He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and glides his hand around my waist until it’s cupping me between my legs. His fingers toy with the nub at the top of my slit, and I’m astonished by how well he knows my body and what it needs to reach the ultimatepleasure.
With his free hand, he reaches for my chin, grasping it and forcing me to watch our reflections in the mirror. “Look at me. I want to see your face when youcome.”
I grasp his wrist and open my mouth, sucking two of his fingers into my mouth. I suck hard and my subdued moan vibrates around his fingers. Feeling the soft flesh of his skin and tissue but firmness of his bones between my teeth, I have a sudden desire to bite down. And I do. He hisses and then I soothe my bite with a suck andlick.
My skin tingles as I imagine his mouth licking me. His hands worshipping me. His cock stretchingme.
I needhim.
Now.
“I want to feel you inside ofme.”
He presses a kiss to the side of my face. “I’m sorry, but I just gave you twenty keys. I can’t afford anothertonight.”
“No key.” He’s sending Claudia away, and that has made me very happy. I’m feeling generous. Andhorny.
He smiles, and I see how happy he is with my offer. “Are yousure?”
“Yes, but we do it my way.” I twist in his arms and drape my hands over his shoulders. “I want it slow and sweet, on the bed, and face-to-face.”
He nods slowly and placing his hands on my hips, uses them to guide me, kissing en route on the way to the bed. “I can dothat.”
I know he can do it. He’s already demonstrated that he can do it very well, but I want him to want to doit.
And I shouldn’t. Desiring such things could destroy me. I know this, and yet it doesn’t change the way Ifeel.
Tristan stops midway and cups my ass, lifting me so I’m straddling him with my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed and lowers our bodies together, his body lying on top of me. I love the feel of his weight pressing me into thebed.
His hand glides up the side of my body and cups my breast from the underside, his thumb lightly circling my nipple. “I won’t ever ask you to wear the nipple clampsagain.”
“I would try them again but maybe just not so tight nexttime.”
His lips claim the side of my neck while his hand navigates its way down my body. It dips between my legs, rubbing up and down, petting me. I part my legs wide, giving him full access to my body, and my shallow breath moves in and out of my chest quickly as I anticipate his nextmove.
He pushes a finger through my slick center and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke that barely grazes my clit. I’m desperate for more, so I impatiently move against hisfingers.
He chuckles. “You need more,huh?”
“A lotmore.”
He rubs his fingers up and down, every upward stroke applying direct pressure to my clit. “Feelgood?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He changes his technique and rubs me in a circular motion. My back arches off the bed, and my legs fall even farther apart. A soft whine slips from my mouth when Tristan stops and moves to kneel between my legs. But I know what’s coming and I’melated.
He presses his lips to my inner thigh and trails kisses up my trembling legs. It’s impossible to stop squirming beneath him. He moves upward and nibbles the skin of my groin, making me involuntarily convulse, before he grabs my thighs and pushes them back andapart.
He places his tongue against my center and drags it in an upward sweep. Slow. Soft. So good I want toscream.
“Want things nice and slow likethis?”
“Mmm-hmm. I like that alot.”
The movement of his tongue continues—light, gentle, careful. All of the nerves around my clit and vagina are highly responsive to the new sensations. It’s only taking a small amount of pressure and movement to stimulate me towardorgasm.
“Feels so good,Tristan.”
