Chapter 6
“Kiss me, Iris,” he pleaded, an inch from her lips. Yes, he had stolen their first kiss. He could admit that. So for their first real kiss as adults, he wanted her to take.
When she didn’t hesitate, he upbraided himself for taking so long to ask this of her. But even the years spent waiting weren’t wasted, for their friendship had developed into something unbreakable. So he didn’t permit any negative thoughts while she leaned forward.
It was a soft brush of the lips. Like a feather. Her breath tickled his lips. And her familiar mint and rosemary scent filled his senses.
“We should go somewhere else. Somewhere soft—”
“No. I want you now,” she said with fire in her eyes. “Here.”
“Oh my God, Iris. I’ve waited so long for this. I need you.”
“I need you, too. Please, Tristan.”
All he could think was that the flash of a stolen kiss at nine years old could not compete with the complete and utter abandon with which she kissed him now.
“Let me taste you,” he murmured between kisses.
“You are.”
“Mmm…let me taste every part of you.”
Understanding settled as she nodded her head. “Yes, Tristan.”
He sunk to his knees and pulled her skirts up. “Hold these,” he said with as little urgency as he could muster, and then he smirked up at her. “Will you let me kiss you here?” He nuzzled up to her stomach.
“God, yes,” she panted. “Everywhere. Anywhere—ahhh.”
His tongue slid up her folds as his fingers spread her gently apart. “Oh my God, you’re delicious, Iris.”
“You’re divine,” she muttered back. So he kept going.
Up and back and sucking and nibbling until her cries threatened to give them away.
So he urged her down to the floor where he offered her his thumb to suck while he ate her pussy.
Her tongue wrapped around his thumb, and he was so hard he thought was going to burst.
Fuck.
He did burst. At the exact same time she bit his thumb and then moaned into the open air. All the while he licked at her, getting every last drop.
“Oh Tristan.”
“That was only one time, my love. We have four more to go.”
“Our number?” she asked, lazily. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m more serious than you’ve ever seen me.”
“But how—”
He slid his finger into her and she clenched around him.
“That’s my good girl. You’re so tight.”
He slid in and out while she fought for breath. “Tell me what you like, Iris.”
“Mhmmm…” she bit down on her lip. “I like that, Tristan.” Her eyes met his.
“That’s it. Watch me while we find your pleasure.”
And then he found the spot that had her writhing. Her fingernails biting into his forearms.
“That’s right, Iris. Let it go, my love.”
“Someone might hear.”
“I don’t care. You’re mine. Let the whole world hear. You’ll be my bride tomorrow if I can get a special license. And I’ll make—”
“Unhhhh…” her moan cut him off as she pulsated around him again.
“Yes, my love.”
“You want—” she gasped “—five?”
“Mhmm. Do you?”
She barely nodded, but it was enough for him to undo his falls, his cock jutted out. “C’mere, my love.”
“Oh my God. You’re so big, Tristan.”
“I’m this big for you, Iris. Damn. You make me hard. Look.” He fisted his cock, pumped it once. “Come here. Feel me against you, my love, but don’t let me inside yet.”
She didn’t fully understand, he could see it in her face, but she trusted him.
And the second his cock hit her wet pussy, he knew it was going to take all his determination to get her to five.
He thought her bones had gone limp, but she found renewed strength once she slid up his rod the first time.
They groaned together, her hands grasping the clothes still peeled to his chest.
“Tristan, unnhh…oh my God.”
Her breaths were panting out of her as she found friction against her bundle of nerves.
“That’s right, my love. He’s all yours.”
She buried her head in his chest. “I can’t believe…it…you feel…so…good.” One of his hands squeezed her breast and then in a quick move, he pinched her nipple.
“Annhhh…” She fell apart in his arms. “I…can’t…I can’t…ohhh…” she mewled and it struck him hard and strong in his cock. “But I want more…”
“So greedy. My girl.” He laid her back on the ground. “Let me do the work this time.”
When she nodded, he hovered over her, readying himself at her entrance.
“I’m ready, Tristan.”
Tightening his resolve, he slid into her wet home. And once he was in there, he never wanted to leave. He thought he would take it slow, give her some time to acclimate, but she was already surging forward looking for more. And he knew, as he always had, that she was made for him.
He pumped into her a few times, with increasing intensity until she was arched up into him so high and so hard he had to suck on her nipple through her dress as he slammed into her again. She cried out just after he stole the sound from her mouth. Still, he had one more to give her.
“Can you do one more?” he panted into her ear.
Absolutely without breath, she answered, “Yes. One more.” And he flipped her onto her hands and knees, crouching on his own knees, where he met her again.
And there was hardly any stifling of the growl he released.
She was limp in his arms, but beckoning him on. One more time.
“You should see how good you take me, my love. That pretty pussy—”
“Unnhh…” she cried out again. And this time he let himself release into her.
“That’s five, my love.”
And he didn’t think she had any breath left in her, but she managed to say, “That’s magic.”