“I’m not done.”
“God, I hope not.”
He chuckles, and there’s a tenderness to it that makes my heart swell. “Well then.This, my angel…”
Already I miss his fingers as he extracts them from my sex, and to my surprise, I rather eagerly anticipate another slap to the butt cheek.
“Thisis also for walking around without panties and not telling me.” There follows no burning handprint. Instead, Tristan’s hot tongue runs down my spine, down my crack. I snatch in a sharp breath. The sensation is too intense, too erotic, and too novel. I want to crawl away, but his hands snake around my thighs, holding me in place and spreading me open as he licks me deeper.
Even if I wanted to move away, I can’t. I’m stunned in place by this new, erotic sensation, spasms promising release already building as his tongue circles?—
Oh. My. God.
It’s a short stretch fromthereto my clit, and I fist the bedsheets as my orgasm rushes in from all sides, unstoppable. I come apart with a muffled cry as Tristan closes his lips over my clit and sucks, pure pleasure raking through my body.
It’s only when he loosens his grip that I breathe fully, dragging in heavy breaths.
He squeezes my ass with a contented sigh. “So fucking sweet.”
Oh boy, Tristan definitely doesn’t dodull. I collapse on the bed, not sure I’m ready to look him in the eye yet. One thing’s for sure:thiswasn’t whatIhadplanned.
Not that I’m objecting.
Nope. Not at all. I can change my plans any time.
For this, I can even make our first house rule:No more panties, babes.
Chapter Thirty-Two
TRISTAN
Igive Lexi a moment to gather herself where she’s collapsed on the bed, watching her as I slowly straighten and wipe my mouth.Fuck. The taste of her…
This woman is something else. The way she comes only feeds my need to make her fall apart again and again. I run my fingers over her smooth calves and circle her ankles in a tender grip, pressing my thumbs down the arches of her feet in a deep massage.
She shudders with a soft moan, and I gently let go. She’s naked, and I’m still fully clothed, so I strip and stretch out next to her. I stroke a hand up her back to where her hair hides her face and gather it away gently. “Lexi? You good?”
Her eyes shine in the dark, and a shy smile forms on her lips as she leans up on her elbows. “Better than you, for sure.”
I chuckle. I love that she’s light and easy like this, making jokes while being vulnerable. “Come here,” I say, needing to kiss her, to taste another part of her and to be physically connected again. I hold her hair from her face as she leans into me, and our lips meld together as if we’ve been made for each other. Myfingers weave into her hair as her hand presses to my neck. Our kiss turns slow and deeply erotic. Her touch travels, first over my shoulder and then to my chest, exploring. I quiver under her caress, wanting more of it, everywhere. She obliges by trailing her fingers over my pecs and abdomen, down my happy trail, and when she finally slides her fingers over the flesh of my rigid cock, I groan into her. “Babes…”
“I want this,” she murmurs against my lips as she fists my length. More pre-cum wets the tip. “So badly.”
As she circles her thumb over the crown of my cock, I’m ready to combust. “Oh yeah? Think you can handle it?” I joke, trying to keep ahead of her.
“There’s only one way of finding out…”
With a chuckle I flip her onto her back and hook the fold of her knee with my thumb. I push her legs wide open, and she arches her back as I ease my bigger body between her thighs. She is dainty, and I’ll smother her if I release my full weight onto her. I press my cock against her sex and give her a taste with a few slow thrusts of my length along her slit.
For a moment she has my butt firmly clasped with both hands, encouraging me. “Fuck, Tristan,” she hisses as she lets go. “The condoms are on your nightstand.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Already we’re playing in the danger zone, as from what I’ve gathered, Lexi isn’t on any contraception, which is a novel situation for me. I get busy, but my thoughts are running away, and my hands can’t keep up.What the fuck would I actually do if I got my girl pregnant? My fake fiancée, to be precise?
This notion would have wilted me in five seconds flat with any other woman, yet the thought of getting Lexi pregnant sends a foreign emotion pulsing through parts of my brain I didn’t know existed. And it makes me fucking harder.
Fuck.
Dude.Get a grip. Focus.
