CHAPTER 16 #3
“Come on, Trist,” she whispers teasingly, taking deep breaths through the stretch. “I’m not the virginal 20-year-old you had that night. Don’t be scared, show me what I’ve been missing.”
He chuckles deeply and places two large hands on the backs of her knees, pushing her legs back and open, spreading her wide.
“You sure?”
She gulps nervously but also loves the look in his eyes – so dark, primal, aggressive, and all for her.
“Yes.”
With her verbal permission, he pushes in all the way in one fluid, punishing motion, all the way to the hilt, before pulling out and doing it again.
“Oh my God,” she moans out, hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
“Do I need to stop?” he mutters, eyes fixated on where her pussy is sucking in his long cock greedily, noisily, and oh so perfectly.
“No,” she says, her breath catching, and he can tell she’s half loving this and half struggling through it. He continues to pump into her, over and over again, tilting his hips up so that the head of his dick brushes up against the rigid expanse of her g-spot.
“God this is the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had,” he moans, eyes closing from the force of pleasure pulsing through his veins.
“Trist…you’re…so...big,” she moans out between thrusts, “hurts…so…good.”
The pain mixed with pleasure was a feeling she hadn’t experienced to this extent.
The first time had been nothing short of perfect, and he made sure to take care of her before himself, but it was a blur of nerves and excitement; a moment in time that was so charged with the emotions and expectation of what was happening that it seemed to be over in a flash.
This was different.
This time, it seemed like Tristan was making sure Tessa felt him so deep into her body that she was seeing stars.
He was pushing her to her limits so that she felt him every time she moved tomorrow at the game.
Each stroke, each push taking her further and further over the edge of what her body thought it could take.
The blinding pleasure of his thick cock hitting her g spot just right with his pelvis grinding against her clit, mixed with the lip biting painful stretch of his brutal thrusts, was enough to make her feel drunk on the sensations.
“Fuck,” Tristan groaned. “It’s too good, fuck, please let me come inside you.”
Seeing such a strong, masculine, solid wall of a man above her practically whimpering and shaking, fingers digging into her thighs that will no doubt leave bruises, begging and pleading for her, was intoxicating and painfully arousing.
“Yes,” she whispered desperately. “Come inside me, Tristan.”
He practically collapsed on top of her, burrowing his head into the crook of her neck, fingers gripping the plump curve of her hips.
His whole body shook, his moans coming out breathless and muffled against her skin.
Tessa wrapped her arms and her legs tightly around him, feeling a deep throb of pleasure as she felt his cock pulse and empty inside of her.
“Fuck, fuck,” his breaths come out in heavy, labored pants, and once he came down from the intense high of his orgasm, he pulled back slightly, placing light kisses all over the slick skin of her shoulder. “You okay?”
“I feel like I should be asking you that,” she said with a teasing giggle, grabbing his face to bring his lips to hers. They shared a long, sensual, intimate kiss that made her heart soar.
She slowly sat up, attempting to back away from him and break the kiss, but he only held onto her tighter, keeping his cock buried inside of her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbled against her lips.
“Up higher on the bed so we can cuddle,” she replied with a laugh.
“You think I’m done with you?”
“What?” she asked with wide eyes, pulling back from him and studying his face. “Whatever else you think I can take, I most certainly can’t. I’m tapping out.”
Her heartbeat sped up as she watched a cocky smile spread across his face, and she tried to back away from him again.
“Tristan,” she said as a warning, but she failed miserably at hiding the smile forming on her lips.
“You always make me come too fast. Get over here, Smith.”
“No!” she shrieked, a goofy smile plastered on her face as she broke away from his hold and scooted towards the other end of the bed, but he grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her back down towards him, causing a fit of giggles to erupt from her.
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, and her eyes went wide.
“Trist, there’s no way you can go again.”
“Watch me,” he stated firmly, hand gripping his semi hard cock. “Now bend over.”
“I can’t take that thing from behind, I’ll die!”
“Hands and knees, Tessa.”
His smile was gone, replaced by the sexiest authoritative glare she could have ever imagined, and her insides started stirring again.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispered out, obeying his words.
She took a deep breath and prepared herself for how vulnerable this position always made her feel, but when she felt his warm hand on her ass and a deep, primal groan erupt from his throat, she felt a thrilling pulse in her clit that made her stomach clench.
“I wish you could see this, baby,” he murmured, his hand appreciatively gripping her ass while his other began pumping the base of his cock, which was growing harder by the second. “Your ass is so soft and perfect. Your pussy looks so beautiful with my come dripping out of you.”
“Tristan,” she felt her pussy pulse again from his words and knew that she was melting into a puddle for this man.
With her face buried into a pillow, she had no idea what to expect with Tristan’s large body and even larger cock looming behind her, but his tongue sliding from her clit, up the length of her pussy, and over the sensitive nub of her ass was not even on her radar.
“Oh!” she gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, but he only gripped her hips and held her still while his tongue worked gloriously over the taboo area, but he went at it like a man starved, the hand that wasn’t pumping his cock finding her clit again.
Her head felt dizzy and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. Never had she experienced pleasure like this, and it was making her come undone.
She started grinding back against his face and hand, feeling the unmistakable building up of pressure begin to coil in her abdomen, but before she could quite get to the peak, he pulled away and gave her ass a firm slap, making her squeak in surprise.
“Don’t you ever,” he said, lining his now rock-hard cock up with her warm, wet pussy, “Keep this from me again. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed, bracing for the impact as she felt the head of him starting to push inside.
“10 fucking years I’ve been dreaming about this pussy,” he continued to push in, punishingly slow, causing her to whine and wiggle against him. “A whole decade I thought about you like a sick fucking puppy.”
“I’m sorry,” she mewled, trying to push back against him, but his hold on her hips kept her still. “If it matters, I was sick about you too. I’ve missed you and thought about you every single day.”
He pushed in all the way at her words, and she suddenly found herself running away again at the impact of how deep he was inside of her.
“Steady,” he breathed, keeping her situated. “You can take it.”
“It’s a lot,” she whined.
“It will get easier. I won’t go in all the way this time…how’s this?” he started pumping into her, keeping his rhythm even and his breath catching at the sensation of his cock hitting her g spot, but he only pumped about ? of the way in.
“That’s good,” she said back breathlessly. “So fucking good.”
He groaned and reached around and started playing with her swollen clit while the other remained splayed out on her hip.
After only a few minutes he felt himself getting close and decided he needed to change something up so he didn’t blow like a teenager again.
“Fuck, your pussy is like heaven,” he said, reaching around to embrace her chest and pull her up, so that they were both on their knees, her back firmly against his front, and he wrapped his large hand around her throat.
She turned her head and captured his lips in a messy kiss full of tongue and years of unspoken longing.
The kiss so frantic and sensual that it made her feel dizzy and her pussy contract wildly around his cock.
“You’re close,” he stated into her open mouth. “I can feel it.”
“Keep kissing me like that,” she ordered. “And keep your hand on my throat.”
He groaned and picked up speed, pumping into her, pushing himself all the way in now that she had a few moments to adjust, and within seconds she was detonating around him.
“Fuck! Tristan! You’re making me come so hard!”
He kept a tight grip on her as her body bucked and attempted to collapse and fold, but he kept her upright, where he could watch her face up close as she screamed his name through her mind-bending orgasm.
“God damnit,” he hissed out, trying with all his might to hold back from his own release, but it was no use. She was too perfect, warm, soft, wet, and beautiful – with the tightest little pussy he had ever felt. “Gonna fill you up again.”
“Yes,” she breathed, finally coming down from the peak.
His cocked rammed into her at an unsteady pace, and it took all his energy to keep himself upright through the orgasm so he didn’t collapse on Tessa and crush her.
But eventually they both came down from their high, and both found themselves laying on their backs on the bed, panting, sweating, and leaking.
“We made a bit of a mess, huh?” Tristan said through choppy breaths, his hand sneaking its way between her legs, fingers lazily playing with her now swollen pussy that was filled and covered with both of their releases. “Is now a good time to ask if you’re on birth control?”
She laughed and swatted his arm away.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t be?”
“To be honest Tess, I probably still would have finished inside of you even if you told me you weren’t.”
“Shut up, you cave man.”
“Hhhm, I don’t know which I like better – cave man or football man.”
Tessa giggled and turned her body towards him, and he easily lifted an arm up to welcome her into his embrace. She happily scooted over into him and tucked herself into his warm side, and he pulled her in close, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“I meant what I said, you know,” he murmured into her hair.
“Which part?” she asked sarcastically.
“Well, all of it. But mostly about how much I’ve wanted you over the years. I don’t want to feel that way again, Tess. Please tell me you feel the way that I do right now.”
She closed her eyes at the vulnerability and emotional intelligence he was so easily displaying, and she snuggled into him closer, if that was even possible.
“I know I’m the one who left,” she whispered.
“But it was hell for me, too. I was crazy about you, Trist. And being with you now, and you’re the same exact person but different at the same time.
I don’t know, it just feels so easy. But then also, it’s not.
This is supposed to be temporary for me; just another stop on my career path.
I don’t know if this could work long term. ”
“Let’s not think about that,” he said, cutting her off. “I just want to be with you right now.”
“I know,” she said. “I just want to be with you, too.”
“So we’re on the same page?” he asks apprehensively. “We’re going to do this? You and me? Even if it’s a just-for-now title. I’ll take you however I can get you, baby.”
She hummed in contemplation and turned her head to kiss his chest adoringly.
“Yeah, you and me. And we’ll figure out the rest.”