LEXI
“You’re so quiet,” I murmur as Tristan leads the way along the water’s edge.And it doesn’t help.
He smirks as he tightens his hold on my hand. “Babes, I’m trying my best to focus on getting you home without getting distracted.” He lengthens his steps, and I follow suit up the beach’s gentle incline.
“What could possibly distract you here?” It’s dark. Soon we’ll end up on the path that leads to our cottage. The only feasible thing we can stumble across now is a turtle laying eggs. Imagine that.
“Cute and clueless,” he huffs. “My favorite combo.”
“What?”
Tristan stops abruptly and turns to me, so I collide with his body, a pillar of muscle. He steadies me, his eyes searching mine in the moonlight. “All I want is to rip this dress off and fuck you right now, on this beach with its soft sand.”
My pulse takes off in a sprint. “Oh.” If only he knew how easy that would be. “Why don’t you then?”
His hands are roaming now, down my waist and over my hips to my butt. I wrap my arms around his neck as he squeezes my ass. He starts to scrunch up the fabric in his fists as he kisses a blazing path down my neck to my shoulder. “Why don’t I?” he whispers, and shivers chase over my skin to my breasts. “Sandy sex is a no-go for me.”
Dang it.“Makes for a fun shower afterwards?”
“So she says,” Tristan teases, his fingers finally connecting with my naked flesh. He draws in a sharp breath. “Jesus Christ, Lexi.” He holds up my dress and strokes lazy lines down my naked butt, making me quiver. “You’re not a good girl at all, are you?” He gives my neck a little nibble and a suck. “You’re avery, verygood girl, aren’t you?”
With a wanton moan, I press my body into his, rising on my toes as he devours my mouth. He firms his grip and heaves me up against his hard length. “This no-panties situation is calling for immediate fucking action.”
I giggle into his neck as he strides up the beach and into the short forest walk to our place. No lights are on, but with his eyes adjusted to the dark, he finds his way easily to our front door, kicks it shut, and lowers me to my feet at the side of our bed.
His hands ride up over my hips to the bow that keeps my dress together. He tugs at it in an agonizingly slow manner that only builds anticipation. When at last the knot is loose, he slides it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor with a soft rustle.
“The feel of you, Lexi…” Tristan’s thumbs slide under my breasts, then slowly higher as my nipples, already painfully in tune with his every move, harden even more, begging. Hecontinues this intoxicating exploration as he searches my eyes. “You’re still good with this?”
“God, yes.” It’s more a groan than actual words. I’m mush as he finally brushes over my nipples. I moan at the sensual rushthat chases down to my sex. He skims over my chest and cups my face, drawing me closer.
“You smell so good. I could devour you.”
“That was the plan.” I fumble with the folds of mosquito net behind me, find the gap and step backward, not breaking eye contact with him.
“I see,” he says with a nod as he crowds me into our veiled nest, closing the net behind us. His hands ghost over my naked shoulders and down my arms, sending ripples of desire to my already wet sex. “You’re such a little planner.”
For a long moment I’m only conscious of our shallow breathing as he moves his hands over my body, his fingertips electric where they brush my skin. It’s slowly sinking in that, even though I’ve longed for this, waited for this, Tristan is taking his time and is a master at foreplay. I’m achingly ready to come, and he hasn’t even touched me properly yet.
“Tris…” I whisper, swallowing my desperation as I hold on to his biceps.
“Great minds think alike, you know,” he says as he pivots me with a firm push to my hip. “Up with you.” He helps me along with a gentle shove to my butt, but as soon as I’m kneeling on the bed, his fingers dig into my hips, urging me down. “Spread wide for me, angel,” he whispers as his hands move around my ribcage. I do as he asks, splitting on my knees as his hands cup my breasts. I lean back to his chest, into his kisses that land hot and unhurried over the column of my neck as he fondles and squeezes my nipples. Somewhat drugged, I run my fingers into his hair for support. Soon one hand trails lower, with fingertips so deliberate and sure as they slide over my sex that I gasp.
“Tristan.”God. I’m going to come if he keeps up with this soft, slow circling of my clit.
“Not yet, angel.” But he doesn’t stop. He’ll keep edging me until I lose my mind.
“I—”
He extracts his hand and pushes me down on all fours, butt in the air, exposed. I’m still finding my bearings when a warm, hard slap reverberates from my butt through my body. I yelp in surprise, but fuck, it’s a turn-on.
“That’s for walking around without panties and not telling me.” He grunts as his fingers slide down the length of my slit. “Because this is mine, and a man needs to know what level of coverage his pussy has in order to protect it, you understand?”
I arch my back, pushing said naughty pussy deeper into his touch. “Yes…sir?”
“Good. To think any one of those guys at the bonfire could have caught a glimpse of this—” His fingers glide into me, repeatedly hitting that spot that will make me crest in one minute flat.
“Please, Tris?—”
