Chapter 6
Emma
Having a naked man in my bed is a novelty of sorts, because it hasn't happened in the longest time. Having my crush, Tristan Carlton, naked in my bed is a dream come true. When seeing him in his uniform, you'd never guess he's as ripped as he is.
I'm glad I'm in on this secret. I want to run my hands all over those sharp lines and delight in the feeling of his hot skin. How do I know his skin is hot? He's like a furnace right now. We're only a couple of inches apart, and the heat coming off him is incredible.
"Emma, are you okay with this?"
His hand goes to my unruly hair and pushes it off my face.
"I wouldn't have gotten naked if I wasn't okay with having sex with you."
"Yeah…I…consent is sexy for me."
"Tristan, you need to be kissing me right now."
He seems to take my words to heart, because he gently presses me down to the mattress and gives me one of those heated kisses of his.
I melt underneath him and run my hand up and down his toned back.
He suddenly stops kissing me and starts trailing a line of kisses from my jaw to my neck to my shoulder.
My toes curl when he sucks on my neck, and all thoughts go out of my head at this point. It's all sensation. His hot lips exploring my body. He keeps going down to my chest and rubs his lush beard over my breasts. The feeling is a mixture of tickles and delight.
"Mmm, that feels good, Tristan."
"Your breasts are perfection, Emma."
I allow myself to relax as he plays with my tits. I'm not huge in breast size but large enough that he can have some fun and I reap all the benefits. Meanwhile, my pussy is soaked with my arousal and I'm starting to feel empty between my legs.
"Tristan, please."
"I'll come back to you beauties later."
Before I know it, his head is between my legs and he's opening me up with his fingers.
"Such a pretty pink pussy. And soaked for me."
The dirty words rattle me, and I wonder what else Tristan is hiding underneath that calm and steady facade of a lawman. I roll my hips so that he knows I'm desperate to feel his tongue against my core.
"Steady, my queen, I don't want to rush this."
He's so focused on my center, I start to feel a little vulnerable. That's when he places a kiss on top of my clit and I almost come out of the bed with the spark that small action caused. His fingers gently open me up so that I'm at his mercy.
The first stroke of his tongue feels like heaven, and I'm glad he's holding on to my hips so that I don't come off the bed from the sensations he's causing in me. I love that he seems to know exactly what to do to me to get my blood boiling.
His tongue masterfully glides up, and down my slit and the sensations are very intense. His focus is now on my entrance and he thrusts his tongue in and out, making me shiver. I want more of that and push my hips forward to let him know I'm loving what he's doing.
I grab his hair and push his face towards me in an attempt to get more of the magnificent sensations he's making me feel. He chuckles at that as if I'm being bratty. He lifts his head and looks me straight in the eyes.
"Patience, my queen."
His beard is drenched in my juices, and that just makes me want to fuck his face even more.
"Stop playing with me, Tristan, and make me come."
"I know just how to please you, my queen."
His head goes back between my legs and I miss his beautiful face. Except he's doing something really important and my hips start moving on their own, following the rhythm he has already established. His talented tongue goes up and down my slit, then enters me as deep as possible.
Pretty soon I'm panting and feeling that tingle that tells me I'm very close to the edge of the precipice. I love that tingle and I shamelessly push Tristan's face against my needy pussy. That's when things get real. He starts eating me out as if he were a starved man.
He slides one finger inside me, then two, making me feel somewhat full.
I gasp when his fingers reach that special spot inside me, telling me this man knows exactly what the hell he's doing.
I start moaning with the insistent thrusts of his fingers and then he makes me explode when he starts sucking deeply on my clit.
It suddenly is all too much for me and I see stars.
My moans are loud and fill the room with an echo of the pleasure I just received.
Tristan doesn't stop, though. He keeps going until he rides out the last of my orgasm.
My body is a puddle in the bed and I finally let go of his hair so that he can get some fresh air.
Am I ashamed that I fucked his face? Not one little bit. Meanwhile, Tristan is kissing my thighs and looking sexy as all heck. He smiles at me with a panty-melting smile and I shudder. His face carries a promise, that he'll wring out many orgasms out of me throughout the early hours of this day.
He gets up from the bed and into my small bathroom. When he comes out, he's drying his beard.
"Can you bring me a towel from there? I want to put it underneath me. I hate the wet spots."
He brings me one of the folded ones that I have on the bathroom shelves and I giggle when he flips me to my side and places the towel underneath me. When he flips me back, I feel a lot better.
"You make the most glorious sounds when you're aroused, Emma. I could play them as if it were my favorite song in the whole world."
I blush at his words and try to pull the covers on top of me.
"Not yet, my queen. I'm not done."
"Do you want me to return the favor?"
I can see his cock tenting his boxer shorts, and I lick my lips. He probably tastes salty and I'm dying to lick his cock like a lollipop.
"None of that, my queen. I need to fuck you. Badly."
My mind is filled with him and the pleasure he just gave me, but I agree that we're not done yet. I want to feel him deep inside me and there's only one way that's going to happen.
"Come to bed then. Claim your prize."
He crawls across the mattress to where I am in the middle.
"Oh, you're more than a prize. You're a treasure, Emma."
"You say that, but you're still wearing your boxers."
"When I take the boxers off, there's no going back."
"You know what? I think you're all talk."
I start to get up from the bed, but he gently pushes me back down again.
"Okay, my queen. Your wish, my command."
He lowers his boxers and his hard cock springs to attention right in front of me. He's big and thick, and a shiver goes through me. Once he's between my legs again he strokes my slit with the head of his cock. Up and down, up and down.
I swear, this man loves to tease. I'm more of the impatient kind.
Wham, bam, and thank you ma'am. His lips cover mine and I plaster my body against his.
My nipples stand up in attention and rub against his hairy chest. I feel like I'm a wild animal, needing him more and more as he rubs his cock against my pussy.
His hand caresses my face, clearing the hair that has fallen to cover it. Then he moves that hand over to my neck stopping and gently squeezing, then he moves that hand further down and cradles one of my breasts. It fits perfectly on his hand, and I whimper as he flicks my nipple with his tongue.
My breasts are very sensitive, and when he mouths one nipple, I almost pass out.
He flicks it over and over with his tongue, making me roll my hips against him for the added friction.
His skin is hot against mine and I already feel beads of sweat as a result.
The man is like a furnace, and I'm ready to get ignited and then consumed by him.
"Tristan, I need more."
"I've got you, my queen. Just let me feast on these treats a tiny bit longer."
He switches to my other breast, and I once again put my hand on his head, pressing him against me. The sensations I'm feeling are amazing, and I reach for my pussy to get myself closer to the precipice once again.
"I didn't say that was allowed, my queen."
"I'm so close, Tristan. I need you inside me."
He lifts himself up on his forearms and looks down at me. From my vantage point, he looks feral and intent on ravishing me. I want to get to the ravishing part sooner rather than later.
"Look at me in the eyes, Emma."
My gaze is already locked with his, so I'm not sure what it is he wants from me.
"I want to watch you when I enter you for the first time."
All I can do is nod and reach for him. I feel more than see him directing his cock to my entrance and then he thrusts inside. He's thick and I need to force myself to relax to let him better slide inside me.
"You can take me, my queen. You were made for me. That's it. You're such a good girl for me."
There are beads of sweat on his forehead, and I know he's doing everything he can to not plow me like a farmer would a milkmaid. But what if that is what I want? So I reach for his ass and pull him to me. When he's fully inside me, I take a breath and close my eyes for a moment.
I'm all sweaty too, but I don't really care at this point in time. When I open my eyes, I find him also with his eyes closed. I rub his back, trying to establish a connection, which I need right now.
"I never thought something could feel this right, Emma."
His words make my heart beat a little faster, and I try to push my hips upward so that he gets the hint and starts thrusting. It finally works, or rather he's finally decided to fuck me properly. It all starts with slow, shallow thrusts. They almost feel like it's not enough.
I like how he's not leaving me completely, though, and match each thrust of his with one of mine.
He starts pulling out more and more, and I feel starved for his shaft to fill me and stretch me the way it's meant to.
I don't like it when he's so controlled, and I wish I could do something to make him lose himself in me.
"Tristan…"
"What is it, my queen?"
"Tristan, I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
"I like this bossy trait you have, Emma. You want a hard fucking, is that it?"
"I want to know I'm yours right now."
A dark look comes over his face as he lowers his head so that our foreheads are touching one another.
"You're mine now and forever, Emma Matthews."
The next thrust slams me deep against the mattress, and Tristan starts a punishing rhythm. The intensity has not left his face and I'm feeling possessed over and over again. I feel a little vulnerable because it all clicks into place as if we were meant to be.
I don't particularly believe in love at first sight or at first fuck, but the intensity of what I'm living right now seems to tell a different story.
"I want to ride you, Emma, will you let me?"
At this point I'd do anything he asked me, but I don't really want him to know how vulnerable I am to him. I only nod and keep taking the pounding he's giving me now. When he rolls me and places me on all fours, I feel a little relieved.
Watching his every move has got me up on my head and I need to let loose because this orgasm that's building in me is going to be grand. I look back at him to see if I can figure out where we are, but I only see fierceness in his visage. I do the only thing I can do.
"Do it, Tristan. Fuck me into oblivion."
And that's what he does. He plunges his fingers inside my pussy and coats them in my juices. Then he smears them over his shaft. That's when he slides inside me. I take a deep breath because from this angle he can go deeper and I'm filled to the brim.
He grabs my hair and pulls my head back just a bit. The whole thing makes me feel wanted and claimed. And I love every minute of it. Finally, he lets go of my hair and reaches for my clit. He rubs it in a circular motion, and things just start to bubble up inside me.
I'm going to come, and I'm glad there's a snowstorm outside and no one will be able to hear us. When I scream out his name, I feel him frantically pumping his hips against me, cock spurting cum deep inside me. I'm hungry for it and I want it all.
When we finally stop moving, I collapse on the bed and he falls next to me. Our breathing is fast and I'm totally spent. I can't even move right now. So when he pulls me back against him and rests his arm across my waist, I'm both surprised and delighted.
There's only one problem. I want more of him, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to get enough.