“10 fucking years I’ve been dreaming about this pussy,” he continued to push in, punishingly slow, causing her to whine and wiggle against him. “A whole decade I thought about you like a sick fucking puppy.”
“I’m sorry,” she mewled, trying to push back against him, but his hold on her hips kept her still. “If it matters, I was sick about you too. I’ve missed you and thought about you every single day.”
He pushed in all the way at her words, and she suddenly found herself running away again at the impact of how deep he was inside of her.
“Steady,” he breathed, keeping her situated. “You can take it.”
“It’s a lot,” she whined.
“It will get easier. I won’t go in all the way this time…how’s this?” he started pumping into her, keeping his rhythm even and his breath catching at the sensation of his cock hitting her g spot, but he only pumped about ¾ of the way in.
“That’s good,” she said back breathlessly. “So fucking good.”
He groaned and reached around and started playing with her swollen clit while the other remained splayed out on her hip.
After only a few minutes he felt himself getting close and decided he needed to change something up so he didn’t blow like a teenager again.
“Fuck, your pussy is like heaven,” he said, reaching around to embrace her chest and pull her up, so that they were both ontheir knees, her back firmly against his front, and he wrapped his large hand around her throat. She turned her head and captured his lips in a messy kiss full of tongue and years of unspoken longing. The kiss so frantic and sensual that it made her feel dizzy and her pussy contract wildly around his cock.
“You’re close,” he stated into her open mouth. “I can feel it.”
“Keep kissing me like that,” she ordered. “And keep your hand on my throat.”
He groaned and picked up speed, pumping into her, pushing himself all the way in now that she had a few moments to adjust, and within seconds she was detonating around him.
“Fuck! Tristan! You’re making me come so hard!”
He kept a tight grip on her as her body bucked and attempted to collapse and fold, but he kept her upright, where he could watch her face up close as she screamed his name through her mind-bending orgasm.
“God damnit,” he hissed out, trying with all his might to hold back from his own release, but it was no use. She was too perfect, warm, soft, wet, and beautiful – with the tightest little pussy he had ever felt. “Gonna fill you up again.”
“Yes,” she breathed, finally coming down from the peak.
His cocked rammed into her at an unsteady pace, and it took all his energy to keep himself upright through the orgasm so he didn’t collapse on Tessa and crush her. But eventually they both came down from their high, and both found themselves laying on their backs on the bed, panting, sweating, and leaking.
“We made a bit of a mess, huh?” Tristan said through choppy breaths, his hand sneaking its way between her legs, fingers lazily playing with her now swollen pussy that was filled and covered with both of their releases. “Is now a good time to ask if you’re on birth control?”
She laughed and swatted his arm away.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t be?”
“To be honest Tess, I probably still would have finished inside of you even if you told me you weren’t.”
“Shut up, you cave man.”
“Hhhm, I don’t know which I like better – cave man or football man.”
Tessa giggled and turned her body towards him, and he easily lifted an arm up to welcome her into his embrace. She happily scooted over into him and tucked herself into his warm side, and he pulled her in close, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“I meant what I said, you know,” he murmured into her hair.
“Which part?” she asked sarcastically.
“Well, all of it. But mostly about how much I’ve wanted you over the years. I don’t want to feel that way again, Tess. Please tell me you feel the way that I do right now.”
She closed her eyes at the vulnerability and emotional intelligence he was so easily displaying, and she snuggled into him closer, if that was even possible.
“I know I’m the one who left,” she whispered. “But it was hell for me, too. I was crazy about you, Trist. And being with you now, and you’re the same exact person but different at the same time. I don’t know, it just feels so easy. But then also, it’s not. This is supposed to be temporary for me; just another stop on my career path. I don’t know if this could work long term.”
