Tristan wanted to just lie there and stare at her—the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. She was standing before him in all white. Literally, dressed like an angel, and she had his dick leaping to attention as he took in the bejeweled bra that barely contained her voluptuous breasts.
The garment as well as the matching panties glittered like diamonds under the bedroom’s light, and Tristan couldn’t look away. And the garter belt? Hot damn! No woman alive wore a garter belt the way she did. And this one, which was also white, held up thigh-high nylons that made her long, shapely legs look even more enticing. The high-heeled shoes on her feet were so tall, he couldn’t believe she could stand upright in them.
Despite all that, what really grabbed his attention were the huge, white, feathery angel wings somehow attached to her back. They were as tall as Cree.
And good Lord, the woman was breathtaking.
Tristan knew he should say something, but he couldn’t form the words.
Cree planted her hands on her hips and smirked. “What, nothing to say?”
“I’m… I’m trying, but I’m not sure I’m awake. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven, and the prettiest angel I’ve ever seen has greeted me at the pearly gates.”
Cree stared at him for the longest and then burst out laughing. She laughed for a solid five minutes, tears filling her eyes, before she eventually composed herself.
“Man, you’re good. Always knowing the perfect thing to say. I was planning to seduce you, but you just made it… weird,” she said, chuckling.
With something in her hand, she pointed it toward the dresser and “All Night” by Beyonce poured through overhead speakers.
“Let’s see if I can snap you out of whatever trance you’ve fallen under,” she said as she started swaying her hips to the music, and Tristan’s mouth went dry when she slowly began taking off her clothes.
A memory of her stripping for him early in their relationship came to mind, and his erection strained against his boxer briefs. He’d had mixed feelings when he learned she’d done a stint as a stripper to make money for law school. Despite understanding her reason, letting other men see her gorgeous body hadn’t sat right with him.
On the other hand, Tristan had been twenty-one at the time. He had felt like the luckiest bastard to not only be dating an older woman, but one of the sexiest and most beautiful women in the world.
Now, as she danced in front of him, moving provocatively to the music and swaying her hypnotic hips, it was taking every bit of control not to reach for her. But if history was any indication, she didn’t like it when he interrupted her dance routines.
Besides, who was he to stop all this perfection in front of him? Instead, Tristan sat all the way up and watched as she miraculously removed the wings without missing a beat. Next came the bra, and his dick pulsed painfully with need. He had never in his life wanted a woman as much as he wanted this one.
When the music changed to “Get Low” by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, Tristan almost lost his shit. The way her breasts bounced with each move, and her pebbled nipples teasing him mercilessly, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. As he started stroking himself, he marveled at how talented she was at stripping. The woman had skills, and her luscious hourglass figure was what wet dreams were full of.
“Damn, baby,” he said, scooting to the edge of the bed, tempted to reach for her, but she must’ve sensed it. She danced away from him and didn’t seem to care that she was killing him slowly.
When Cree had discarded some of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her bejeweled thong, nylons, and heels, Tristan couldn’t take any more. He was off the bed and had her in his arms before he realized he had moved.
“You are…” he started, but the words died on his lips when he roughly captured her mouth with his. His control was shot, and he kissed her long and hard.
Cree was right there with him, kissing him back as she ground against his painfully hard erection. A little bit more and his dick would be punching a hole right through his boxer briefs.
“I want you… now!” Cree rasped, her breaths coming in short spurts as she wrapped a leg around him.
Tristan didn’t have to be told twice. He didn’t bother stripping her of the rest of her sexy outfit. He unhooked her garter from the stockings, pulled his dick from his briefs, and then he moved her thong to the side. Unable to wait any longer, he thrust into her sweet heat and groaned with pleasure as her inner muscles gripped him like a tight fist.
Cree hissed, moaned, and rocked her hips in rhythm with his, pulling him in deeper each time he thrust into her. She gave herself over to him completely, but Tristan wanted to feel more of her. All of her.
“Hold on, baby,” he ground out and her arms went around his neck as he gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her off the floor. With the wall offering additional support, he reentered her and pounded into her wetness like a man possessed.
Damn. He was on fire, and his hunger for her grew more intense as he devoured her mouth. He couldn’t get enough, and he knew his release was near. And if the erotic moans and whimpers Cree was making as their bodies mated was any indication, her control was also slipping.
“Trist—oh, yes!” she cried out. “Yes, baby! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she chanted seconds before she jerked, screamed his name, and tightened around him, losing herself as they came together.
Tristan cursed under his breath as he struggled to pull air into his lungs. His release was powerful enough to take him out at the knees, but he hung on. Chests heaving, beads of sweat peppering his hairline, he managed to keep them both upright.
“That was intense,” Cree said, slumping against him, and Tristan placed a lingering kiss on the side of her head.
“I love that you’re built like a Mack truck and just as strong because I don’t think I can stand on my own two legs,” she said into the crook of his neck, and Tristan laughed.
Holding Cree up with one arm, he readjusted them and tucked himself back into his briefs before carrying her to the bed. She barely stirred while he stripped her out of the rest of her costume, tossing the items to the floor. His boxer briefs were quickly added to the pile.
