Her laughter filled the room again, a soft, melodious sound that warmed my heart. “You really know how to lay it on thick, don’t you?” She questioned teasingly even as she leaned into my touch.
“I never needed to, with you.” I replied honestly. “But if pretty words will get you in the mood…” I trailed off suggestively and she responded with a soft smack on my shoulder.
"Bastard," she muttered again, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
With a smirk, I tilted her face towards mine and captured her lips in another heated kiss. It was slow and sensual, a contradiction of the urgency coursing through my veins. My hands roamed her body freely, tracing the curves I knew by heart.
"I love you," I whispered against her lips, the words slipping out effortlessly. It was a sentiment spoken a thousand times over, but each time it felt just as profound as the first.
She smiled against my lips, her hands moving to cup my face. "And I love you," she confessed, her voice filled with equal amounts of passion and tenderness. "Even though you're driving me crazy."
It was my turn to laugh then. "That's my job," I told her, playfully nipping at her bottom lip. “It’s your job to move your panties aside so I can fuck you. I can smell how wet you are and I’m dying to feel you around me."
Her breath caught, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she pulled back to look at me. "Tristan Callahan," she scolded, though her eyes were dancing with delight.
"Just stating the facts," I retorted, grinning. My fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt, silently asking for permission.
Rolling her eyes, she adjusted herself on my lap, granting me access. The sight of her flushed and open before me was more intoxicating than the finest whiskey. My hands ventured further up, pushing aside the delicate fabric. The eager anticipation was almost too much.
As I slipped my hand inside her panties, Adriana let out a soft gasp.
“God, you’re soaked. It’s fucking hot. I love the way you smell.”
“That’s enough, Tristan,” she warned me, but her body told another story as she squirmed against my touch.
“Is it?” I chuckled, my fingers moving lightly over her sensitive folds. She gasped again, her small hands clutching at myshoulders as I continued to tease her. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, fueling the growing desire within me.
“I said...” she began but stopped abruptly when I applied gentle pressure on her swollen nub.
“You were saying?” I asked with feigned innocence, looking deep into her eyes.
“You’re not playing fair,” she accused me breathlessly.
“Just wait until I put my cock inside of you.”
"I -" she started to speak but her words got lost as I moved my hand, slipping two fingers inside her. She gasped again, her body arching towards me.
"Tristan...I..."
Leaning forward, I captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for me. Our tongues tangled together as I continued to stroke her from within. Her hands gripped my shoulders tighter and I could feel the tremors coursing through her body as she moved against my hand.
"Close?" I asked when I felt her walls clench around my fingers. She nodded frenziedly in response, biting onto my shoulder to stifle the moan that slipped past her lips.
"Don't hold back," I commanded as I increased the pace of my strokes.
Within moments, she shattered against me - a beautiful sight that always left me breathless. Her body was flush against mine as she rode out the waves of pleasure that had crashed over her.
Once her shuddering subsided, I gently withdrew my hand from her, bringing it up to my lips. I licked my fingers clean, moaning at the taste of her. "You taste so good, Ade," I said. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”
Her eyes met mine, still hazy with the afterglow of her orgasm. "Yes," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Please."
Slowly, I entered her, feeling her envelope me as she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
Her fingers curled into my back, pulling me deeper as our bodies moved together in a rhythm we both knew by heart. She set the pace—I couldn’t move my legs and she took full advantage of it, grinding down on me with an intensity that left me breathless.
"Tristan...," she gasped, her voice a sweet symphony in my ears. I could feel her tightening around me, our bodies locked together in a dance as old as time.