He seems to take my words to heart, because he gently presses me down to the mattress and gives me one of those heated kisses of his. I melt underneath him and run my hand up and down his toned back. He suddenly stops kissing me and starts trailing a line of kisses from my jaw to my neck to my shoulder.
My toes curl when he sucks on my neck, and all thoughts go out of my head at this point. It's all sensation. His hot lips exploring my body. He keeps going down to my chest and rubs his lush beard over my breasts. The feeling is a mixture of tickles and delight.
"Mmm, that feels good, Tristan."
"Your breasts are perfection, Emma."
I allow myself to relax as he plays with my tits. I'm not huge in breast size but large enough that he can have some fun and I reap all the benefits. Meanwhile, my pussy is soaked with my arousal and I'm starting to feel empty between my legs.
"Tristan, please."
"I'll come back to you beauties later."
Before I know it, his head is between my legs and he's opening me up with his fingers.
"Such a pretty pink pussy. And soaked for me."
The dirty words rattle me, and I wonder what else Tristan is hiding underneath that calm and steady facade of a lawman. I roll my hips so that he knows I'm desperate to feel his tongue against my core.
"Steady, my queen, I don't want to rush this."
He's so focused on my center, I start to feel a little vulnerable. That's when he places a kiss on top of my clit and I almostcome out of the bed with the spark that small action caused. His fingers gently open me up so that I'm at his mercy.
The first stroke of his tongue feels like heaven, and I'm glad he's holding on to my hips so that I don't come off the bed from the sensations he's causing in me. I love that he seems to know exactly what to do to me to get my blood boiling.
His tongue masterfully glides up, and down my slit and the sensations are very intense. His focus is now on my entrance and he thrusts his tongue in and out, making me shiver. I want more of that and push my hips forward to let him know I'm loving what he's doing.
I grab his hair and push his face towards me in an attempt to get more of the magnificent sensations he's making me feel. He chuckles at that as if I'm being bratty. He lifts his head and looks me straight in the eyes.
"Patience, my queen."
His beard is drenched in my juices, and that just makes me want to fuck his face even more.
"Stop playing with me, Tristan, and make me come."
"I know just how to please you, my queen."
His head goes back between my legs and I miss his beautiful face. Except he's doing something really important and my hips start moving on their own, following the rhythm he has already established. His talented tongue goes up and down my slit, then enters me as deep as possible.
Pretty soon I'm panting and feeling that tingle that tells me I'm very close to the edge of the precipice. I love that tingle and I shamelessly push Tristan's face against my needy pussy. That's when things get real. He starts eating me out as if he were a starved man.
He slides one finger inside me, then two, making me feel somewhat full. I gasp when his fingers reach that special spot inside me, telling me this man knows exactly what the hell he'sdoing. I start moaning with the insistent thrusts of his fingers and then he makes me explode when he starts sucking deeply on my clit.
It suddenly is all too much for me and I see stars. My moans are loud and fill the room with an echo of the pleasure I just received. Tristan doesn't stop, though. He keeps going until he rides out the last of my orgasm. My body is a puddle in the bed and I finally let go of his hair so that he can get some fresh air.
Am I ashamed that I fucked his face? Not one little bit. Meanwhile, Tristan is kissing my thighs and looking sexy as all heck. He smiles at me with a panty-melting smile and I shudder. His face carries a promise, that he'll wring out many orgasms out of me throughout the early hours of this day.
He gets up from the bed and into my small bathroom. When he comes out, he's drying his beard.
"Can you bring me a towel from there? I want to put it underneath me. I hate the wet spots."
He brings me one of the folded ones that I have on the bathroom shelves and I giggle when he flips me to my side and places the towel underneath me. When he flips me back, I feel a lot better.
"You make the most glorious sounds when you're aroused, Emma. I could play them as if it were my favorite song in the whole world."
I blush at his words and try to pull the covers on top of me.
"Not yet, my queen. I'm not done."
