Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
TRISTAN
Girlfriend is the best word in the English language. I press kisses along my girlfriend’s jaw, slowly coasting kisses down the gentle curve of her neck. The vanilla smell of her perfume is strong around her collarbone, and I pause to inhale her. I’m so gone for this woman.
A gasp emits from Daphne as I nip at a peak on her collarbone. My fingers grip the scratchy, glittery fabric of her dress and tug it higher up her legs. I’ve been waiting to do this all night.
I sink onto my knees, ready to absolutely worship what’s hidden under the piles of fabric.
My hands skim up her thighs, pushing the material as it bunches around her waist, a glittery mess to frame those luscious thighs.
Her soft skin is like velvet under my hands, and finally, her dress is pushed up.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan. “You spent all night naked under this dress?”
Daphne nods as she parts her legs wider to give me a better view.
Her shaved pussy glistens in the soft light slipping into the room. Arousal coats her lips, and without waiting another goddamn second, I lean in and swipe my tongue over her.
I groan as she whimpers. Her taste coats my tongue, and I lick her again, the tip of my tongue parting those lips to devour her fully. The salty honey taste of her coats my lips, and I lap. I lick. I consume her.
My fists ball in her dress, because if I let go, I’ll float away into oblivion. Daphne’s pussy is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. Every drop of her is addicting, bringing me back for more. Her whimpers morph into moans.
I glance up between her heavenly thighs.
What. The Fuck.
Daphne’s eyes are shut, though her fingers find my hair, weaving through the strands and trying to find grip.
Absolutely not.
“Eyes on me, Princess. Don’t you dare look away.”
Daphne’s eyes flutter open, her face visibly straining to keep watching me against her instinct to shut her eyes and relax into the feeling. No relaxing. No, I want her—need her—to come undone. No toys. No knives. No barriers.
Just me. And my tongue. And my fingers. And my cock. My body will worship hers and break apart any resolve that might be hovering in the back of her mind. I will make sure my girlfriend never forgets tonight.
I dive back between her legs, licking her arousal and sucking on her clit until Daphne’s gasping and shaking over me. Her fingers scratch my scalp, and she holds on for dear life.
And I’m only getting started.
“Tristan,” she moans over me. “I’m so close.”
Oh, no. Not yet. I pull back.
Daphne’s chest heaves in heavy pants, her eyes going wide as she watches me lean away from her pussy.
“What?” Her confusion makes me chuckle.
I stand upright on shaky legs, then silently unbutton the jacket of my tuxedo. Slowly, I unbutton my pants.
Daphne watches me strip with her legs still parted. Her lipstick-smudged lips part as her anticipation builds. Her gaze is locked onto my groin.
Taking my time, I slide my hand under the waistband of my briefs and give my hard cock a gentle tug. I stroke it, letting her watch my hand move up and down over the shaft before I push the waistband down enough to free my cock and balls from the restraining fabric.
Daphne’s lips dart out, sliding along that pink lipstick.
“Want a taste?” I offer as my hand goes back to slowly stroking my cock.
As she nods, a drop of pre-cum glistens from the tip.
I step forward, and like a damn magnet, her lips wrap around the head of my cock.
Her tongue swirls over the head, and I’m sucked into the nirvana of her mouth.
Her tongue lashes and circles over me. Her lips glide lower with each stroke down my shaft.
I cup the back of her head as my girlfriend’s head bobs up and down. Her cheeks pucker in as she creates the most glorious sucking feeling against my cock.
Christ, I could come like this. Fill her mouth and make her show me before she swallows.
But not yet. We have all night.
My fingers wind into her soft curls still stiff with hairspray. I’m careful not to tug too hard on her hair as I keep her head still and shove my cock deeper.
Daphne gags, and I pull back.
But her hand wraps around me, and her fingernails dig into the fabric so hard that her nails bite against my ass.
“Show me what that mouth can do, Princess.”
Daphne grips me harder, and she tenses as she leans in.
Her lips disappear against the base of my cock as she goes still, struggling to keep it down before she chokes ever so slightly.
As she pulls back, I’m seeing bright lights behind my eyelids every time I fucking blink. Daphne’s hot tongue lashes the underside of my cock in quick strokes as she keeps me in her mouth, catching her breath around the swollen head.
“Again,” I tell her.
And again, she swallows me, more relaxed this time. She keeps it down longer, and my balls tighten. Heat builds at the base of my spine.
I force myself out of her talented mouth before I lose myself.
But she dives under my cock.
One of her hands releases my ass and circles around the head, pumping with her spit as lube.
Her tongue swipes between my balls.
I’m seeing shooting stars, and the sensations are overwhelming. Daphne’s tongue swirls over me, taking one ball into her mouth, then the other as her hand milks me.
“Eyes on me,” she mimics.
I laugh, and that breaks the spell her wicked tongue has over me.
I step out of her grasp before I lose myself to her.
Now I’m the one panting and on the edge of an orgasm.
And she knows it. She smirks at me. God, this woman has so much fucking power over me, and I’d give it to her again and again to see that self-satisfied grin on her face. She’s so damn pleased with herself that she’s shining in the dark.
Her thighs are still parted, and her arousal is dripping. A damp patch forms under her ass, that spot on her dress a few shades darker. I’m going to fuck her in that fancy dress—America’s princess defiled by the FBI’s most wanted.
We won’t be sleeping tonight. I can strip her and take my time with her later.
I kneel and grip the bottom fabric of her dress, shoving it up the backs of her legs. She plants her heels against the edge of the mattress and lifts her hips until the fabric is bunched up like a makeshift pillow under her hips. Finally, a use for all of that damn fabric hiding her pretty cunt.
“Condom?” I ask.
“I have an IUD. I’m clean. You?”
“Clean,” is all I can manage to say as I grab onto her ankles and lift them. Her shiny heels frame my face as her ankles rest against my collar.
I lean lower.
“Tristan.” The desperation in Daphne’s voice grips my heart like a fist and squeezes out every drop of blood. My name’s a prayer and a plea on her lips.
The underside of my cock slips against her warm pussy.
I press my lips to hers in a kiss I don’t ever want to end.
Her lips yield against mine, and our tongues tangle in desperation, both of us on the edge of something life-changing, earth-shattering, reality-bending.
Anticipation bubbles in my belly as my cock slips against her soft lips.
Her arousal coats me, preparing me to fuck her properly.
I press her back against the bed as her legs slide upward, her knees bending as she’s damn near folded in half.
Her pussy is bare and so open for me.
I could slide a finger in her. Or two. Hell, I’m sure I could fist her in this position if she were into that kind of thing. But I don’t.
I’m selfish, and I want to feel how hard her body grips me, how tight her pussy clenches against me as I fill her.
Tilting my hips backward, I position myself against her entrance.
Her blue eyes cloud with lust as she gazes at me in anticipation. Her body’s trembling under me as she waits for me to fill her. She’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever witnessed, and I’m unworthy of her. Unworthy of something so damn beautiful in my life.
“Daphne Fox,” I whisper against her lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to make you mine.” Because she is. After tonight, Daphne will be a part of me I can never remove. The marrow in my bones. The blood in my veins. A scar on my hell-bound soul.
I sink into her delicious heat, and she cries out as her hands grip my shoulders.
I rock against her, moving deeper with each slow thrust. An all-consuming pleasure ripples through me.
My brain’s short-circuiting as my lungs struggle to breathe.
Daphne’s body is pure heaven. She’s designed for me in a way that’s tattooed on my soul.
Her name echoes in the chambers of my heart, and I’m so gone for this woman.
I kiss her to stop myself from saying something stupid. My tongue dives between her parted lips to taste her moans as I slowly move my hips in that ancient rhythm.
Daphne whimpers as her fingernails dig into my back, the faint bite of pain heightening the pleasure. Her hips wiggle against me, silently begging me to pick up my pace.
I oblige and fuck her harder. My hips slam into her with each thrust.
Breaking our kiss, I straighten up, ignoring the dull ache in my knees against her hardwood floor as my hips keep pace.
Her legs relax, falling to either side of my hips.
“Tristan.” My name floods the air like music as her eyes flutter closed.
Her back arches against the bed. Her dress sparkles against her skin and, God, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my damn life.
I want to die with this image of Daphne in my mind—the wild, untamable woman I’ve fallen head over heels for, as lost to the night as I feel.
“That’s it, Love. Let go for me.”
Daphne’s muscles tense under my fingers as my hands trace down her luscious thighs, up to the back of her knees.
I lift her legs, resetting her until her ankles are on my shoulders again and her body’s splayed out before me like a feast. I devour the delicious sight of her, from her flushed cheeks to her wild tangle of curls framing her like a broken halo.