I cup one of her breasts in my hand and lift her puckered nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicks over it.
Daphne lets out a guttural moan into the night.
“Does that feel good, Love?” My tongue flutters across her nipple again.
She shivers and bucks hard against me. “God, yes.”
Daphne rides me, her breasts jiggling as I give them my attention. Licking and sucking and teasing. She yelps when I gently bite down on one of them.
But that only makes her ride me harder, like she’s trying to punish me.
“That’s it, Princess. Ride that cock. You take it so fucking good, don’t you?” Releasing her breast, I trail a hand down between us. My middle finger teases her clit in small strokes.
Daphne moans my name as my finger teases her.
Heat builds at the base of my spine as Daphne arches her back. Her breasts bounce as she rides me, using my body for her own pleasure.
“Tris… Tristan,” she gasps with the last bit of breath in her lungs.
“I’m close, Love. Make me come. Make me come with you.”
Daphne’s pussy clenches down on my cock as her orgasm shatters through her. As she squeezes, it triggers my own release. My balls tense as my cum shoots deep inside her pussy. Stars dance behind my eyes, and my lungs burn like I’ve run a damn marathon. In seconds, she took every drop of cum my body had to give her, and still she’s riding me.
Aftershocks ripple across my groin, that bizarre mix of pleasure that borders on pain.
Slowly, Daphne’s hips stop rolling. She’s gasping for air.
My head’s spinning. I’m so damn lightheaded, I can’t think straight. Instinct takes over, and I pull my hand away from her and embrace her, pulling her against me. She straddles me, her head lolling against my shoulder as she comes back down to Earth with me.
“Tristan?” Daphne’s breath tickles my neck. Her voice is softer, hazy with a distinctly satisfied feminine purr.
“Daphne?” I answer back.
“You called me ‘Love.’”
“I did.” And God help me, if I don’t tamp down the embers still burning in my chest, I might accidentally say the word again.
“Why?” she asks.
Damnit, not that question. “I’ll tell you some day.”
But not tonight. No, tonight doesn’t feel right. After sex, it doesn’t feel right.
And with Daphne, it needs to be right.
CHAPTER THIRTY
TRISTAN
An ear-piercing shriekjolts me awake. I bolt upright in bed before I realize where I am and who is beside me.
Daphne stirs and sits up, her eyes wide as she stares at me in terror.
Another shriek sends icy worry splashing over my skin, and I launch myself out of bed.
Shit, my clothes are fucking everywhere. Grabbing my briefs, I shove my legs through them and hurry out of the bedroom.
My bare feet slap against the wooden steps until I unlock the front door and bolt outside.
