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She didn’t say anything, but her breath quickened, her thighs parted just a little, and I could feel the heat radiating from her. I was sure what she wanted, even if she wasn’t ready to say it out loud.
I slipped my fingers beneath her shirt, and I stroked her bare stomach, caressing it gently. Her eyes closed and I took that as an invitation to go further. I gently lifted the elastic in her shorts and allowed my fingers to trail in, finding the heat between her legs.
“Is this what you want?” I whispered in her ear.
“More,” she whispered back.
That was all I needed to hear. My lips crushed against hers and I kissed her like it was my last chance. With one arm behind her back, I moved my other hand to her waist, holding her tight. I slid my hand down to the curve of her perfect ass and held her close to me. Then, I moved up to cup her braless breast over her shirt. I could feel her nipple harden as she moaned through our kiss. She drew me closer and I could barely take it.
I had no patience for teasing tonight. It seemed like we had been teasing each other for a hundred years.
“Take this off,” I quietly ordered her, gesturing to her shirt.
Without saying a word, she lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in the shortest pair of pink boxers in the world. All the blood in my body rushed to dick, and I felt myself grow impossibly hard. God, I wanted this girl. I needed her more than I needed my next breath.
She stood in front of me confidently, but she still seemed unsure of what to do next.
“You’re gorgeous, Arya,” I said. “I want you to see what I see.”
I gently pulled her up and led her to stand in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, and stood behind her.
“Look at yourself,” I said as I nibbled that one spot on her neck that seemed to drive her crazy. She closed her eyes against the pleasure and tipped her head as if she was asking for more.
“Do you see how beautiful you are?” I asked, tracing her hip with my finger.
I slipped my hand inside her shorts, finding her wet and wanting. I stroked her once, and I felt her knees shake as she let out a long breath.
“Open your eyes, Arya. Look at yourself.”
She opened her eyes and the chocolate brown was molten with desire.
I continued stroking her, plunging one finger inside her, then two, while my thumb played with her clit.
“Do you see how beautiful you are?” I demanded, pulling her hair lightly.
“Yes,” she murmured. Her voice was trembling, just like her knees. I shifted my hand from her hair to around her waist, providing her support.
“Any person who doesn’t see that, or doesn’t appreciate that, is not worth your time. Do you understand me? Carry yourself like the prize you are.”
I held her more tightly and applied more pressure with my circling thumb. The pace of her breathing quickened. Soon, her muscles were clenching hard around my fingers and her orgasm made her eyes wild and her cheeks flush. She was the most beautiful fucking being in this world.
I whisked her off her feet and dropped her on the bed, following her down and parting her thighs with my knee. There was no time for preamble, I sheathed myself with a condom I’d brought and sunk into her in one long, brutal thrust that had us both desperate to stifle our moans. It felt like it was over before it started as I felt the climax start low in my body. I had no choice but to give into the sensation and I buried myself in Arya.
But at that moment, I realized I wanted this to last forever.
Chapter 14
Arya
Istretchedinbed,feeling the pleasant soreness in my muscles. God, last night was hot. Tristan was so comfortable taking the lead. He commanded without being demanding. I couldn’t believe the dirty things we had done in my innocent looking bedroom. The first time we’d had sex last night was passionate and hurried. The second time was…not.
My mind drifted to him, pinning my arms and hips down while his mouth explored everywhere. His attention had been relentless, and the orgasm was the most intense I’d ever had; the wave rushing from my core out the top of my head was like an explosion had happened. I liked how he explored. He touched and tasted and listened to me and paid attention to my reactions. It was like he was creating a roadmap of my body and all the different ways to drive me wild.
Smiling, I turned, expecting to see Tristan next to me. But I was greeted by a cold, empty space. My heart sank and the shiver that ran through my body had nothing to do with the air conditioner running.
Despite his absence this morning, last night was perfect. Tristan helped me feel like a new woman. Like I could do anything. He told me I was beautiful, but more importantly, he made me feel like I was beautiful. He put so much emphasis on me and my pleasure, and I had never experienced that before. The men I’d previously slept with hadn’t cared if I came or not. They assumed they were a good time, and that was good for the both of us. But with Tristan…he cared. He made sure I saw stars.
The alarm I had set before my world shifted last night jolted me back into reality. I turned it off and reluctantly got out of bed, heading for the shower.
