She tilts her face, biting her lip. “You needed a humbling experience.”
“I’ll show you a fucking humbling experience.”
Picking her up, I gather her in my arms, coming to an abrupt stop in the hallway. I won’t make it to the bedroom, so I rush into the living room, throwing myself on the sofa.
Lifting her by her waist above my face, I say, “Put your pussy on my face.”
She might own me, but I own her pleasure, and I won’t be satisfied until she blacks out because it’s too much. Maybethen she will understand a smidgen of how she makes me feel—teetering on the edge of madness.
“What? No, Tristan,” she says with a hint of curiosity, her brows furrowing. “What if I suffocate you?”
Gripping her thighs, I demand, brooking no argument. “Do it. Now.”
Not me rewarding this brat, but again I am powerless over her.
Reluctantly, she places her knees on each side of my face and lowers herself, meeting my eager tongue. The first contact turns her into a goner, like I knew she would.
She’s so wet, her juices flow down my chin as I lap at her, eating her like I am ravenous. Ambrosia has nothing on her sweet taste. Flattening my tongue, I drag it from bottom to top before entering her again and fucking again. She’s a moaning, whimpering mess above me, and I switch to nibble on her tiny bundle of nerves, coaxing every bit of pleasure to satisfy a hunger as insatiable as my need for her.
I don’t stop, can’t stop even if she begs me to, but I know better. Her thighs pressing against my face, grinding against my mouth betray a woman with a mission. I am eager to assist, delivering her the ultimate satisfaction.
Rivulets of moans flow from her mouth just like her juices coating my chin—unabashedly using my tongue to get off. My greedy little thing I love to make a mess of.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, biting her clit.
She screams the whole place down, chasing her release, making me so damn hard, my cock leaks as if to ease the pressure building inside.
I lift her body and push her down my cock in one thrust. “You might rule my world, Viviana. But I command your body, baby.”
Her wetness slides over every inch, sucking me in, and making it easier for me to push to the hilt inside her, fucking her like that’s my destiny, the only purpose in my life.
It transcends the physical desperation to have her. It’s a raw need to be joined with her in every way.
“Don’t come. Don’t fucking come yet,” I grit out when I feel her contracting around me.
“Please… no… why?” she whimpers.
“I want you to experience being in my place. That I have no power when it comes to you,” I blow out a ragged breath.
I keep her tethered on the edge, postponing both our orgasms, aware the release will be so much sweeter.
“Come,” I command, the call of pleasure impossible to reject a second longer.
“Tristan,” she cries out my name in sheer abandon, sounding grateful for giving her permission to break apart for me.
Viviana buries her face in my chest, seeking comfort and approval. She’s vulnerable after sex, and I kiss every inch of her flushed face before I gather her in my arms, carrying her upstairs.
“This is where you belong. In my arms. In my bed. In my life. And if I must remind you for the rest of our lives, I will.”
19
VIVIANA
The graduation ceremony happens in a blur as I swallow my emotions and deliver my valedictorian speech. My family is there for me, cheering from the front row.
I don’t draw strength from their presence, but from Tristan. He leans against a tree, blending in as our eyes lock. He smiles at me throughout the event, his eyes shining with awe and so much love that it breaks me apart and heals me simultaneously.
The wave of contradictory emotions threatens to drown me as I ride the wave of nostalgia. One chapter ended. Another one has just begun.
