My hand trails across her hip, and my thumb dips to collect her arousal from between us before the pad of my thumb traces circles around her clit. My hips thrust again, bringing her back to the brink of reality.
Daphne bites her lip as her head tosses back against the bed.
“God, yes,” she moans.
“I’m not God, Love. Say my name.”
“Tristan.” Her breathy voice fills the room.
“Daphne,” I answer back before my hips resume thrusting into her. Pleasure ripples across the base of my spine as my thumb quickens on her clit.
I need to see this. I need to watch Daphne unravel beneath me. Need to hear her scream my name into the night as she shatters.
Daphne’s back bows, and her body goes taut under me. “Tris,” she gasps, right on the edge.
And I give it to her. I don’t stop or slow down. I don’t start jerking harder into her. I keep the roll of my hips steady, and my thumb moves in that slow dance across her clit.
And Daphne unravels.
My name rips from her throat as her orgasm consumes her. She trembles under me as I grab onto her calf and plant a kiss on the soft skin above her ankle as she bucks and jerks against me. She shakes so damn hard I can hear metal squeak from her low bed frame.
Her pussy squeezes me, and it takes every bit of self-control I can muster not to lose myself to her, to this moment.
This one’s for her, and only her.
Daphne’s still shaking as her pussy relaxes, and her muscles soften. I’m still inside her, soaking in the feeling of her.
Her eyes flutter open, hazy with lust and satisfaction. Her face is already illuminated with afterglow.
And I’m not even close to finished with her and her body tonight.
Staying inside her, I shrug off my suit jacket and toss it on thefloor.
Daphne watches my rushed striptease with fascination as I unclip my bowtie and toss it onto the jacket. I remove the cufflinks and discard them somewhere on her floor.
One by one, I unbutton my shirt and peel it off. I reach behind me and yank off my white t-shirt and discard it too, leaving me bare-chested.
My pants dropped around my knees while I was fucking her, but my briefs were caught against my thighs. I shove them down around my knees and slowly pull my cock entirely out of her.
As I stand, I kick off my shoes and make quick work of everything else. I’m naked in front of my woman, my cock glistening with her cum as Daphne gazes up at me in wonder, her legs wide and that pretty pussy shimmering in the moonlight.
Grabbing one of her ankles, I tug her leg upward and pull off her high heel. Then the other.
Daphne rolls over slightly, her fingers fumbling with a side zipper I didn’t even know was there. The little whirring sound fills the room as inches of skin are exposed along her side. Once the zipper stops, Daphne takes her one-shoulder strap and shoves the dress down her body.
Her full breasts bounce as she shimmies the fabric down until it pools at her hips.
Grabbing fistfuls of it, I tug the fabric from under her, down her legs, and toss the heavy garment on the floor.
Daphne scooches deeper into the middle of the bed but kneels. She nods down at the pillows, silently instructing me to lie down.
Christ, yes. If my woman wants to ride me, I’ll be damn sure I’m the best ride of her fucking life.
Grabbing one of the pillows, I stack them and sit mostlyupright, my shoulders pressing against the wall as I settle in.
Daphne doesn’t hesitate. She swings her leg over and straddles me. Her warm thighs press against mine, and I can smell her arousal mixing with her sugary vanilla perfume. The blue glint in her eyes is all the warning I get before she sinks herself onto me.
The edges of my vision go black as Daphne rises herself up and sinks back down, taking me to the base. This woman—my woman—is sheer perfection.
