Her hands went to his waist. One stroked his dick through his pants while her other began fumbling with his belt.
Oh, this girl was fire. God, he wished they were alone in a house in the woods where no one would hear them so he could ravage her like she deserved.
Instead, he stripped those light cotton clothes off her and felt his way around her body, lightly pinching and rubbing anything that felt like a peak or a hollow.
When she’d unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, pushing at the fabric around his hips, he stepped off the bed to shove them the rest of the way off but kissed her lips and her neck the whole time. He shoved her backward into the pillows and chased her down with his mouth, sucking and laving every bit of her skin. When she hummed in her throat as his tongue found a particular place, he concentrated on that, allowing his hands to explore the rest of her until she hummed with pleasure again, and he traded his fingers for tongue.
She was rising under him, her fingers in his hair and her breath gasping as her breasts rose in his mouth when his fingers found the wet heat between her legs, and her whole body practically came off the bed.
He wiggled down the mattress and shoved her thighs up, bending her knees and folding her in half to expose every inch of her cleft, from the hard nub under her skin at the top to the recess that he worked his fingers into and stroked from inside.
Her breathing became harsh in her throat, and her fingernails bit his shoulders. Within seconds, she was pulling on his arms, whispering, “Now, please now.”
Tristan crawled up her body, slapping his hand at the nightstand where the condoms were and catching one. He ripped the packet open with his teeth, and his fingertips knew exactly which side was correct as he touched it to the head of his cock and rubbed the sheath onto himself down to the base.
“I put on the condom,” he whispered in her ear and held the tip of himself against her.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, her voice gravelly in her throat.
His head spun with desire. He could make her say that all night and never tire of it.
Tristan pressed into her slowly, holding himself on his arms above her as he pulsed, listening to her breathing to see if she could take the whole thing. There were hitches in her inhales, but her hips were moving under him as he rocked forward. After an eternity of holding back, his hips nestled into hers.
“Oh, wow,” Colleen whispered, holding her breath at the end like she was afraid to move.
Tristan stilled, letting her get used to the feel of him. He was six-four. Things were proportional.
Her body began to relax around him, and that was when he started to move, pressing and grinding at the top. Her breaths became deeper, and her hips moved with him. Her back arched underneath him.
“Hang on,” he whispered, and pressed her knee down to lie flat as he rolled her over so that she was on top of him.
“Oh!” she gasped as her hips settled back. “Where do I put my hands like this?”
The part of him that liked a woman who was his little was awake. “Anywhere. You can do anything. Some women like to brace their hands on my shoulders, but you also might want to lean back and hold onto my thighs.”
Damn, he wished the lights were on. He loved seeing a woman arching backward, her body sheathing over his dick as she moved. Someday.
Her fingers touched his shoulders, and then her hands gripped them as she pushed herself backward and impaled herself on his swollen cock.
The urge to shove her hips down on himself and surge up into her took hold of him, but he gritted his teeth and just held her hips in his hands, guiding her as she slid up and down his shaft.
Every movement was torture and ecstasy. Holding himself back from stabbing up into her in search of his release took every ounce of his energy, and he broke a sweat as she explored what it felt like to ride up and down his cock.
Her breath came faster.
Her body moved quicker.
When she was fully on him, his erection inside her, he pressed down on her hips and rocked her, tilting his hips to rub where he’d been sucking on her clit.
Her breath caught in her throat with each stroke, and her hands tightened on his shoulders as she rode him faster, until her body snapped upward like a whip and she gasped, the tiniest cries escaping from her mouth.
And she throbbed. Her whole body pulsed on his cock.
He grabbed her hips, shoving her body down on him as he jabbed upward, only a few more strokes until his balls clenched and the wave of bliss swept through him, blasting the thoughts from his head.
As the world came back into focus, he was gasping, and she was a limp ragdoll lying on his chest, whimpering.
He whispered, “Did I hurt you?”
