Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Cree’s heart was practically beating out of her chest as Tristan took his time unbuttoning her shirt, while at the same time he grazed his lips along the length of her neck, kissing and sucking. No doubt leaving a few love marks along the way.
How he managed to multi-task with such precision was a mystery to her, but she loved it. She loved everything about this moment, and she knew when they finally came together, it would be good. Better than good. Tristan never did anything half-ass, and she doubted that had changed.
Squirming under his touch, feeling his heat radiating off him, she fumbled with his belt buckle as if she had never unfastened one before. The man had her breathing erratically, her hands shaking, and her pulse pounding in her ears, and they hadn’t even made it to the bed yet.
When Tristan finished with her shirt, he started sliding it down her arms, then tossed it to the floor. All the while his lips caressed her cheek, then worked their way down to the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat, and he continued to her shoulders, peppering kisses against her skin.
Cree was on fire. She was burning up everywhere he touched causing heat to soar through her veins like a match, igniting a flame through her body.
It was already clear he planned to take his time, but her impatience had her squirming against him.
As if sensing she was about ready to leap out of her skin, Tristan’s strong arm went around her waist, and he crushed her to him.
His lips met hers in a searing kiss that had her about ready to lose her mind.
He had always been wickedly skilled with his mouth, and that hadn’t changed either. The man already had her moaning in pleasure, silently begging for more as their kiss built in its intensity.
“Oh yes,” she murmured against his mouth.
She cupped his face between her hands and deepened their connection while delighting on every lap of his tongue.
Her chest heaved. Her heart beat double-timed, and her self-control was quickly dwindling.
She wanted them naked and in bed, and though she loved a little foreplay as much as the next person, she couldn’t take much more.
Tristan might not be in a hurry, but her body was vibrating with desire, and she was tempted to take matters into her own hands. She needed him to touch her everywhere, then make her come over and over again… like now.
She jerked her mouth from his, her breaths coming in short spurts. “Take your clothes off,” she said and reached for the zipper on the side of her hip to undo her skirt but stopped when she realized Tristan wasn’t moving.
“What?” she said. “I’ve been waiting a long time to be intimate with you again, and I want you… now. Hurry up.”
His low chuckle filled the quietness in the room, and Cree lowered her head to hide her smile. She tugged down the zipper of her skirt, letting the garment puddle around her ankles. Next went her socks, leaving her in a white lace bra and pantie set.
“Still as bossy as hell, but I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Tristan said, and when Cree looked up, the only thing that remained on him were gray boxer briefs.
Have. Mercy.
He stood before her like a Nubian god with rippling muscles everywhere she looked. The elaborate tattoos she had spied on his arms days ago stood out even more, and they blended well with his bad boy physique. From his biceps and his muscular chest down to his washboard abs, the man was perfection.
As her attention went lower, she squeezed her legs together to help tamp down the throbbing pulse between her thighs. He definitely knew how to fill a pair of briefs, and his thick erection wanted out.
“Damn, baby. I didn’t think you could get any sexier,” Tristan said, speaking the exact words she was thinking about him. He moved closer and ran the back of his fingers over the lace on her bra. “But clearly I was wrong.”
Without another word, he bent slightly and gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her into the air. Cree couldn’t stop herself from laughing. The man was ridiculously strong, and he held her as if she was weightless.
When he didn’t immediately lay her on the bed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Then she kissed him. They kissed like they couldn’t get enough, and the hunger with every lap of his tongue had her thoughts spinning.
There were moments like now that she found it hard to believe she and Tristan were back in each other’s lives. It just didn’t seem real. It was like a fantasy come to life, and she wanted to experience it all. The kisses. The touches. The heavy breathing. The sweaty sex. She wanted it all.
By the time Tristan finally laid her on the bed, Cree knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come. She was already panting as she watched him remove a condom from his wallet and set the foil packet next to the pillow.
Cree made quick work of removing her bra and tossing it to the floor. Next, she scurried out of her panties and let them join the rest of her clothes, all before Tristan climbed onto the bed next to her.
“I want you inside of me,” she said breathlessly. He already had her so turned on she was struggling to get air into her lungs.
“I will—when I’m ready,” he said casually as his heated gaze traveled the length of her body from head to toe. “Damn,” he said, drawing out the word as he eased onto the bed without taking his eyes off her.
Cree reached for him, but Tristan wasn’t having it. He gathered her hands together and held them over her head, then smiled down at her, not caring that she was squirming.
“Clearly, some things haven’t changed. I didn’t let you rush me back then, and I sure as hell don’t plan on you rushing me now. Not when I haven’t had you in years. It’s been way too long, baby, and I’m taking my time getting reacquainted with what’s always been mine.”
And that’s what he did, he kissed her senseless while holding her wrists over head with one hand, while his other glided sensually down the center of her body. Cree bucked against his scorching touch, whimpering his name.
When his hand reached the apex between her thighs, he teased her with his fingers, gliding them in and out of her wetness before his mouth took their place.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, fisting the sheets on each side of her while he did wicked things to her.
Touching her, tasting her, he not only pushed her to the edge, but she felt as if she had tumbled over a cliff when her release rocked her to the core. Cree rode the waves of ecstasy until she could barely see straight.
Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod, she panted, struggling to catch her breath.
Her irregular breathing didn’t phase Tristan. At some point, he had shed his boxer brief and wasted no time sheathing himself. But not before Cree got a view of his impressive dick. The man was hung like a horse, and she couldn’t wait to ride him before the night was over.
But right now, he had other plans as he moved his large body between her thighs.
“So that we’re clear,” he said close to her mouth, “you’re mine.
” Then his demanding kiss left no room for discussion as his mouth moved over hers.
Pleasure radiated through her body as her emotions whirled, and her thoughts spun out of control.
As their tongues tangled, the head of his dick bumped against her opening, sending excitement racing through Cree’s veins. At this rate, she was prepared to agree to anything, especially when he slid into her, stretching her ever so gently as her body adjusted around him.
Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Her mind screamed as Tristan moved inside of her, reminding her how amazing they used to be together. It didn’t take long for her to catch his rhythm, and they moved in perfect sync.
He reached between them without missing a beat, and when the pad of his thumb made contact with her clit, Cree almost lost it. Her hips bucked against him as he drove into her, picking up speed with each thrust. But she wanted to feel even more of him.
The moment she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hand moved from between their bodies and he growled. Bracing both hands on the bed on either side of her head, his thrusts grew more demanding.
“Cree,” he ground out, and as expected, he drove into her like a madman.
He loved when her legs were around his waist, but he also hated the position because she drew him in deeper. She loved the feel of him filling her completely, but he usually lost control sooner than he preferred.
Passion rippled through her with each stroke, and as their bodies picked up speed, Tristan drove into her harder.
Feeling her release nearing, Cree’s fingers dug into the back of his shoulders as he drove into her faster. On the next thrust, she lost it. Her interior muscles gripped him tightly, and she screamed his name over and over as she rode out her release.
“Cree! Ahh, yessss!” Tristan growled before he collapsed on top of her.
With her arms wrapped around him, Cree held on to him while their erratic breathing filled the quietness in the room. They stayed locked together that way until they caught their breaths.
No words were spoken. None were needed as they basked in the aftermath of their lovemaking.