CHAPTER 7 #3
“That’s how bad I want this; how bad I want you. And I don’t want you to be scared or nervous. All of the things you’ve been saying you want to do to me, I want you to do them. Don’t hold back. I want all of it.”
A surge of adrenaline, lust, and what he undoubtedly knew was love, pulsed through his body, and in an instant, she was on her back on his bed.
She giggled through the whiplash of being thrown onto the bed so unexpectedly, loving every minute of it.
She sobered up quickly when she opened her eyes and saw his large body looming over hers. It was exciting, intimidating, and so damn sexy.
She watched as he peeled off his dress shirt before grabbing the back of the white undershirt and pulling it over his head, revealing his chest and abdomen – so solid and broad and covered in a layer of soft hair that made her clit pulse so strongly she let out an uncontrolled moan.
He smiled and finally let his eyes lazily survey her body.
She was naked besides the little white lace panties that she was still wearing, and his mouth watered at the sight of her.
Her body was long and lean with a sweet little dip in her waist giving her a perfect hourglass figure despite the length of her body.
Her breasts were perky and supple; the perfect size and shape for how slim her body was, and her nipples were the sweetest shade of pink he had ever seen, and he could no longer hold himself back from leaning down and gathering one of the hardened nipples into his mouth.
She gasped and arched against him, surprised by how much sensation she felt from the gentle motions of his tongue. He eagerly ran his tongue all along her breasts and nipples, alternating between sucking and licking, making her squirm beneath him.
She began arching her hips up towards him, silently begging for more, which made him smile against her skin.
He brought a teasing hand closer to her center without actually touching her, and she began to thrash her head back and forth against his pillow.
Her core was beginning to ache; the heat and slickness of her arousal making the absence of his touch damn near unbearable.
Right as she was about to beg for more, he broke away from her chest and expertly slid her panties down her long legs in one swift motion before grabbing a knee in each hand and pushing her legs wide open.
She felt her legs resist, even though she knew she didn’t want to, but she had never been exposed to someone before, and her tricky little brain began to taunt her with images of how many girls he had seen naked.
“Let me see you Tessa,” he said as he began to lower to his knees, holding the most intense eye contact she had ever experienced.
She willed her legs to open as wide as she could get them, battling against the insecurities shouting in her brain.
But she watched as Tristan’s eyes broke from hers to linger on her bare pussy before him, and the look in his eyes turned from gentle and wistful, to pure lust and animalistic need.
The look in his eyes was thrilling, and she wanted to do anything she possibly could tonight to keep that look in his eyes.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispered, looking back up at her. “Has any guy ever seen your pussy like this?”
She shook her head before letting out a soft “no”, and she watched in amazement as a low growl escaped his mouth and he wrapped his lips around her clit.
She cried out in pleasure, tears nearly spilling from her eyes at what she was feeling and experiencing.
He pulled from her clit and let his tongue run lazy circles over the soft flesh of her opening, taking his time to feel and taste every single inch of her lips, dipping into her obscenely wet opening, back up to her clit, before using his fingers to gently pull her delicate and soft pussy lips apart in order to get better access to her clit that was becoming more swollen by the second.
“I knew you would taste this good,” he whispered against her, letting his nose settle against the soft blonde hair that lightly adorned her pubic bone.
“Trist,” she whispered, not sure how she was able to find her voice. Her legs were shaking, her nipples hard and taut, her clit throbbing against his warm, wet tongue.
He slipped two fingers inside of her, pleased to feel how open and soft and wet she was for him. Hopefully after her orgasm she would be open enough for him to slip inside of her tight walls.
He moaned against her as her hips began to buck wildly and she began to ride his face.
She had no idea who she was turning into, but her voice was loud and unsteady as she moaned his name.
The sounds of his wet mouth against her wet opening were so far the dirtiest and most erotic thing she had ever heard, and the sound alone brought her so deliciously close to her climax, and he could feel it.
He could feel her tightening around his fingers, could feel how swollen her clit was, and could hear her moans get louder and breath get quicker.
“Taste so good baby,” he whispered against her, reaching his hand down to unzip his pants and free his cock which was painfully hard at this point.
He let it out to relieve the painful throbbing and had to practice the most intense amount of self-control he could find not to pump himself to completion within two seconds.
“Trist...please...” she was whining, begging, the sound of her voice to her was pathetic but to Tristan was the most beautiful and sexiest little sound he had ever heard.
He immediately thought of all of the ways in the future he could get her to beg like that for him.
“Relax,” he whispered, feeling how tense her legs and the muscles in her abdomen were. She was right there, so close to the edge, but she was so desperate for it that she was holding herself back from letting her body get there. “I’ve got you sweetheart, relax for me.”
She took a deep breath and willed her muscles to loosen and let her legs hang lazily over his shoulders.
“That’s my good girl,” were his last words before he wrapped his lips around her clit and gently sucked, spiraling her fiercely toward a blinding orgasm that ripped through every part of her body, and he carefully held her through it, his large hands firmly on her hips to keep her steady and forcing her to feel the intensity of her orgasm instead of running from it.
He had seen her come multiple times from his fingers but something about doing it with his mouth was dizzyingly intoxicating.
It took her longer than she thought possible to come down from her orgasm.
Her body was limp and motionless when she finally regained her composure enough to open her eyes, only to find Tristan standing over her again, in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his mouth and chin glistening with what she had released all over him, and a look in his eye that could only be described as a predator about to devour his prey.
She watched, hypnotized, as his hand reached into his boxers and he started fisting his cock.
“Come here,” she whispered, desperate to feel his naked body against hers.
He put a knee on the bed and his other hand next to her head and he loomed over her before he crashed his lips to hers, overwhelming her with a messy, erotic kiss that left her breathless and desperate for more of him.
“Can you taste what I did to you?” He whispered against her lips that were now covered with her own arousal.
“Yes,” she whispered, her hands desperately reaching out for him.
“I’m not being an asshole when I say this Tess but, I’m big.
” She nodded at this words, silently acknowledging that she knew; that she never had a doubt in her mind.
Beyond his height and the size of his hands and feet, which alone wouldn’t guarantee a big dick, the way he carried himself was a dead giveaway.
Plus, she had wrapped her fingers around it more than once, so she had been mentally preparing for this already.
“So I’m going to go as slow as I can, but I need you to promise me that you will tell me if it’s too much, and we can stop, and try something else, okay? ”
“Okay, I promise,” she said, but her hands were impatiently tugging his underwear down, which made him chuckle and give a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose.
“And I’m also going to try not to explode in two seconds but I think we know by now how worked up you get me, so we’re going to do our best here.”
She laughed out loud at his words, feeling a warm blanket of safety and admiration wash over her naked body. Everything about this felt so easy and perfect, and not one ounce of her was scared, even with the very expected pain she was prepared to feel.
He moved his body over her, settling in between his legs, finally free of every single piece of clothing, and laid his forehead lovingly against hers.
“Try to stay relaxed,” he whispered, rubbing the swollen head of his painfully erect cock against her opening that was slick and hot, just begging to suck him all the way inside. “Breath with me.”
He took a deep breath, and she took one with him. He took another breath, and she did as well. And he finally started to push in. She was soft and willing, but he could immediately feel the resistance that he was going to have to work through.
“I’m gonna try to get in now, okay?”
“Just do it Trist, I’ll be okay.”
“Fuck, I don’t want to fucking hurt you,” he said, his voice laced with agony, as he dropped his forehead against her shoulder.
She lifted her hips up, rubbing her opening against him, causing a deep moan to escape his lips, and he began to feel his resolve fade away. He gave a steady push and felt the head of himself slip inside of her. She gasped, but then immediately told him it was okay, and to keep going.
“Try to keep breathing with me,” he said. Even though her words said she was okay he could feel the slight difference in her body language.
“Okay.”
He pushed in more, meeting even more resistance from her body, but he fought against it, and gave a strong and forceful push, getting almost all the way in after feeling a sudden break.
He moaned in pleasure at the sudden intrusion but then stilled when he felt her teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered into her ear.
“No,” she said through clenched teeth. “You’re not all the way in yet, I want you all the way in.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, her words undoing him, he pushed in all the way, breaking through even more resistance until their bodies were completely together.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes, breathing deeply to keep his desires and impulses in check.
There would be plenty of time for him to fuck her, flip her over, wrap his hands around her throat, slam into her until her voice gave out.
He had big plans for this girl that he loved so dearly, but for tonight, he had to keep that all inside and get her through this with as much love and care as he could.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
Her answer was confident and her voice strong. He felt his balls pulse and a wave of warm pleasure wash over his body. She wanted this, pain and all, and that was enough to get him moving again.
He slowly pulled out, and then back in, paying special attention to every little expression on her face and sound that escaped from her lips.
After a few moments of very careful movement, he felt her body begin to relax, and the grip that was wrapping around his hard cock begin to soften, and he began moving faster, and her whimpers of discomfort slowly began moans of pleasure.
“Everything you do feels so good,” she said against his open mouth, running her hands all over his back. “Can we do this every day?”
He smiled and grabbed her long leg and hooked it over his shoulder, watching in amazement as her face at first scrunched up from pain but then eased into pleasure after a few easy pumps of his hips.
“God the things I’m gonna do to you, Tessa,” he confessed, completely unashamed at how much he wanted her.
Only a few minutes had passed, and he had been able to keep his orgasm at bay for way longer than he had originally thought, mostly due to being so focused on if she was okay, but he couldn’t hold back for much longer.
The look on her face and the small sounds of pleasure she was making were enough to completely undo him, let alone how tightly her wet pussy was wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“Your feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hips pumping harder, sweat starting to gather across his brow.
“Don’t hold back Trist, it’s okay, I’m okay,” she said into his ear, desperate to watch him lose control and fall apart.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy until I come?”
“Oh my God,” she moaned. She had never heard such filthy words in her life and she fucking loved it, squeezing her pussy around him, letting him know how much she loved it.
“Tell me, Tessa,” his unsteady voice came through the thick air around them.
“I want you to come inside of me” she whimpered, completely unfamiliar with the sound of her voice and the words she was saying.
“Fuck,” his hips bucked, the sound of their wet skin slapping together echoing throughout the room.
He looked between their bodies to see the sheen of her arousal mixed with a slight tinge of pink coating his dick and he completely lost it, slamming into her, burying his head into the crook of her neck.
The pleasure had slightly turned back into pain for her, but she rode it out, loving every second of it, wrapping her arms around his wide shoulders and holding him through the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, making sure to pump every single ounce of his come into her, just like she had begged.
After what felt like an eternity, Tristan finally came down from the high of his life altering orgasm, pulling back to look into her blue eyes, half expecting to see pain or regret, but instead only saw pure satisfaction and contentment – the same exact thing that he was feeling.
“You okay?” He whispered.
“So okay,” she answered with a smile, giving him a gentle kiss to reassure him that everything was in fact okay.
He wrapped her up in his arms, staying inside of her for at least 10 minutes while they breathed together in silence, soaking up every last minute of bliss, where nothing mattered but each other.