“I won’t if you don’t want me to,bebelle.”
“I don’t.” Even as good as it is in the end, I can’t take it right now. I’m toostimulated.
Fire ignites over my ass as his hand descends, taking my breath away. My chest heaves, and I inhale sharply as the pain fades, giving in to the euphoria. I close my eyes as blow after blow rains down on my cheeks, and I enter a hazy world that blurs around me where only blissexists.
He moves behind me again and parts my folds. He enters me, forgoing his former roughness, and thrusts long and slow, setting a leisurely pace. His body lowers against mine and his hand finds the sensitive nub at the top of my slit between my legs. He leans down and presses his lips to my spine, kissing his way up to my nape. I don’t feel his earlier angeranymore.
“Come, bebelle.Now.”
And Ido.
My orgasm floods me. It’s the sweetest, slowest spasm to ever encompass my body, setting each nerve ending on fire. I tingle from head to toe, delicious chill bumps spreading over my skin, making me hypersensitive to histouch.
His hands move to my shoulders, and he uses his grasp to hold me in place when he thrusts harder. “Oh fuck. I’mcoming.”
I feel his cock jerk inside me, and then the warmth of his cum heats my body from the insideout.
Tristan’s palm flattens between my shoulder blades and works its way down to the small of my back. My hands are suddenly freed, and he coaxes me to turn over. “Comehere.”
I place my hands on the bed and lift my upper body, looking at him over my shoulder. Nervous. On edge because I don’t know where his headis.
Is he still angry with me for talking to that man and gambling with hismoney?
Tristan pulls on my arm, and this time I go to him, but I feel overwhelmed. Confused. Mostly because I crave hisconsolation.
He pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. He cradles me like a child that he’s comforting after a scuffed knee, and I cling to him as though he isn’t the person who just spanked my ass until it feelsblistered.
His hand strokes the back of my hair. “I’m very pleased withyou.”
I lift my face from his shoulder and our eyes connect. I thought that he was angry with me for talking to Craig and gambling with his money. “You’re pleased withme?”
“I pushed you harder this time, and you handled it beautifully. So yes, bebelle, I’m very pleased withyou.”
Sometimes I wonder just how far I’d allow him to go. How hard I’d allow him to push me if it meant pleasinghim.
This man is changing me. But I think that I am also changinghim.
And I can’t wait to see who we becometogether.
