55. Chapter Fifty-Five
Neither of us speak the entire flight back to his house. I’m consumed with imagining giving him the greatest pleasure he’s ever known. Erasing every name he burned tonight.
And the way he dominated North? Be still my beating, aching, in-love heart.
Once he lands, we can’t get into his apartment fast enough. The moment the door closes, I’m leaping into his arms, desperately grappling with his shirt.
He laughs against my mouth. “Firefly, I’m wearing both you and the shirt. Lean back.”
Engaging my abs, I lean back while he uses both hands to rip the shirt to pieces. Then he’s re-gathering me, hands roving everywhere. My body's already glowing from the heat building, lighting up the dark living room.
“Take me to the bedroom,” I demand. He chuckles, obeying immediately.
My core clenches, desperate for him to fill me.
When we’re in the room, he tosses me on the bed, already unbuckling his belt.
I take off my shirt and throw it at him.
He catches it with one hand with a smirk, dropping it on the floor.
Wearing those boxer briefs that make his ass look incredible, he points at my shorts. “Take those off.”
He eyes my black lace underwear as I wriggle out of them. When he licks his lips, desire shoots down to my core so hard, I moan from the intensity. His hand rubs the hidden erection, thick and ohmygoddess, I want him so bad.
Crawling across the mattress on all fours, his focus on my ass the whole time, I purr, “Can I have a taste?”
His hand freezes. Trinte looks down at me, chest heaving. His throat bobs. “You’ll stop if I ask?”
I can’t help it — I laugh. “Of course, baby. You tell me when it’s enough.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gently move his hand away from the bulge. Tucking my fingers into the tops of the boxer briefs, I look up. “Is this okay?”
He nods. I pull them down halfway until his glorious cock springs free. I’ve seen it a few times this past week, during our heavy petting situations, but this close? All I can say is that it’s a very nice example of its ilk. Not too long and just thick enough to present a good challenge.
Licking my lips, I look up again. “This okay?”
When he nods again, I wrap a hand tentatively around his girth, watching his expression.
So far, so good. I stick out my tongue, mouth already watering in anticipation.
His gaze darkens, homed in on my every movement.
Placing the swollen head on my tongue, I pause.
His breathing intensifies, but he gives no sign of discomfort.
Running my tongue along the underside, I savor the taste of him. But I want more, so as I swipe my tongue back up, I insert the head into my mouth, immediately sucking.
“Good sweet goddesses fucking goddess,” he curses, bowing forward, almost falling on top of me. I grin, working the tip with my mouth.
I hum, taking him deeper, loving the way he jerks and swears. But when I bring a hand up to intensify it, he freezes. I do the same, letting go.
“Are you okay?” I say, breathless.
I can tell by his expression he’s not quite here with me. Warring memories flicker across his face; he closes his eyes. I take a hand and wait patiently.
When his eyes open again, they’re clear. His voice is rough as he says, “Keep going.”
“With the hand?”
“Yes.”
So I resume working him with the tightness I know he likes. Almost immediately, he’s panting and cursing again. When I take it as far down my throat as possible, he looks at me like I’m a goddess.
It’s a surprise when he taps my shoulder; I’m so consumed with pleasuring him. Mouth full, I look up. He’s gazing at me with a mix of adoration and lust.
“Kyrielle, I don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside you.”
If I thought there was an inferno of desire existing inside me, I was sadly mistaken. Because that one sentence incinerates my insides in the most delectable of ways.
With a playful popping sound, I release his cock. “I’m ready for you to make me yours.”
“Fuuuuck,” he says slowly, pushing the boxer briefs off entirely. I shift, taking my bra off in the process, leaving my underwear on.
Falling on top of me, cradling my head with forearms, he kisses me.
It’s slow and cherishing. His weight settles between my thighs, the hardness pressing into my center, teasing me beyond sanity.
My hips move of their own accord, desperate for friction.
When he begins to move, I groan into his mouth.
I can barely breathe from the way my lungs burn and heart pounds. When the kiss breaks, he nuzzles my nose. “Condom or no condom?”
The last time, we used a condom. But I’m confident he’s my forever and I take the preventative tonic every week. “No condom, if you want.”
He grins. “You can have another one of my firsts, then.”
I giggle. “Me, too.”
At that, his expression heats. “No one, ever?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
“By any of the goddesses, let me inside,” he snarls, rearing back. In a flash, he’s torn my underwear like it’s a piece of paper.
I gasp. Fully bared, I let him look his fill. The lust on his face from moments before shifts into reverence. He resettles, leaving us skin to skin. Trinte’s body trembles; from restraint or need, I’m not sure. His eyes scan my face as one of his hands cups my cheek.
“I love you, Kyrielle.”
Tears prick my eyes at the gentle way he cherishes me. “I love you, too, Trinte.”
His hips lift, and he’s pressing against my entrance. My eyes flutter closed, all of my focus on the sensation of him sliding into my body, filling me. It has to be done inch by agonizing, thick inch.
He lets out the most devastating groan of pleasure, pressing into me to the hilt. We lay there like that for a moment, reveling in the moment.
Our ragged breaths mingle as we hold eye contact, like we’ve silently agreed that this moment is more than sex. It’s an acknowledgement; an agreement. After spending our too-long-lives apart, we’re finally joined in all the ways that matter most.
When he moves, pleasure like I’ve never experienced cascades over my senses.
Trinte is clearly determined to draw out this moment, with slow, torturous strokes that stoke the fire blooming in my belly.
Our joining feels divine in a way I could have never expected.
When we fucked in the bathroom, it was so much less than this. Like a candle compared to a pyre.
Trinte presses warm lips to mine, exploring my mouth with lazy tongue swipes. My hands trail along his arms, raising my hips to meet each thrust.
One of his hands comes to my ass, lifting it for a better, deeper angle. I moan, tilting my pelvis further, wanting him so deep, he’s fucking my soul.
“I need more, Trinte,” I mewl into the shell of his ear, giving it a nip.
The pace increases, incrementally at first. Trinte watches my face as his thrusts become more demanding.
Shifting to lean on his other arm, Trinte looks down to where we’re joined.
His hair falls to the side, creating an intimate curtain, containing his tiny, breathy moans.
The sound increases the orgasm coiling in my center.
After one long, sensual kiss, Trinte sits up, still inside me. To encourage the unleashing I’ve been aching to witness, I growl, “Make me yours, Trinte. Erase everyone else.”
Eyes flaring from the challenge, his big hands lift my hips, allowing him to piston straight into my pussy.
His focus on our joining twists his expression into something greedy; animalistic.
Chasing the orgasm, I bring fingers to my clit, moving them in a way that makes my eyes roll back.
It encourages him to pound into me harder, grunting with each debilitating thrust.
“Cum for me, Firefly,” he demands through gritted teeth. The urge to please him is overwhelming.
My breaths shift to gasps as the tension builds.
Trinte is fucking me so hard, all I can do is let him handle my body the way he needs.
When my eyes open, I moan at the way he watches my face.
I’ve never seen an expression holding both lust and love, but the way he stares down at me peels apart the remaining amount of control.
I let out a roaring scream as the orgasm rips apart my reality.
“So fucking good,” he snarls, rutting so hard, I know I’ll be sore later. With one final, punishing slam into my body, he releases a guttural groan, not unlike a beast reaching completion.
I instantly need more of him.
We hold each other's gaze, trying to catch our breaths. Sweat dapples his body, dripping from his chin. Trinte looks me over. “You alright?”
“I’ve never been more alright in my life,” I joke, but it’s the complete truth.
He flashes a satisfied smile. With a small grimace of regret, he lowers my hips, separating our bodies. The need for an immediate round two increases. Trinte stares down at my pussy, mesmerized.
“I really fucking like that,” he rumbles.
Sitting up, I try to see what he’s seeing. “Like what?”
“My cum dripping out of your wet pussy,” he says, matter-of-factly. His expression lights up. “Can I do that every day?”
I laugh. “I mean, if you want to.”
“I absolutely do,” he growls, trying to shove back in whatever is coming out.
I giggle and shake my hips. “I’m ready for more whenever you are.”
Trinte looks down at his cock; I’m shocked to see it already perking up. Cocking his head, he asks, “Do you need anything? Water? Bathroom? Food?” I shake my head. He smirks, stroking himself. “Hold on, Firefly. I have a point to prove.”