"Do you want me to return the favor?"
I can see his cock tenting his boxer shorts, and I lick my lips. He probably tastes salty and I'm dying to lick his cock like a lollipop.
"None of that, my queen. I need to fuck you. Badly."
My mind is filled with him and the pleasure he just gave me, but I agree that we're not done yet. I want to feel him deep inside me and there's only one way that's going to happen.
"Come to bed then. Claim your prize."
He crawls across the mattress to where I am in the middle.
"Oh, you're more than a prize. You're a treasure, Emma."
"You say that, but you're still wearing your boxers."
"When I take the boxers off, there's no going back."
"You know what? I think you're all talk."
I start to get up from the bed, but he gently pushes me back down again.
"Okay, my queen. Your wish, my command."
He lowers his boxers and his hard cock springs to attention right in front of me. He's big and thick, and a shiver goes through me. Once he's between my legs again he strokes my slit with the head of his cock. Up and down, up and down.
I swear, this man loves to tease. I'm more of the impatient kind. Wham, bam, and thank you ma'am. His lips cover mine and I plaster my body against his. My nipples stand up in attention and rub against his hairy chest. I feel like I'm a wild animal, needing him more and more as he rubs his cock against my pussy.
His hand caresses my face, clearing the hair that has fallen to cover it. Then he moves that hand over to my neck stopping and gently squeezing, then he moves that hand further down and cradles one of my breasts. It fits perfectly on his hand, and I whimper as he flicks my nipple with his tongue.
My breasts are very sensitive, and when he mouths one nipple, I almost pass out. He flicks it over and over with his tongue, making me roll my hips against him for the added friction. His skin is hot against mine and I already feel beads of sweat as a result. The man is like a furnace, and I'm ready to get ignited and then consumed by him.
"Tristan, I need more."
"I've got you, my queen. Just let me feast on these treats a tiny bit longer."
He switches to my other breast, and I once again put my hand on his head, pressing him against me. The sensations I'm feeling are amazing, and I reach for my pussy to get myself closer to the precipice once again.
"I didn't say that was allowed, my queen."
"I'm so close, Tristan. I need you inside me."
He lifts himself up on his forearms and looks down at me. From my vantage point, he looks feral and intent on ravishing me. I want to get to the ravishing part sooner rather than later.
"Look at me in the eyes, Emma."
My gaze is already locked with his, so I'm not sure what it is he wants from me.
"I want to watch you when I enter you for the first time."
All I can do is nod and reach for him. I feel more than see him directing his cock to my entrance and then he thrusts inside. He's thick and I need to force myself to relax to let him better slide inside me.
"You can take me, my queen. You were made for me. That's it. You're such a good girl for me."
There are beads of sweat on his forehead, and I know he's doing everything he can to not plow me like a farmer would a milkmaid. But what if that is what I want? So I reach for his ass and pull him to me. When he's fully inside me, I take a breath and close my eyes for a moment.
I'm all sweaty too, but I don't really care at this point in time. When I open my eyes, I find him also with his eyes closed. I rub his back, trying to establish a connection, which I need right now.
"I never thought something could feel this right, Emma."
