Chapter 11 #3
He slides his hands under me, then down my back and to my ass so possessively I whimper into the kiss, unfolding my body for him. Sex has never been like this.
Any pleasure I ever took with another person was entirely coherent, but Tristan’s scent does something to my brain, and I’m shaking with the sheer desire to be close.
I need him.
Desperately.
And I would beg for him to take me now even if I knew I wouldn’t get to finish myself.
“Please, Tristan…”
Did I really meet him yesterday? So why does it feel like he’s the only man I’ll ever want?
“Please, what?” he teases, his finger already sliding between my ass cheeks in a silent promise. I stretch under him, offering everything I am. He can have it all—my body, my soul—as long as his heart beats for me. I’d give him my shadow too if I could.
Maybe I am naive, but I do believe everything he says.
I want him to make love to me. Court me. Marry me, and be with me forever.
“I’m so impatient,” I whimper, rubbing his cockhead with my thumb.
He licks over my lips, leaving me breathless. “That feels so good, sweetheart.” He dips his hand into the pocket of his hoodie lying next to us and pulls out something that looks like… a mushroom? He squeezes it, releasing oily goo over his fingers. Oh. So he’s prepared.
“And I bet it will feel even better to be inside you,” he whispers breathlessly as he slides his hand between my legs and presses two slippery fingers to my eager opening. I whimper and shiver, so, so ready, because this feels nothing like any sexual experience I’ve had so far.
Anticipation has me rocking against Tristan, desperate for sensations only he can deliver. His wonderful hair falls onto my torso and slithers over it like red eels. “Tell me everything,” I whisper, saliva-slickened hand still working his cock.
Need sparks deep inside when two fingers lick my entrance, so achingly gentle in their exploration.
I have no doubts about his desire for me, evidenced by the perspiration over his lip, and the tremble in his exhales, but he does not rush things, opening me up with a gentleness that has me radiating warmth all over.
“What can I tell you, sweetie? That I yearn to know what it’s like to be one body with you? That I want to feel our hearts beating in unison? Our shadows to merge?”
God. Yes. Yes, that’s what I want.
Tristan’s wings disappeared at some point after we landed, but as I glance at him through the veil of my lashes, I spot them emerging from his back and stretching, as if he’s a bird showing off to its chosen mate.
“That too,” I say and focus the attention of my fingers on the slick flesh just below his cockhead. I grin when he closes his eyes in response. “But also tell me how it feels to come inside me.”
“I’ll tell you when I know,” he teases, licking up my jaw, all the way to my ear.
I don’t even know when I started rocking my hips back at him, but his knuckles have just hit my ass cheeks, and I greedily move back and forth, seeking more of the delicious friction.
It seems almost as if he’s denying me on purpose, but once his digits curl, stroking the right spot, I shift, so very desperate for the pressure to continue.
He pulls out his fingers. I let out a shameless mewl that has my face going up in flames, but I’m not afraid to come off as needy. Not with him.
Tristan grabs my legs and folds me in half, bracing my legs on his shoulders, and when his wings tickle my feet, jolts of pleasure slide all the way down to my needy hole.
“Time to let go,” he chuckles and nudges my hand away to put more of that slippery goo over his dick.
There’s so much of it dripping over his fingers and cock I can’t help but imagine that sopping wet shaft pushing its way inside me.
But just watching him slick himself some more is so erotic I might pass out before I get to feel him come
Those three weeks will feel like eternity.
I give a hoarse moan when Tristan braces himself over me and rubs the thick cockhead against the rim of my hole. Electric charges travel to all my extremities, leaving the center deliciously heavy and sensitive, until raw need is the only thing I’m aware of.
“Oh God… oh God,” I mumble when he circles my hole with the tip of his cock, but then pressure builds, and he slips inside.
I can’t keep my head up anymore. The landing on the moss is soft as I arch my back, making incoherent whimpers.
Because yes, he is thick. But while my hole aches in protest, the tinge of pain feels so so good.
He lowers himself on top of me, wrapping his arms around me tightly as I take every inch of him.
I grip his sides, then let my fingers dig into the skin on his back, because I want to leave my mark on him too.
Because he will be mine the same way I will be his.
Tristan grunts in pleasure and sucks on my ear as his shaft sinks ever deeper. My vision blurs, and the balmy air around Tristan forms a halo of many colors, enhancing the shine on every strand of his hair.
I cry out as he bottoms out inside me, but then a crease appears between his brows when he grinds down, making the head of his cock shift inside me.
I can’t breathe, but when he leans down to kiss me, his tongue dislodges the air trapped in my throat and I utter a faint whine that I soon repeat as he rocks inside me in a slow yet confident rhythm.
It’s hypnotic, and I roll my head over the moss, watching my toes curl against the webbing of my lover’s wings. They’re translucent enough for the ghost of light to seep through, but I can also feel their warmth, as if Tristan’s blood flows through them too.