Okay, she wants to play.
“Fuck, Tess,” he drops his head and lets a soft chuckle escape. “Show me.”
“What?”
Her eyes go wide and she pushes her thighs together, unconsciously and desperately trying to relieve the pulse in her clit that is becoming borderline painful.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me,” he orders, his voice even, stern, and confident.
Her cheeks are bright pink and she takes a nervous step back, not sure what to do or what to say. She’s never done that in front of anyone before. No one has ever asked her to. She’s neverwantedto do that in front of any of the guys she dated.
Except now, apparently.
“Sit your pretty ass on that table,” he points behind her, and her head looks over her shoulder. She gulps but does as he says and backs up, perching on the edge of the large wooden table.
She almost protests when he steps towards her, but he puts his hands up in surrender, telling her that he is not going to do anything to her that she wouldn’t want.
Instead, he bends down to grab her ankle, and unstraps the heel, letting it fall gracefully from her foot and landing with a click on the floor. He does the same to the other side, maintain eye contact with her the whole time.
“Now scoot back,” he says, nodding his head for her to scoot back onto the table. She does so, and he grabs her ankles again, this time picking them up and placing each foot wide on the table. Her dress hangs loosely between her legs, covering theplace he wants to see most, but exposing the fair skin of her thighs.
He takes a step back and nods approvingly at the site before him.
“Now lift your dress up and show me.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the alcohol she’s had tonight swim through her veins, willing it to give her the boost of confidence she needs to do this. Shewantsto do this. She always wondered what kind of woman she would have turned into if she stayed with Tristan. The men she dated after him were vanilla, at best.
“Tessa, sweetheart,” she opens her eyes to look at him, and he has his hand firmly gripping the erection tenting his black dress pants. “I have always thought you were the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen, and now you’re a fuckingwoman, the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. I’m going to die over here, baby.”
She lets her eyes look down at his bulge and she can’t help but bite her lip in appreciation.
“Can you show me first?” She whispers, and he smiles, because of course he does. Tristan doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.
The clink of his belt is almost enough to give her courage, and she watches with a dry mouth as he unzips his pants, reaches into them before pushing them down low onto his thick thighs, and pulls his cock out.
And it’s huge.
Swollen, hard, leaking, and clearly begging to release.
“There’s no way that fit inside of me,” she blurts out, and he chuckles as he begins fisting his length.
“I made you sure you were good and ready, remember?”
She nods, and the memory of his face buried in her pussy and fingers stretching her is enough to have her hand creeping upher thigh. He notices the movement and decides to keep talking as he continues to fuck his hand while looking straight at her.
“I could barely fucking get it in, but you were so wet and soft, there was no way I wasn’t going to make it work.”
Her hand grips the hem of her dress that is draped perfectly over the apex of her thighs, and she slowly starts to lift it.
“Come on baby girl, let me see that pretty pussy.”
Tessa feels herself pulse at his words, words that she has replayed over and over in her head for a decade.So fucking pretty. I knew you would taste this good.
She finally lifts her dress to expose the black lacy panties she wore tonight, and he groans. “Move them to the side,” he orders. His hand has stopped moving, and his eyes are fixated on the way her delicate fingers dip into the side of her panties.
She takes a deep breath, and pulls them to the side, the cool air hitting her now exposed, wet, and swollen lips, and she gasps at the sensation.
“Oh,fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. “Look at you, fucking look at you, baby.”
