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Tristan’s face was full of worship as he took me in. Being the centre of attention was new to me. I was used to sex that focused on the man’s pleasure, but with Tristan, it was the opposite. I barely got a chance to touch him, and already, his face was lowering between my thighs, his eyes on me, taking in my reaction when he licked me.

Oh. Oh. I suddenly realised that when Tristan had said he wanted to spoil me, this was what he was talking about.

My hips bucked, and he chuckled low, looking pleased as he went back in for another lick. I gasped, then moaned when he pressed his mouth to my sex, tonguing my clit while his hands caressed my stomach, moving up to palm my breasts over my dress. I suddenly wanted all my clothes off. I wanted to be naked up here under the stars.

“Fucking perfect,” Tristan groaned, coming up for air before going straight back in. I’d never had oral sex quite like this. Normally, it was brief and didn’t go on long enough to make me come. Tristan, on the other hand, seemed intent on continuing until he gave me an orgasm. Well, he wouldn’t have to go much longer because my pleasure quickened, collecting in my core where he licked and licked, his tongue doing things I didn’t know were physically possible.

“Oh!” I cried out, my nipples hard. Needing more of his touch, I reached for his hand, guiding it up to my breast. With no further instruction needed, his hand slipped easily inside my dress, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. I loved how he went with the flow, how willing he was to give me what I wanted and how easy it felt to ask for it.

“More,” I begged, and he promptly obliged, tugging my dress down to free my breast and cupping it more fully.

That did it. I came with a strangled moan, so loud I worried someone might hear. If any of the staff had come outside to smoke, they could be standing just below the terrace, listening. But I pushed that worry aside, savouring the pleasure fluttering through me like ribbons in the wind.

The next thing I knew, Tristan’s mouth was on mine, kissing me long and deep, my taste on his tongue. It was both shocking and erotic and only made my need for him more intense.

“Make love to me,” I begged, my voice desperate as he kissed my neck, my cleavage, before sucking my nipple into his mouth. I was certain I looked a mess, with my dress shoved up around my hips, one breast free, but Tristan only gazed at me like I was the sexiest, most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

I palmed his cock, and he made a sound very close to a growl when I unclasped his pants. It was thrilling to be able to do this, to have complete permission to touch and feel and unclothe him however I pleased. Without hesitation, I shoved his pants down his hips, freeing his cock, and oh my, he was big and so very perfect.

He brought his mouth to my ear, flicking his tongue along the shell when he asked, “You want me inside you, Erin?” He pressed his erection to my sex, and I moaned again, this time with far more neediness. He’d only just made me come, but it felt like an eternity waiting for him to give me what I truly wanted.

“Yes,” I pleaded, and he started moving his hips, his cock sliding over my wetness as his gaze locked on mine. My head fell back, dizzy with pleasure. I wasn’t sure where he produced the condom from because I was still in a post-orgasmic haze, but I was vaguely aware of him pulling it free from the foil and sliding it down his impressive length.

He gripped one of my hands, raising it above our heads and interlocking our fingers, never dropping my gaze as he slowly, torturously, slid home. All the air fled my lungs as he filled me, and I felt myself clench around him.

Pure bliss.

Nothing would ever come close to how this felt.

Tristan didn’t fuck me, didn’t use me to fulfil his own needs. No, he made love to me slowly, carefully, like I was something precious to savour. Like my pleasure was just as important as his. I felt entirely appreciated and seen. His mouth was on me again, kissing me with a heady fervour, and when he wasn’t kissing me, he was uttering sweet things in my ear, like how good I felt, how amazing I looked, how he could do this forever and ever and—

Emotion swelled in my throat, more of those suppressed feelings rising to the surface, but they didn’t feel bad. It felt like I could finally release them. They floated out of my body like birds flying away in a pretty murmuration. I was finally leaving the past behind and looking towards something new, something better.

“Are you with me?” Tristan breathed, his thrusts faster, his breathing more frenzied while his other hand went between my legs, fingers circling my clit to make me come again. I wasn’t sure it was possible so close to the last one, but then his thrusts became harder, more needful, and I found myself hurtling towards a second orgasm.

“I’m with you,” I responded, my voice more air than sound.

Tristan’s expression was one of pure ecstasy, my response doing something fascinating to his features as he came inside me with a throaty groan that made my skin tingle all over. He was so fucking sexy I could hardly stand it. And even though he’d come, his fingers didn’t let up, coaxing me to orgasm long moments after his own had finished. My thighs tightened around his hips.

“Almost there,” I gasped, and his eyes glowed with satisfaction when I shuddered against him, his fingers slowing but not stopping, patiently drawing out every last tremor.

He flipped our positions so that he lay flat on the sunbed, cradling my sated body. I rested my head on his chest, hearing his pulse pounding before slowing to an easy beat. I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep, but when I looked up, Tristan was gazing down at me, his expression one of pure awe, like he couldn’t believe I was half naked in his arms.

“That was … unbelievable,” he said, and happiness trickled through me like a drug. I’d never felt so at peace than I did right in this moment under the night sky.

“Ever had sex outside before?” I asked, arching a curious eyebrow.

He grinned. “No, actually, never.”

“Not even as a teenager?”

He pressed his lips together. “I may have had a car hand job once. Not a great experience. Wouldn’t recommend.”

His reply surprised a laugh out of me as I giggled into his chest.

“I love that sound,” he said, his voice so full of affection I found it hard to breathe for a second. Oh, man, I was going to fall for him so easily. It was truly pathetic.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “the outdoor experience has been excellent for me, and I do recommend.”