He catches my hand and presses it flat against his chest, over his heart. I can feel it pounding against my palm. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
A smile touches my lips. I lift my free hand to his face and cup his cheek. “I want you, Tristan Westbrook, so much it terrifies me. I want you so badly it hurts.”
His eyes go wide. “You can’t possibly understand how long I’ve waited for this moment.”
My breath catches. “Then stop talking and kiss me.”
He slides his hand up my neck, cradling my head as his lips seal over mine. He lays me on his bed and leans over me, planting short, soft kisses along my jaw, down the side of my neck, across my collarbone. My skin heats at his touch, pulsing between my legs each time his lips brush across a new part of me.
He lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor before reaching for the buttons on my blouse. “I need to know you’ll tell me to stop if this gets to be too much,” he says.
“I will,” I assure him.
He undoes each button with care until he can push it off my shoulders, then tosses it on the floor with his shirt. He dips his head and licks along the top swell of my breasts, making me gasp. I grip the waistband of his pants, tugging on his belt until I can get it to unbuckle. He steals my hands and pins them above my head with one hand, using the other to unclasp my strapless bra. It falls away, leaving my upper half bare and bringing a new heat to my cheeks.
His eyes catch mine as he releases my wrists, and he smiles. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs and brings his lips back to mine in a sweet, slow kiss. He drops his mouth to my chest and kisses around my breast, flicking his tongue across it, hardening the nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. I groan as he circles his tongue around it while tweaking the other with his fingers. I arch my back, and he answers by switching sides and delivering the ministrations all over again. The heat between my thighs pulses with need, and almost as though he senses it, he presses his knee higher, and my hips jerk in response.
He trails his lips the length of my stomach until they reach the edge of my pants. His eyes flick to mine, and I nod. He smirks and pulls them past my knees. I kick them the rest of the way off, and Tristan helps me slide back further so my head rests against the pillows. He hovers over me, kissing each of my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, before his lips return to mine. His hand presses against my stomach and slides lower. My hips buck when his fingers brush over my panties, making me gasp against his lips.
“You like that?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I breathe.
My head spins when he slips his hand into my panties, and I grip the black silk sheets on either side of me as he slides a finger inside. His thumb circles my bundle of nerves while his finger thrusts in and out, making me writhe against the sheets.
He takes his time stroking me, stealing my moans as his lips move against mine in a feverish kiss.
Shifting his body, he trails his lips down my neck and across my collarbone. My pulse kicks up when I realize where his mouth is heading. His free hand slides down my side as he moves his lips lower to my stomach while his fingers still move slowly inside of me, eliciting small, soft moans from me. He kisses just below my navel, then lifts his eyes to mine. The sight of him before me almost does me in, and when a smirk touches his lips, my heart races.
He pulls my panties off and tosses them behind him, then lifts my leg over his shoulder, and raises a brow at me. An invitation.
I take the cue, and lift my other leg. He lowers his gaze to my core, his dark lashes fanning his cheeks. His fingers slow and slide out, making me sigh, but before I can protest, his tongue replaces them. I press my lips together so I don’t make a sound, and my eyes shut on their own accord as he flicks it against my bundle of nerves.
I let out a breath that sounds more like a moan and bite back a string of expletives when he pushes his tongue inside. Holy shit. Doing this has never felt this amazing before. You’ve also never had Tristan Westbrook between your thighs. If I’d known it would feel like this, I don’t think I’d have been able to hold off this long before admitting what I felt for him.
“Tristan,” I murmur his name, my hips jerking off the bed. He chuckles, shooting vibrations straight to my core, and holds me against the mattress with his hands. My fingers grip his hair, holding him there while he pulls more moans from me, making my head spin and setting my body on fire.
My breath comes in short, quick gasps, my heart pounding in my chest as my hips grind against him even as he holds them down. He flicks his tongue over me once more, thrusting in deep, and I explode, crying out my release.
He presses a kiss to my stomach and gets off the bed, giving me a minute to catch my breath while he steps out of his pants and boxers. My mouth drops open, in awe of him.
Sliding his hands up my thighs, he crawls over me and reaches into the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on with ease, kissing the corner of my mouth. He tilts my chin up until our eyes meet. “You’re still sure?”
“Yes,” I say, running my fingers through his hair.
His leg nudges mine apart as he settles between my thighs. His lips find mine as he leans forward, and I feel him against me. He dips inside of me, and I wince at the discomfort, squeezing my eyes shut. I may not be a virgin, but it’s been a while.
“You need to relax, Rory,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my cheek.
I take a deep breath, and let it out, forcing my muscles to relax. He slides in a bit more, groaning as he rests his forehead against mine.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He pushes in a bit further before sliding almost all the way out. He thrusts back in, stealing my breath, and doesn’t move for several beats. “Are you okay?” he checks.
It takes me a minute, but I manage a nod. “Don’t stop,” I breathe.
He slides out once more and then fills me again, making me clench around him. “Christ, Rory,” he groans.
A few more thrusts and the discomfort dissolves into a pleasant fullness. He quickens his pace, making me moan, and kisses the pulse at my throat.
“That’s it,” he encourages, reaching between us to tease me with his thumb. He thrusts a few more times, and I can feel another orgasm building. My head spins with pleasure as he thrusts into me again and again until my orgasm hits, and I cry out his name.
“You still with me, sweetheart?”
“Always,” I murmur, still basking in the aftershocks.
He grips my hips and dives into me hard and fast, changing his pace every few thrusts. Some are deep and slow, others quicker. His eyes shut as he groans, the sound rumbling in his chest, and seals his mouth over mine, kissing me sweetly.