She closed her eyes as she moved herself along his length, teasing the sensitive nub with the blunt head of his cock. A shivery sigh slipped out of her. She’d coated him in her arousal and when he thought she might change her mind, she straightened and found the right angle to center him at her entrance.
He watched her, half mad with need and concern. She lowered, her expression switching from curious and wary to wonder as she sank down. She stopped when she hit friction, adjusting and tilting her hips at different angles until she could lower further. She sat fully and Tristan held his breath as he waited.
She shifted, then rocked, then leaned over him and found an anglethat made her breath catch. She stayed like that, riding him, taking her pleasure and Tristan was sure at some point he might fall unconscious from holding back his own release, but he’d do it for her. He couldn’t come inside her. He wouldn’t put her in that situation. There was always a chance, a slim chance, when he timed his release and pulled out, but he knew his own control. However, tied down, he couldn’t pull out of her.
He just had to wait and commit to not climaxing at all.
She collapsed against him, writhing her hips, her nails biting into his skin.
“That’s it, love. You’re so beautiful sitting on my cock.”
“Tristan,” she moaned, “I’m falling apart.”
“Ride me, Flick. Take all the pleasure you want from me. I’m yours. Completely yours.”
Her back bowed and she buried her face in his neck. She trembled, grinding her hips against his, moaning, and crying his name until she stilled, her panting breath beating against his neck.
“Love, you have to get off or I’m going to come inside you, and frankly, while in better circumstances that would be perfect, right now we’re not in the best position to have a baby.”
She sat up, eyes wide, and slid off him. “What do I do?”
“You can finish me, or I can finish myself. Your choice, love.”
She took hold of him, sliding her hand over his slick cock and it only took three pumps before the release he’d been holding back overtook him. He lay there panting, his hands numb, and his head dizzy. She released his hands and then returned to bed with a damp cloth. He let her clean him, as it seemed she still wanted to be in charge of their encounter. When she was done, she lay beside him, and he pulled the blanket over them.
“I can leave if you want me to.”
“Don’t you dare.” She lay her cheek on his chest and Tristan smiled as he settled back and put his arm around her.
“Whenever you’re cross with me, you can tie me up,” he said and then he yawned.
“Is this a bargain? Should I have you sign a contract?”
He chuckled. “All you have to do is ask. I’m happily at your mercy.”
And if all went as planned, he’d be signing a marriage license, which was its own kind of contract.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He tried to see her face, but it was angled away and too dark. He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you. Don’t worry, Flick. Soon this will all be over.” She didn’t reply. Her breathing was deep and even now and she’d fallen asleep. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts of tomorrow clanged around his head. The game had been set for tomorrow evening, his opponents, other than Lord Hugstead, were still unknown. One game of cards would determine the path for the rest of his life. But he had Lady Luck in his arms. He couldn’t lose.
Chapter Twenty-One
Felicity woke toan empty room. She didn’t expect Tristan to be there, but she hoped maybe he was somewhere in the house. Matilda arrived to bring her fresh water and ask if she wanted a breakfast tray brought to her room.
“I’ll go downstairs,” Felicity replied. “I’m feeling recovered.”
“Wonderful. Lord Alston, Lady Amelia, and Mr. Blakewood are already seated.”
She didn’t mention Tristan. Felicity hurried to dress and entered the dining room.
“A pleasure to see you again, Miss Brandon,” Lord Alston said.
“Thank you for your assistance.” Felicity strove to not be awkward now that she was a guest in the house of the man she’d refused to marry, especially since she knew the feeling was mutual. If he felt it was strange, he didn’t let on.
“No need to thank me. My sister is your champion on this front.”
