30 #2
I turn us again, so the shower sprays on my back, and with a tender hand between her shoulder blades, I bend her over. She braces her elbows on the wall and lays her head on them so I can still see her face. I move her wet hair and caress her cheek.
“You’re perfect,” I say .
“Fuck me, Tristan.”
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I make quick work of pulling them down. I take off her bra, too, for good measure, then take a step back to admire her. Demi, naked, dripping wet, and bent over for me.
I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I sure as hell know I’m not worthy.
Water trickles down the small of her back like an invitation. The way she’s arching shows off the bell curves of her hips and her round ass so well that I wish I had my camera to take a photo of her right now. She’s a work of art.
But she’s pressing her thighs together and writhing.
She wants me, maybe even needs me. And this girl will always ?get what she wants.
I nudge her feet apart. “Open for me, Demi.” When she does, I drag my hard cock against her clit and through her wetness, then tease her entrance with my tip. Her eyelids flutter, and she bites her lip as I sink into her.
Pleasure rockets up my spine, making my head fall back, and a long, low groan erupts from my throat. Her cunt is choking my cock, and I have to stay still for a moment inside of her to regain my composure, to keep from losing it already.
Letting out a slow, stabilizing breath, I run both hands down the expanse of her back, following her curves, reveling in the rise of her ribs under my fingertips, the dip of her waist in my palms. Then I grip her hips, eyes glued to her face, and drive my cock into her as deep as it will go .
“I’ve never felt anything as good as your pretty cunt,” I say.
Her face contorts in the most beautiful way, her back arches. I reach around and press my fingers to her clit again, the way I know she likes. With my other hand, I grip her hip hard and start fucking her like it’s the end of the world.
Last night I wasn’t gentle, but I was tender with her. Now… now I know she can take me. Now I give her everything I’ve got and then some. Her pussy flutters around me as I stroke her clit and pound into it over and over.
I bend forward and press a kiss to her shoulder. “I need you to let me know if it’s too much,” I say through clenched teeth.
Demi shakes her head, cheeks flushed. “It’s not too much. More. Give me more.”
Fuck.
I give her what she wants: more, all of it, all of me.
Every ounce of the pent-up longing I’ve held for her since she walked through my front door.
Those nights spent listening to her find her pleasure alone.
Watching her walk around the house, barely dressed.
The arduous hours I’ve spent imagining being inside of her.
I unleash all of it on her pretty body, and she takes me so well.
Strings of slurred obscenities roll off her tongue like music, accented here and there with the gasp of my name. My fingers on her clit move faster, and I can feel how close she’s getting, the way she’s clenching and pulsing around me.
“I can feel you. Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you. Come on,” I urge.
“Tristan… ”
“Come on this cock, Demi.”
Her body tenses. Her breathing hitches, nearly stops, then opens up in a shaky cry as her orgasm comes into full bloom.
The look on her gorgeous face is agony and ecstasy: mouth open, eyes clenched shut.
She weakens as the feeling crests in her, and I wrap my free arm around her, palm flat between the valley of her breasts, holding her to me so she won’t fall.
My other hand doesn’t stop drawing pleasure from her clit. My hips don’t stop railing into her.
I will never get over the miracle of giving her pleasure.
Soon, the waves die down to aftershocks, and Demi comes back to herself to open her eyes. She looks over her shoulder at me with a knowing grin and says, “Your turn.”
Demi takes my hand and places it on the length of her hair, then braces herself with her hands on the wall instead of her elbows.
“Ruin me, Tristan.”
Jesus Christ.
I wrap her wet hair gently around my hand and give it a soft tug.
It pulls her head back a little, arching her back even more— the angle is destructive, obliterating, I think I’m deeper than I’ve ever been.
My rhythm becomes desperate. I’m close, I’m close, and then I’m there.
With her hair around my fist, my cock buried deep inside her, I come so hard I see stars.
As I empty myself, every hollow place in me fills up with feeling for Demi St. James. I know I had it bad for her when I was a ghost, but now that I’m alive again and can feel her and be with her, it’s a whole other story .
Once I’ve recovered, I pull Demi close and turn her toward me.
I take her face in my hands and look into her crystal blue eyes, seeing the universe in them, knowing she is where I begin and where I end.
I want to say all of this to her. I want to tell her that she’s it for me.
That I am, without any hesitation, so very in love with her.
Instead, I reel myself in and settle for, “Thank you,” and give her a kiss that I hope speaks all my feelings to her in silence.