“You heard me, Smith,” he says firmly, his hand now gripping the back of her neck, making her skin tingle. “If you stay here with me like I want you to, like Ineedyou to,” he leans in and ghosts his lips over her neck, and her eyes flutter closed, “I’ll treat you so good, baby girl. Anything you want or need, it’s yours. Including my last name,” his warm tongue makes it’s way down her neck to her shoulder, where he gives the soft flesh a firm bite, and a moan escapes her lips, “And my D1 babies.”
“Well how could I say no to that?” she says with a breathless giggle.
He pulls back slightly to look into her eyes and holds a nervous breath before asking, “So does that mean you’ll stay?”
She is silent for a beat, causing his anxiety to skyrocket, but the look in her eyes that are hooded with desire and the effects of the alcohol she consumed, he feels himself immediately ease.
“It means Iwantto,” she says. “And that I’ll call my boss tomorrow to see if there’s a possibility that I can stay here and still keep my spot as a senior journalist. And if he says no…I guess I’m willing to explore other options.”
Tristan feels his chest swell with hope, and he takes her hands in his, squeezing them gently.
“I swear we can figure this out, Tess. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you keep your career, but I need you here baby. I need your home to be here with me. Not in some tiny apartment in New York where your stuck-up ex is hiding around every corner.”
Tessa laughs and leans into his broad frame, and he wraps his arms around her instantly.
“Well, since this is my home now, I suppose I should make myself comfortable.”
Tessa stands up and unzips the little black dress she has on, letting it fall to the floor revealing that she is braless and wearing a tiny pair of red lace panties.
Tristan’s mouth hangs open, his eyes burning over every inch of her skin and she smiles wickedly at him before walking away towards the bathroom.
“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” he asks, standing up quickly as if she’s going to disappear.
“Taking a shower,” she says innocent, hooking her thumbs into the side of her panties and sliding them down her long legs. “You wanna watch?”
She doesn’t give him a chance to answer and walks straight into the large bathroom, turning on the warm water in the shower, and stepping inside.
He walks heavily into the bathroom seconds later, his eyes immediately finding her though the clear glass. He watches as she gathers her hair into a messy bun to keep it dry and begins lathering her slick skin with her vanilla scented body wash that has been in the shower since the second night she spent here with him.
Tristan takes a seat on the edge of the tub across from the shower, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt and watching with a throbbing cock as she continues to put on a show for him, lathering up her skin and washing away the suds under the heavy stream of the shower head.
Tristan stands up to unbutton his pants but completely stills when he watches one of her tiny hands slip between her thighs, and a throaty moan bounces off the echoing shower walls.
“Shit,” he whispers to himself, palming himself desperately through his pants.
Tessa slowly runs her delicate fingers through her pussy, which is now hot and wet and desperate for Tristan, but she’s having too much fun watching him attempt to relieve what she’s sure is a painfully hard erection.
“Trist,” she whispers, her eyes meeting his in a seductive dance as they dance between his face and the bulge in his pants. “You have no idea how many times I touched myself thinking about you when we were apart.”
“I've got myself off in that very shower thinking about you.”
She hisses as her fingers bump against her clit and she lets out a shaky breath.
“This shower?” she asks, giving him an innocent flutter of her eyelashes.
“My cum has been all over that shower floor baby. All because of you.”
“What did you used to think about?” she asks, her breath catching in her throat as she watches him unzip his pants andpush them to the floor, slowly undressing, keeping his eyes fixated on her.
“I used to think about the night I first had you,” he says, removing all his clothes and standing tall, shoulders back and proud, and taking his throbbing cock in his hand. “About how sweet your pussy was in my mouth and how goddamn tight you were around me. You were so tight I could barely get it in at first, but it was so good, so sweet.”
He takes a few steps towards her, standing in the opening of the shower, but not entering.
Tessa’s lashes flutter closed as she slides two fingers inside of her soaked opening, her hips instantly bucking forward to increase the sensation building in her belly.
“But most of all,” he says, taking his first step inside of the large shower, “I thought about what I would do to you if I had you again. If you were really mine. And guess what, princess?”
Tristan takes her hand from between her legs and pins it against the shower wall behind her.
