Cree made quick work of removing her bra and tossing it to the floor. Next, she scurried out of her panties and let them join the rest of her clothes, all before Tristan climbed onto the bed next to her.
“I want you inside of me,” she said breathlessly. He already had her so turned on she was struggling to get air into her lungs.
“I will—when I’m ready,” he said casually as his heated gaze traveled the length of her body from head to toe. “Damn,” he said, drawing out the word as he eased onto the bed without taking his eyes off her.
Cree reached for him, but Tristan wasn’t having it. He gathered her hands together and held them over her head, then smiled down at her, not caring that she was squirming.
“Clearly, some things haven’t changed. I didn’t let you rush me back then, and I sure as hell don’t plan on you rushing me now. Not when I haven’t had you in years. It’s been way too long, baby, and I’m taking my time getting reacquainted with what’s always been mine.”
And that’s what he did, he kissed her senseless while holding her wrists over head with one hand, while his other glided sensually down the center of her body. Cree bucked against his scorching touch, whimpering his name.
When his hand reached the apex between her thighs, he teased her with his fingers, gliding them in and out of her wetness before his mouth took their place.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, fisting the sheets on each side of her while he did wicked things to her.
Touching her, tasting her, he not only pushed her to the edge, but she felt as if she had tumbled over a cliff when her release rocked her to the core. Cree rode the waves of ecstasy until she could barely see straight.
Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod, she panted, struggling to catch her breath.
Her irregular breathing didn’t phase Tristan. At some point, he had shed his boxer brief and wasted no time sheathing himself. But not before Cree got a view of his impressive dick. The man was hung like a horse, and she couldn’t wait to ride him before the night was over.
But right now, he had other plans as he moved his large body between her thighs. “So that we’re clear,” he said close to her mouth, “you’re mine.” Then his demanding kiss left no room for discussion as his mouth moved over hers. Pleasure radiated through her body as her emotions whirled, and her thoughts spun out of control.
As their tongues tangled, the head of his dick bumped against her opening, sending excitement racing through Cree’s veins. At this rate, she was prepared to agree to anything, especially when he slid into her, stretching her ever so gently as her body adjusted around him.
Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Her mind screamed as Tristan moved inside of her, reminding her how amazing they used to be together. It didn’t take long for her to catch his rhythm, and they moved in perfect sync.
He reached between them without missing a beat, and when the pad of his thumb made contact with her clit, Cree almost lost it. Her hips bucked against him as he drove into her, picking up speed with each thrust. But she wanted to feel even more of him.
The moment she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hand moved from between their bodies and he growled. Bracing both hands on the bed on either side of her head, his thrusts grew more demanding.
“Cree,” he ground out, and as expected, he drove into her like a madman.
He loved when her legs were around his waist, but he also hated the position because she drew him in deeper. She loved the feel of him filling her completely, but he usually lost control sooner than he preferred.
Passion rippled through her with each stroke, and as their bodies picked up speed, Tristan drove into her harder.
Feeling her release nearing, Cree’s fingers dug into the back of his shoulders as he drove into her faster. On the next thrust, she lost it. Her interior muscles gripped him tightly, and she screamed his name over and over as she rode out her release.
“Cree! Ahh, yessss!” Tristan growled before he collapsed on top of her.
With her arms wrapped around him, Cree held on to him while their erratic breathing filled the quietness in the room. They stayed locked together that way until they caught their breaths.
No words were spoken. None were needed as they basked in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Chapter Eighteen
Cree lay on her back, her heart finally beating normally. Sex with Tristan had always been exciting because he was a thorough lover. He knew what she liked, what turned her on, and what moves always sent her over the edge of her control.
Today, though, their chemistry in the bedroom had been on a whole different level. Maybe because they were older. Or maybe it felt unbelievably wonderful because it had been a long time since she’d been with a man. Or maybe it was because she was still in love with Tristan—something she was finally ready to admit to herself.
Whatever it was, she would never get enough of him.
Tristan had renewed something within her that she thought long dead. Desire. Passion. Love. Cree had forgotten what it was like to make love with a man who truly cared about her. Someone who reached down into her soul and loved on every part of her body and her mind if that were possible.
Hooking back up with Tristan again wasn’t the mistake she thought it would be, but instead, it was an opportunity for them to try again. A second chance for their relationship, and Cree could admit to wanting that, even if it scared her a little.
But what would that look like exactly? Maybe they could just play it by ear and see what happened.
