5. Chapter Five Tristan
Ilet the water wash over me as I stepped into the shower. She leaned back against the tiled wall, watching me with those mesmerizing hazel eyes. Her short, dark hair was plastered to her skull, droplets of water cascading down her face and onto her bare shoulders. God, she was beautiful.
“Come here,” I urged her, my voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated only for a moment before crossing the small space between us. Our bodies met under the hot spray, and I felt her tremble against me.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, our soaking bodies slipping against one another. “Tell me,” I began, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face, “what’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours.”
She bit her lip and looked at me with those expressive eyes that were so damn easy to drown in. “Just...trying to make sense of everything,” she admitted. Her gaze dropped to the wet tiles below us, and there was a vulnerability in her posture that made me want to protect her from all the world’s evils.
“Well,” I said, lifting her chin with my finger so she was looking at me again. “Maybe we can try to make sense of it together. Or maybe you don’t need to make sense of anything right now.”
Her eyes searched mine for a long moment before she finally nodded, leaning into my touch. “Okay,” she whispered. Her agreement was soft, quiet, but to me it rang as loud as a church bell, echoing through the steam-filled air around us.
Our lips met then, a mingling of warmth and want that never failed to set my pulse racing. Her hands clung to me, fingers digging into the muscles of my back while I held her close, the taste of her a searing brand on my tongue.
I pulled away from her and kissed down her neck, down her collarbone, down to her chest. She let out a soft moan, her hands tightening in my hair as she arched against me. I kissed and nipped at her sensitive skin, the taste of her intoxicating and exhilarating all at once.
Her body responded in kind, a flurry of movements as her fingers explored the planes and contours of my back, tracing patterns that sent shivers down my spine. The world fell away, reduced to nothing more than the sound of water hitting tiles, our labored breaths, and the intoxicating sound of Adriana’s soft gasps and sighs.
Every inch of her was searing hot under my lips, my hands. I savored each quiver and gasp she made, capturing them with fervor and need that was both raw and primal.
My hands roamed her body, memorizing the feel of her skin against mine. Her slight tremors encouraged me as I lingered on her sensitive spots, taking satisfaction in the way she gasped and moaned at my touch. She tensed as my hand slipped further down, and I felt her grip tighten on my shoulders.
I rested my hands on her hips, pulling her closer as my lips made a trail lower down her body. Her grip on me tightened, anticipating what was to come.
I got to my knees and pressed my lips to her inner thighs, taking in the shuddering breath she sucked in. As I continued my torturous exploration, Adriana’s hands found my hair, her fingertips grazing my scalp with an urgency that was a direct reflection of her own desire. Each shudder sent a jolt of satisfaction through me, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy shared between us.
Adriana’s back arched off the wall as I made good on my promise. Her cries echoed off the bathroom tiles as I lavished attention where she needed it most. We were trapped in our world, oblivious to the problems that awaited outside this steamy sanctuary.
I slowly licked toward her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. I took my time, letting my tongue explore every inch of her, the taste of her intoxicating me. Her fingers were in my hair, guiding me, her sharp intakes of breath and soft moans spurring me on. She writhed against the cool tiles, her hips bucking as I lavished her with attention, her body growing tauter with each passing moment.
The intensity of her gasps and the hot water coming from the showerhead was making it difficult for me to breathe, but I didn’t mind it one bit. The intoxicating scent of Adriana, mixed with the steam and hot water, was far better than any breath of fresh air. Her legs were beginning to tremble, and I supported her with my arms wrapped around her thighs to prevent her from collapsing.
Sensing her impending climax, I added pressure, my tongue moving with a steady rhythm that could rival the drumbeat of our accelerating hearts. I felt her muscles clench around me. Her grip around my hair tightened as her muscles tensed and she threw her head back, my name falling from her lips.
Her voice echoed off the tiles, ricocheting around us in a symphony of pleasure I’d elicited. A rush of power pulsed through me at the sound, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. I didn’t stop until she was gasping for air, her fingers loosening in my hair as her body relented to the waves of pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Adriana said.
Her voice was going to drive me insane. “Are you ready for more, Ade?”
“Fuck,” Adriana answered.
I continued to pleasure her, lavishing attention on her sensitive flesh even as her body twitched and trembled in its aftermath. The sight of her – shattered, sated, beautiful – was a sight that I could never get enough of.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally pulled away, standing up and urgently pulling her against me once more. Her arms went around my neck immediately, her eyelashes fluttering as she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her gaze was slightly unfocused but filled with desire and affection, causing my heart to lurch in my chest.
“Bed,” I murmured against her lips, stealing another quick kiss before reaching for the shower knob and turning off the water. She nodded, a small smile playing on her flushed cheeks as I wrapped a towel around her body before picking her up bridal style.
Her arms instinctively looped around my neck as I carried her towards the bed, her body warm and pliant against mine. My heart pounded in my chest, the taste of her still lingering on my lips.
I gently laid her down on the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast against her heated skin. She watched me with half-lidded eyes, her chest heaving with each shallow breath she took. The sight of her flushed and spent from our previous activities stirred an insatiable hunger within me that had little to do with physical desire. Well, some.
“Breathe, Ade,” I said softly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her forehead. “You want more?”
“From you? Always,” she said.
God, I loved this woman.
I kissed her once more, with a hunger that was as ravenous as ever. With every second that passed, my desire for her only grew stronger.
I slid my fingers down toward her pussy, pressing my thumb on her clit and sliding two fingers inside of her.
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer, her fingers digging into my back. The feeling of her skin against mine was pure heaven. Her breath hitched in her throat as I started to move—slow at first, then gradually picking up pace.
Her body arched under my touch, her gasps and moans a sweet melody that played to the rhythm of our shared desire. She was so responsive, so alive beneath me. Every moan, every shiver, every gasp stoked the fire burning within me.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as she clung to me. Her breaths were coming out in short pants now, her chest heaving as she tried to keep up with the pace I had set.
I kept my movements slow and deliberate, wanting to draw this moment out for as long as possible. I reveled in the way her body reacted to mine, savored each gasp and cry of pleasure that fell from her lips.
“Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating against her skin. I nuzzled my nose into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of her arousal and soap from the shower.
“Are you sure?” I teased her as I slid my fingers out of her and up to my lips, tasting her sweetness. She shivered beneath me and bucked her hips subtly, seeking more contact.
“Yes,” she said again, this time with more force as she pressed herself against me. “Fuck me, Tristan.”
Who was I to deny such a plea?
I pressed my body against hers, sliding myself against her wet skin in an intoxicating rhythm. I slid my fingers out of her and the tip of my cock brushed against her entrance, teasing her before I plunged inside of her. A shiver ran through her at the contact, and she clung to me with a fervor that was intoxicating.
Her gasp of pleasure echoed through the room as I filled her completely. “Tristan,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her warmth. Each thrust elicited a soft whimper from her, the sound so intoxicating I almost lost control then and there.
“Hold on to me,” I groaned into her ear, finding leverage in the firm grip she had on me. Her body was shaking under me, each tremor of muscle pushing me closer to the edge. The tension built up in my lower belly until it was almost unbearable.
But I wasn’t ready to let go, not yet. Not until she was shattered and sated once more. I drew back, only to plunge deep within her again, a rhythm that had become our own private dance. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, urging me on.
“Tristan,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as her body tensed beneath mine. Sensing her nearing climax, I reached down to tease her clit with my thumb, the dual stimulation pushing her over the edge.
Her climax hit like a tsunami, crashing into us with an intensity that left me breathless. Her inner muscles clenched around me as a wave of pleasure rolled through her body. The sight of her in such ecstasy was my undoing. I fucked her a little harder, a little faster, until the pressure building within me reached its apex.
“Tristan,” she panted, her fingers digging into my back as she rode out her orgasm. I followed suit, the feel of her clenching around me coaxing my release. “Oh, God... Tristan.”
With a final deep thrust, I spilled into her, my body convulsing with pleasure.
After a moment of blissful stillness, with our bodies entwined and hearts racing, we slowly came back to reality. I slid out of her and rolled onto my back, taking her with me so she lay sprawled across my chest. Her breath was hot against my skin, her body still quivering gently from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
The adrenaline from earlier had worn off and a deep exhaustion seemed to seep into our bones. Eyes closed, we lay there, bodies damp and tangled, basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Her head nestled into the crook of my neck, her breaths steady and even, lulling me into a sense of tranquility. I tightened my hold around her waist, relishing the softness of her skin against mine.
In this moment, everything felt right. A strange calm lurked in the aftermath of our passion, like the eye of a storm, quiet yet brimming with potential energy.
“Tristan?” she murmured against my chest after a while.
“Hmm?” I replied, tracing lazy patterns on her back with my fingers.
“We need to talk.”