Page 90 of Love Not Qualified

I put a knee on the bed, then planted a hand on each side of her head. I removed the straps from her shoulders and she arched her back, giving me access to set her bra free. She snuck her arms out and I tossed it to the side.

God, she was beautiful.

She had soft skin, perky dark nipples, and the roundest breasts I’ve ever seen in my life. Haelyn was the definition of the perfect woman, the one I had wet dreams about and the one I could see as my match.

Smart, bold, resourceful, kind, and… a walking temptation.

My lips took one of her nipples, and I threaded a tongue over it.

“Me too,” she whispered.

I was buying time for several reasons.

One, because she was mine—at least for tonight. I could get rid of any exhibitions and feel her as I dreamed of many times, to worship her and sink myself so deeply she was never going to be able to forget me.

And two, because I knew this night was an ultimatum for us. We were either going to fuck each other out of our system and part ways or find out we could never get enough.

For me, the first option was impossible. I wasn’t even inside her already, but I knew that this—what was happening to me now—was impossible to erase. I could never put Haelyn behindme even if in the morning she was going to say that she never wanted to see me again.

I was a coward, but I was dragging time. Right now, it felt like it flew by.

Something about that flicked a switch inside me and I lowered down on her body until I got to her pussy. I put a hand around her thigh, then worked my way down with kisses until I reached her lips. She let out a moan at the contact and instantly shuddered when I circled her clit, my fingers moving up and down on her.

I wasn’t going to be able to ever forget the sweet sound of her moans.

When I sucked her, she screamed, pushing herself up from the mattress. She moved her hips from side to side, coordinating my moves and searching for a deeper place.

“God,” she voiced, then planted her hand in my hair, catching strands of my hair between her fingers.

“So sweet and responsive,” I said and entered her with my fingers. Her walls immediately caged me in with continuing pulses. “So tight.” I licked on her clit, and her head quit staying arched, dropping on the blanket under us.

“I need you.” Her tone was as urgent as the blood in my veins and even if I picked up my speed, I decided to do something else instead.

I reared back, taking away my mouth and my fingers as I watched the confused expression on Haelyn’s face. “What are you doing?” she asked, her chest heaving and her eyelids drooping tiredly over her eyes. “I was so close.”

My palm curled around my dick and I placed myself in front of her parted legs smiling. “Trust me, it will feel better now that you haven’t.”

Instead of entering her like I wanted, I stroked my dick and moved it between her lips, making sure to touch her clit. Iwent faster and faster, feeding over the image where she arched, moaned, begged, and moved so many times, not knowing what to do with the pleasure hitting her body.

My cock throbbed in my hold, eager to get its release, but I was too focused on offering Haelyn hers.

I moved on top of her and moved some more, the slick sound of her wetness filling the room. She trembled, crying out all the gods ever known.

“Tristan,” she begged, and hearing my name on her lips brought me on edge.

It was the first time since I met Haelyn that I saw her free of any restrictions. She no longer had a tape on her mouth and handcuffs around her wrists, she was… herself.

We were both vulnerable with our walls crashing down, exposing the true us in front of each other and the feeling couldn’t be compared with anything else. I couldn’t completely comprehend that I actually had her under me, offering me such an important part of her.

She was right here, with her eyebrows pinched in the middle of her forehead, eyes rolling under her eyelids and fingers digging into the bed sheets. It was the best view my eyes had ever seen—almost like it was my first time seeing in the true sense of the word.

Until now, I had a blindfold over my eyes, not really knowing what pure life was supposed to look like or feel like. Now, at the mere sight of her, I felt it.

I had the confirmation that it was worth living for something else besides outer factors like my brothers, my company, and my name. In that moment, I was for once in my life, living for me.

And all that was because of her.

We kept grinding over each other and I didn’t know for how long, all I knew was that my dick hurt for how hard I kept myself from coming. But I didn’t want this to end.

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