them between my fingers as his tongue slides inside me.
“Open wider,” he urges me, and I open as wide as I can for him. “So wet.” He takes his finger and rubs it up my slit toward my clit as he rolls it. My eyes feel hooded right now. I put my heels on the bed to be even more open for him as he slides two fingers inside me, and my breath hitches. “Fucking tight,” he says, and I just watch as his fingers fuck me, his tongue flipping my clit back and forth. It takes me no time to come. I feel the tightness in my stomach as my hips want to move up and down on his tongue. It’s animalistic the things I want to do to him. “Tristan.” I say his name breathlessly, right before I come on his fingers. I have never come harder in my life, but then again, I’m the only one who has ever made myself come. “More,” I say, not even sure what the means. “I want more.”
“What more do you want?” he asks as he slides his fingers out of me, his fingers wet with my juices. He flicks my clit with them right before he puts them into his mouth and cleans them off.
“Stand up,” I tell him, because I know if I tried to stand right now, I would probably fall. He stands, and I put my feet on the floor, my hands rising as I unbutton his shirt until it falls open. I lick my lips as my hands come up, and I touch the chest I’ve been thinking about this whole time. I lean in and kiss his stomach, just like he did mine, but I want more. I just hope to fuck I know what I’m doing. I also hope like fuck he doesn’t figure out that I’ve never done any of this before. “Here goes nothing,” I mumble to myself before my hand unbuttons his shorts.
CHAPTER TWELVE
TRISTAN
I stand in front of her, the taste of her pussy lingering on my tongue. I want to kiss her, but I don’t want to share her taste with anyone, not even her. When she opened wide to me before, I thought I was going to cry out. She was so fucking beautiful. Nothing I can say will ever do her justice. She palms my cock, which I’m even ashamed to say is two seconds away from blowing a load in my shorts. She mumbles something, but the only thing I can hear is my heart thudding in my ears. I watch her fingers open the button of my shorts, my eyes never leaving her fingers.
The sound of my zipper fills the room as she pushes the shorts over my hips. “I knew it,” she says as she looks up at me, and all the words are stuck in my throat. “Your cock is huge.” I want to laugh out loud, but I can’t because she just pulls my boxers down over my cock. Her hand comes out to fist me. “I can’t even close my fingers,” she observes as she inspects me.
“If you do that a couple more times,” I say between clenched teeth, “I’m going to come on that pretty face.”
She doesn’t say anything to me, and I wonder if I went too far, but then she just moves her hands. “You can come on my face,” she offers, “but I think I want you in my mouth.” She licks the tip of my cock like she’s licking a fucking ice cream cone. “Hmmm,” she hums, and my cock becomes even more rock hard, twirling her tongue around my head. “I don’t know if I can take the whole thing down my throat,” she admits, sizing it up, “but I’m going to fucking try.” She takes half of it in her mouth, gags, and then moves up again as she tries to take more into her mouth the second time. She then lets go of my cock as her tongue comes out, and she licks from my balls, up my shaft, and to the tip. “You taste good,” she compliments, taking the head back into her mouth. Her hand grips the base of my cock as she works it with her hand and her mouth.
“Abigail.” I think I say her name, but I’m not sure. Only when she looks up at me with her mouth full of my cock do I know that she heard me call her name. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” I tell her, my hands coming out and playing with her tits. I roll her nipples before I pinch them, and when I do, she lifts her hips off the bed.
“I’m going to come again,” she declares, taking her mouth off my cock. “Do that again,” she says, and while she sucks my cock, I play with her tits. I lean down a bit, my finger finding her pussy again. It slides in right away, but it’s so tight it feels like she’s strangling my finger.
My hips move on their own, fucking her face as I slide another finger into her. She moans around my cock, and it’s just too much for my cock. “I’m going to come,” I warn her, trying to get out of her mouth, but her hands go to my hips, holding me in place. Her eyes watch me as I come in her mouth with her name on my lips.
I thrust between her lips, and she swallows until the last drop. Even after I finish coming, she doesn’t stop sucking my cock. “Want to do it again?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“I want my cock in you,” I tell her, and her eyes watch me as I shrug the shirt over my shoulders and pull down my boxers completely, kicking them to the side with her skirt. “Get in the middle of the bed,” I urge her, and she turns around and crawls. My cock that was going to half-mast is now rock-hard as she looks over her shoulder at me.
My hand finds my cock as I stroke it. “Now that is a sight,” I tell her as she smiles at me. Opening her legs, I see her hand is hiding her pussy from me. “Let me see you,” I tell her, and she drops her hand, leaving herself open to me. I get on the bed behind her, and I can’t resist tasting her again.
My tongue slides right into her pussy, her moans fill the room. “Tristan,” she calls my name, “I need more.”
“On your back,” I urge her, and she looks surprised I didn’t fuck her from behind. “The first time I want to watch your eyes when I slide into you.” She turns on her back and lies in the middle of my bed. I don’t know how many times I pictured her right here, but I know that nothing is like the image I have of her. She opens her legs for me, and I crawl right to her. Neither of us says anything as her hand comes out to grab my cock. She guides my cock to her pussy, rubbing it up and down. “Put your legs back,” I direct her as she bends her knees and pulls them back. “I want to get as deep as I can into you.”
“Yes,” she says, squirming on the bed, “fill me up.”
I don’t even know what the fuck is going on right now. It’s been such a long time since I’ve done this. I’m afraid I’m going to fuck it up. I take my cock out of her hand, rubbing it up and down, stopping at her clit, slapping it with the head of my cock, before moving it down and sinking the head into her. The feeling of her pussy on me is ecstasy. I move my hips just a touch to let her get used to my size, and from the way she is strangling me, I’m guessing that it’s been a while for her also. I look into her eyes, but all she can do is stare down at my cock in her pussy. “You like that?” I ask her as I slide in a little bit more. “Look at how your pussy takes me.” I slide in a touch more, and it’s like it’s going to get stuck. “Look at us.” I pull out again, pushing back in, and then get stuck again. “Baby.” I look down at her, and she looks up at me.
“More,” she urges me, lifting her hips, and I pull out, and this time, I slide all the way into her. She cries out, and I look down at her.
My cock feels like it’s found its home and never wants to leave. I put my hands beside her shoulders as I stay buried balls deep into her. My cock feels like it’s being strangled, and it finally dawns on me that this might be her first time. The blood drains from my whole body and in its place is this red-hot need to fucking claim her. She’s fucking mine from this moment on. She just doesn’t know it. “I’m going to move,” I tell her, and she just nods her head, and I can see that she’s holding her breath. “I’m going to go slow.”
“Okay,” she says in a whisper, and I can’t help but bend my head to kiss her. I put my forehead on hers as I look into her eyes, feeling like I’m looking into her soul.
“I’m going to move, and you are going to help me,” I tell her, and she just lets out a breath as I pull out halfway before pumping into her again. “Do you want to help me?” I pull out again, this time a little bit more than before. “I want you to pinch those perfect nipples,” I instruct her as she moves her hands to her perfect fucking tits. “Roll them back and forth twice.” My hips move slowly. “Then, on the third time, I want you to pinch them just a bit.” She follows what I tell her, and I can tell right away how turned on she is because her pussy is wetter than before, making it easier for me to move. “That’s it, baby,” I praise her, and it’s taking all of my energy not to ravish her. To not pound the shit out of her and make her call my name repeatedly. “Do it again. This time, pinch a bit harder.” I slide my tongue into her mouth as she moans every time I pull out and push back in. “Move one of your hands and play with your clit.” She just stares at me, and I look down between us, seeing my cock planted into her pussy and her finger going back and forth. “Fuck, you’re a goddess.”
“Tristan,” she says my name in a plea. “I need.” She starts the words and then stops when I slam into her a little harder than I wanted to, but her eyes roll back in her head. “Like that,” she says to me, “I need you to fuck me like that.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I need it,” she almost cries.
