I wait for a moment to see if he’s going to say anything. When he doesn’t, I continue. “If by the end of this weekend, and when we get back to Asheville, we realize it's not going to work, we'll deal with that then. But right now, you make me feel the best I've ever felt.”
Finally, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush with his body.
“And your parents?”
I grin up at him. “I can be quiet.”
Those last four words unleash whatever hold he had on himself. He buries his hand in my hair and smashes his lips into mine. His tongue caresses the seam of my mouth, asking permission.
That's the thing that I admire most about him. He will always wait until I give him the cues he needs to move forward.
Tongues swirling, I moan into his mouth. His answering groan sparks every atom in my body.
I slide my hand down his body and begin pulling at the waistband of his sweats.
He pulls away long enough to take off his shirt and throw it somewhere behind him. “Are you sure?”
I love that he's a gentleman, but right now, I need him to stop asking. Hell, I’m the one who instigated this, not the other way around. I nod. “Do you have protection?”
“Yeah.” He chuckles nervously. “I wasn't expecting anything to happen, but I did come prepared.”
It’s good to know he wasn’t completely against having sex when he came on this trip with me. I do respect him for having his boundaries even though I basically made him throw them out the window.
He slides off the bed and rushes to his bag to pull out a condom.
I grab the bottom of my shirt to take it off, but he whispers. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I'm doing that.”
I push my thighs together to try to dull the ache. But let's face it, nothing's going to cure this particular problem until he gets back in the bed.
He pushes his boxers down, kicking them off before ripping the condom packet open with his mouth and sliding it over his erection.
Thank God for moonlight is all I'm saying. The rest of the room is pitch black, and that somehow makes everything about this moment more special.
In two steps he's back at the bed, but instead of sliding in beside me, he guides me until I’m sitting up. He plays with the hem of my shirt before slowly lifting it over my head and tossing it over us.
His hand caresses my cheek, then down to my arm, before cupping my breast in his palm.
I've never been into foreplay, but he has me anticipating what his next move is going to be.
I fully expect his lips on mine, but when he leans over, he presses small kisses along my jaw line, before nibbling on my ear lobe. And good gravy, I did not know that was a turn on for me.
After a few seconds of teasing, his lips trail a line down my neck, my chest, before pulling my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my nipple once, twice before he gently nips it.
This isn't what I expected from mild mannered, polite Tristan. But I am happy I get to see this side of him.
Never in my life have I been with someone who is as intentional with my body as he is. It’s almost as if he’s worshipping me.
Cold air hits me and I realize his mouth is no longer there. He's now trailing kisses down my stomach before hooking his fingers in the waistband on my shorts and pulling them off along with my panties.
His mouth moves lower and lower until his tongue finds my clit. My hips buck up at the sudden sensation and I hold my breath to keep from letting out a whimper.
He moves lower still and his finger replaces his tongue. Nobody I've ever been with has made me feel as frantic or unhinged as I do right now.
I'm pretty sure this is what he meant by not being able to have sex without there being feelings attached.Because those feelings, the need and want, are making this a thousand times better. Especially knowing that he's constantly putting me above anything else.
