She sobered up quickly when she opened her eyes and saw his large body looming over hers. It was exciting, intimidating, and so damn sexy.
She watched as he peeled off his dress shirt before grabbing the back of the white undershirt and pulling it over his head,revealing his chest and abdomen – so solid and broad and covered in a layer of soft hairthat made her clit pulse so strongly she let out an uncontrolled moan.
He smiled and finally let his eyes lazily survey her body. She was naked besides the little white lace panties that she was still wearing, and his mouth watered at the sight of her. Her body was long and lean with a sweet little dip in her waist giving her a perfect hourglass figure despite the length of her body. Her breasts were perky and supple; the perfect size and shape for how slim her body was, and her nipples were the sweetest shade of pink he had ever seen, and he could no longer hold himself back from leaning down and gathering one of the hardened nipples into his mouth.
She gasped and arched against him,surprisedby how much sensation she felt from the gentle motions of his tongue. He eagerly ran his tongue all along her breasts and nipples, alternating between sucking and licking, making her squirm beneath him.
She began arching her hips up towards him, silently begging for more, which made him smile against her skin. He brought a teasing hand closer to her center withoutactually touchingher, and she began to thrash her head back and forth against his pillow. Her core was beginning to ache; the heatand slickness of her arousal making the absence of his touch damn near unbearable.
Right as she was about to beg for more, he broke away from her chest and expertly slid her panties down her long legs in one swift motion before grabbing a knee in each hand and pushing her legs wide open. She felt her legs resist, even though she knew shedidn’twantto, but she had never been exposed to someone before, and her tricky little brain began to taunt her with images of how many girls he had seen naked.
“Let me see you Tessa,” he said as he began tolower tohis knees, holding the most intense eye contact she had ever experienced.
She willed her legs to open as wide as she could get them, battling against the insecurities shouting in her brain. But she watched as Tristan’s eyes broke from hers to linger on her bare pussy before him, and the look in his eyes turned from gentle and wistful, to pure lust and animalistic need. The look in his eyes was thrilling, and she wanted to do anything she possibly could tonight to keep that look in his eyes.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispered, looking back up at her. “Has any guy ever seen your pussy like this?”
She shook her head before letting out a soft “no”, and she watched in amazement as a low growl escaped his mouth and he wrapped his lips around her clit.
She cried out in pleasure, tears nearlyspilling from her eyes at what she was feeling and experiencing.
He pulled from her clit and let his tongue run lazy circles over the soft flesh of her opening, taking his time to feel and taste every single inch of her lips, dipping into her obscenely wet opening, back up to her clit, before using his fingers to gently pull her delicate and soft pussy lips apart in order to get better access to her clit that was becoming more swollen by the second.
“I knew you would taste this good,” he whispered against her, letting his nose settle against the soft blonde hair that lightly adorned her pubic bone.
“Trist,” she whispered, not sure how she was able to find her voice. Her legs were shaking, her nipples hard and taut, her clit throbbing against his warm, wet tongue.
He slipped two fingers inside of her, pleased to feel how open and soft and wet she was for him. Hopefully after her orgasm she would be open enough for him to slip inside of her tight walls.
He moaned against her as her hips began to buckwildlyand she began to ride his face.
She had no idea who she was turning into, but her voice was loud and unsteady as she moaned his name. The sounds of his wet mouth against her wet opening were so far the dirtiest and most erotic thing she had ever heard, and the sound alone brought her so deliciously close to her climax, and he could feel it. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, could feel how swollen her clit was, and could hear her moans get louder and breath get quicker.
“Taste so good baby,” he whispered against her, reaching his hand down to unzip his pants and free his cock which was painfully hard at this point. He let it out to relieve the painful throbbing and had to practice the most intenseamountofself-controlhe could find not to pump himself to completion within two seconds.
“Trist...please...” she was whining, begging, thesound of her voice to her was pathetic but to Tristan was the most beautiful and sexiest little sound he had ever heard.
He immediately thought of all of the ways in the future he could get her to beg like that for him.
“Relax,” he whispered, feeling howtenseher legs and the muscles in her abdomen were. She was right there, so close to the edge, but she was so desperate for it that she was holding herself back from letting her body get there. “I’vegot you sweetheart, relax for me.”
She took a deep breath and willed her muscles to loosen and let her legs hang lazily over his shoulders.
“That’s my good girl,” were his last words before he wrapped his lips around her clit and gently sucked, spiraling her fiercely toward a blinding orgasm that ripped through every part of her body, and he carefully held her through it, his large hands firmly on her hips to keep her steady and forcing her to feel theintensity of her orgasm instead of running from it. He had seen her come multiple times from his fingers but something about doing it with his mouth was dizzyingly intoxicating.
It took her longer than she thought possible to come down from her orgasm. Her body was limp and motionless when she finally regained her composure enough to open her eyes, only to find Tristan standing over her again, in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his mouth and chin glistening with what she had released all over him, and a look in his eye that could only be described as a predator about to devour his prey.
She watched, hypnotized, as his hand reached into his boxers and he started fisting his cock.
“Come here,” she whispered, desperate to feel his naked body against hers.
He put a knee on the bed and his other hand next to her head and he loomed over her before he crashed his lips to hers, overwhelming her with a messy, erotic kiss that left her breathless and desperate for more of him.
“Can you taste what I did to you?” He whispered against her lips that were now covered with her own arousal.
“Yes,” she whispered, her hands desperately reaching out for him.
“I’m not being an asshole when I say this Tess but, I’m big.” She nodded at this words, silently acknowledging that she knew; that she never had a doubt in her mind. Beyond his height and the size of his hands and feet, which alone wouldn’t guarantee a big dick, the way he carried himself was a dead giveaway. Plus, she had wrapped her fingers around it more than once, so she had been mentally preparing for this already. “So I’m going to go as slow as I can, but I need you to promise me that you will tell me if it’s too much, and we can stop, and try something else, okay?”
