19. Tristan
TRISTAN
M y lips trail down her neck, biting lightly, sucking until her skin blooms pink beneath my mouth.
My girl arches for me, chest rising, and I take one breast into my mouth, sucking deep and slow until she whimpers.
Inadvertently, I match her sound, a strangled whine that can only be my need to be inside her fully vibrates in my throat.
This girl ruins me, just by allowing me to touch her.
My hand cups her other breast, thumb flicking over the hardened peak.
I feel like I’m unraveling, like I’ll lose my fucking mind from how good she feels and tastes.
I lift my head, looking at her, memorizing her trembling body under mine.
“We can never go back, dushen’ka,” I rasp, voice breaking.
I need her to understand that even if she stops me right now, says she’s not ready, and we spend the rest of the night cuddling in this bed, too much has happened.
Things will never be the same between us.
I cannot go back to the way they were before I kissed her sweet lips.
“I’ve had a taste of you. I know how you feel in my hands.
I’ll never survive if I can’t worship you every day for the rest of my life and every life after. ”
Winter’s eyes gloss with heat, lips parting like she’s trying to concentrate enough to get out whatever she wants to say to me.
She says, “I want us to be like this, Tristan. I want to hold your hand in public. Not just you holding my wrist to keep me close. I want to kiss you goodbye and hello, and I still want you to pop up wherever I am, but you won’t need the excuse of keeping me safe.
I want everyone to know that I fully belong to you, because I do. I have. I always have.”
I’m not prepared for the choked whimper that leaves my throat, but it makes her smile softly at me, stroking my cheek. Winter is giving herself over to me, and the very thought alone rips me wide open.
I will kiss her good morning and goodnight every fucking day. I will hold her hand any chance I get, and you better believe every motherfucker on this planet is going to know who this girl belongs to.
I kiss down her sternum, soft, reverent, then lower, trailing along the delicate line of her ribs. Her belly flutters under my lips when I kiss her there, and my hands hook onto her thighs, parting them in the most delicious motion. I’ll replay it over and over, because she’s a fucking goddess.
I freeze, my breath catching, and my cock jerks painfully because…FUCK. She’s spread out before me, back arched, legs parted, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I groan, falling forward, and bury my face between her thighs.
The first taste of her smooth, warm skin makes me dizzy, salty-sweet, perfect.
I lick up her pussy, tongue circling her clit just like I read about, and it works.
Winter cries out, fingers diving into my hair, tugging hard enough to make my hips jerk forward.
Something primal inside me snaps. I want to be inside of her.
I want to fuck my hips into her, stretch her with my cock and fill her with every drop of my cum.
I eat her like a starving man, gripping her thighs hard enough I know it’ll leave marks.
“Fuck…I’m sorry, baby,” I pant, pulling back for half a second, realizing how tight my fingers are digging into her soft skin.
Her hips roll up, desperate, her voice breaking as she says, “I like it. Mark me, Tristan. I want to see your fingerprints on me in the morning. I want to look at my skin and remember everything you gave me tonight.”
I groan against her pussy, my dick twitching, pre-come wetting the sheet below me. “Christ, you’re going to kill me.”
I shove her thighs back, folding her in half so I can get closer, get deeper. I do what she asks, because fuck if I don’t want to see my marks on her. I want to wake up in the morning and run my tongue all over them before I fuck her for another round.
My tongue dips inside my girl’s tight hole, and my chest aches because right now, the need to claim her, to bury myself inside what’s only mine, is consuming everything.
I move up to suck her clit hard, flicking my tongue until she’s writhing. My hand slips down, and I finally slide a finger into her wet heat, then another, curling them until she cries out. Her nails claw at my scalp, pulling, urging me on.
She could rip every strand of hair out of my head, and I wouldn’t stop. She’s going to come on my face or I’m going to die trying to make it happen.
“Tristan—” Her voice cracks, desperate. She’s close, I can sense it.
I lift my eyes, lock on hers, my voice breaking as I beg, “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you. Please.”
Winter’s whole body tenses, her thighs quiver around my face, and then she shatters.
She cries my name as her orgasm rips through her, convulsing so beautifully under me I want to burn the memory into my skin.
Her release floods my tongue, and the sight, the feel of her falling apart for me, is enough to send me over the edge right along with her.
I grind my hips down against the mattress, groaning into her pussy as I come undone without her even touching me. My cock throbs helplessly as I spill, wrecked just from tasting her.
My girl is still trembling beneath me, the taste of her slick on my tongue, her thighs quivering against my shoulders.
I climb up her body, kissing her stomach, her ribs, her chest, slowly and so reverently until I’m back at her mouth.
She’s gasping, pupils blown wide, lips swollen, and I kiss her like I’ll never survive without her.
We both know I won’t.
I hover above her on one arm, forehead pressed to hers, and reach down to stroke my cock with my other hand.
I’ve just come minutes ago, but I want her so much, I’ve waited so long, thought about this moment for what seems like forever.
I’m so hard and aching, the tip twitching against her belly.
The need to be inside her is tearing me apart, but fear claws at me just as hard.
My voice is rough when I whisper, “I don’t want to hurt you.
I can’t. If I hurt you again, I’ll never forgive myself. ”
Winter’s hands frame my face, eyes locking onto mine with a certainty I don’t deserve.
“You won’t,” she breathes. “I want this, Tristan. I want you. ” She swallows, her voice breaking on an emotion that hits me in the chest. I feel my eyes water, and they burn.
“No one else could ever give me what you do. It’s only you. It’s always been you.”
Something inside me unravels. My lips crash into hers, desperate, raw, and I kiss her until I can’t breathe, until I believe everything she’s saying to me right now.
She pulls me closer, whispering against my mouth, “Please. I need to feel you inside of me.”
And that’s it. The last fragile thread of my restraint snaps. I line myself up against her, trembling with the need to bury myself so deep inside her she’ll never forget me.
Everything in me is stretched taut like a wire, until the head of my dick teases that wet, hot opening.
One inch, and then two. I fucking need more.
I need to bottom out inside of her, but I know I’ve got to take this slow.
I press in just a little more, but it feels like fucking heaven.
She gasps and tightens around me. Winter’s pussy feels like the softest velvet and it’s impossibly tight.
I crave more of all of this, especially the shudder of her breath and the slick slide of my skin into hers.
I can’t help the sound that tears out of me. It’s raw, animal. “Mine!” I groan, my mouth crushing to her throat, my hot breath dragging over the place my lips had claimed earlier. “You’re mine now.”
Winter’s nails rake down my back, hard enough to leave a mark and I hope they fucking do. She rasps, “I’ve always been yours, Tristan. Always from day one.”
“Fuck.” The word is a promise and a curse. I lick the curve of her neck as I sink another inch. She feels so delicate under me, so ridiculously perfect, her thighs spread and back arched for me. God. Her pussy clamps, trying to pull me deeper, and I think I’ll die on the spot.
She sucks in a sharp breath like she feels the torture that I do right now.
She wants me deeper, and she knows I’m holding back.
“I don’t want you to be careful. You have been so careful with me, Tristan.
With my body, with my heart, with my feelings.
I need your passion. I need you. Fuck me like I’m yours. ”
It’s not a conscious decision on my part, but her words break the last of my restraint cleanly. Everything that is me…all the built walls, the plans, the fear of hurting her…slides away in a flood of want and need.
I don’t pull back. I drive, slow and deep, filling her inch by inch until I’m buried to the root. Her mouth opens on a cry, and my name comes out like a benediction. On instinct, I cover her pretty mouth with my hand, and her eyes pop open to stare into my soul.
“Eyes on me, dushen’ka. I want your eyes on me, and my name in your mouth. You can close your eyes when you’re sleeping, but right now, while I’m fucking your pretty little pussy, they belong on me.”
Winter nods, watching me in a way that makes my chest ache. She’s purely innocent and decidedly filthy all at once.
I remove my hand, and her eyes never leave me.
I take, and I give. I press my mouth to hers in the same motion as I thrust, tasting her, claiming her, kissing down the line of her jaw and back up until she’s breathless.
Winter’s hips buck up to meet mine, her hands claw at my shoulders, leaving small crescents of red that I know I’ll trace with my thumb in the morning.
I hear the whimpers, the sharp little gasps, the way she says my name like a prayer.
“I’m going to come for you,” I breathe into her mouth, the words ragged. “But I want you to come again. Please let me make you come again. I want to feel you come apart on my cock, baby.”
Winter moans, arching hard, “You need to pull out, I’m not on—” she starts, breath ragged.
I slam in deeper, crushing all protest under the need in my body.
“Don’t say that,” I grind between thrusts.
“I will never pull out of your sweet little pussy, baby. You gave it to me. You gave yourself to me tonight. No take backs. I will only ever come inside you because that's where it belongs.” At one point, I was afraid that having children could hurt Winter in some way because of her family history. Her mother died giving birth to her, but she’s been to several doctors over the years who all said she wasn’t at risk.
I will always make sure she has the best of everything, and that includes the top doctors.
I will spend my life catering to her, because truly, that’s the only thing that makes me happy.
Winter makes me happy.
Her pussy tightens around me like a fist, and I feel it, the raw need, the closeness, the way her body reacts when I hit whatever tiny perfect spot that drives her wild.
“You like the idea of having my babies, just like I do, don’t you, baby?” I pant, forehead damp against hers, my hair falling into our eyes. “Even after everything, you like me to be in control. You want me to make you feel good.”
She nods, eyes rolling up, voice a slurry moan, “Yes. God, yes. I do, Tristan. I love when you take control.”
“You’re so wet and tight,” I choke out, praising her. “You own my cock, you know that? You own me. I’d give my fucking life just to make you smile. I need you to know…”
Words snag in me because the inside of her pussy is doing things to me I didn’t think possible. Her muscles flutter, so hot and needy. She’s close. I feel it in each clench, each small clamor of her body against mine.
Winter’s hips pitch up, she claws my back, and the moans slip out that sounds a lot like my name.
The sight of her, so beautiful and wrecked under me, unravels whatever’s left of my control.
I want to hear her gasps, to memorize the sound, and she answers with a keening cry that rolls straight into the place inside me that breaks for us.
I won’t ever forget any of this night. The way her mouth parts, the dark shine in her eyes, the small noises that are only meant for me. Her whole body shivers, muscles trembling, spilling over in a shuddering, gorgeous mess.
That sight, the love of my fucking life coming apart for me, does me in.
My toes curl, everything in me combusts, and I come inside of my girl with a guttural groan, filling her with everything I have.
Hot and overflowing, my thrusts stutter as the edge takes me and pulls me over.
I bury my face in the hollow of her throat, my body shaking, and I swear against her skin softly, so broken and finally whole all at the same time.
Winter and I ride the aftershocks of our orgasms together, her chest heaving under mine, my arms heavy trying not to crush her with my much larger body. My cock throbs inside of her, warm and spent, but nowhere near ready to leave her warmth.
I want to tell her how much I love her, have always loved her, but I don’t want to cheapen what we just shared by words that anyone can say. When I tell her, it’ll be our way, it’ll be special.
It’ll be us .