Page 35 of Black Heart

“I guess,” Marty said quietly as she was forced to bite back another moan when goosebumps raced over her skin. She couldn’t believe just how good it felt to be in his arms, how much she liked the hand gently caressing her stomach, and just how every little touch left her desperate for more.

“You did your hair up like this forhim?” Tristan asked as he reached up and rubbed a strand of her hair between his fingertips before dropping his hand away.

No. “Yes.”

“I see,” Tristan murmured as she felt his lips brush against the side of her neck. “And this lotion you used. What is it? Blackberries and vanilla?” She nodded. “You used it for him?”

No. “Yes.”

“And this blouse that’s been driving me fucking crazy all day, that was for him, too?” Tristan asked, pressing a soft kiss against her neck as both of his hands moved over her stomach.

“Yes,” Marty whispered on a soft moan.

He flattened his hands on her stomach and slid them down to her hips and over her legs until they were cupping her knees.

“And the skirt? Was that for him as well?” Tristan asked as he leaned back in the chair, taking her with him until she was practically draped over him. His hands slid up and cupped her thighs while his mouth gently sucked on the side of her neck.

Marty closed her eyes on a loud moan as he kissed her neck and adjusted his legs until they were suddenly between both of hers and then widened them, spreading her legs open. The action pushed her skirt all the way up to her hips, but she barely noticed.

His mouth felt so damn good on her skin.

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He was definitely crossing a line,Tristan told himself, but he didn’t fucking care at the moment. He was done doing the right thing. He wanted her and he was sick of torturing himself so that she could waste her time on losers who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.

She washis.

“What color panties did you wear forhim?” Tristan whispered against her ear then suckled on the lobe, earning a soft moan.

“Black,” Marty whispered on a moan that had his cock hardening past the point of pain.

“Mmmmm,” Tristan moaned against her skin while he slowly slid his hands up her thighs before grabbing hold of her skirt and tugging it up a few more inches. One hand remained behind while the other moved up her stomach and traced her ribs before he reached up and cupped her breast while his other hand dipped between her legs and cupped her through her panties.

“Oh, God…” Marty choked out.

Tristan broke out in a sweat as his fingers traced her damp panties. He’d spent so many nights fantasizing about touching her. He pressed a reverent kiss against her neck while one finger snaked beneath her panties and pulled them aside. He was glad that he couldn’t see what he’d revealed, afraid he’d embarrass himself.

Not that he had much experience with women. He didn’t and shouldn’t know how to navigate her body this way, but something about touching her this way made him feel as though he’d done it a hundred times before. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the connection he felt with her or years of fantasies, but he knew, just knew, what she liked.

Without having to ask, Tristan knew that she hated having her nipples teased with his teeth. It reminded her of rough fabric and turned her off quickly. She loved it when he used his tongue on her and he knew that if he did it just right that she would come a hell of a lot faster and harder. He also knew that she was ticklish and if his fingers brushed against her side that she would giggle. He also knew what it would do to her if he suckled on her clit. She’d thrash under his mouth, begging him to fuck her even as she threatened to kill him if he even thought about stopping.

His fingers pinched her hard nipple through the material as he teased her bare slit with his fingertips. She was so goddamn wet that he had to grit his teeth as pleasure shot through his cock.

“So wet…and so fucking beautiful…” Tristan whispered against her skin.

He gently suckled on her neck as he slid a finger inside her. She moaned loudly as he slowly moved his finger inside her. He reached up and covered her mouth. She moaned against his hand as he added another finger and slowly fucked her with it.

Marty cried against his hand, begging him to go faster, but he kept his movements slow, knowing just how much it turned her on. With a groan, she flexed her hips against his hand and began riding his fingers, the move causing her ass to rub his cock through his pants.

Her skirt rode up the rest of the way, leaving her barely covered ass pressed tightly against him. Every thrust of her body enveloped his erection in a firm caress, a familiar caress that had pleasure tearing through his cock.

“That’s it. Keep doing that,” Tristan moaned as he rolled his hips in time with the thrust of his fingers. He wasn’t going to come like this. Correction, he wasn’t going to allow himself to come like this. The first time he came with her, he wanted to be buried deep inside of her. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to enjoy it.

He could feel her body tighten around his fingers. She was close, he knew it instinctively. Using the hand covering her mouth, he moved her face to the side and covered her mouth with his. This was no first-date peck or even a buildup. This was intense and carnal as they deepened the kiss the instant their lips met. Their tongues fought for dominance as Tristan quickened his thrusts.

He dropped his hand and cupped her breast, gently squeezing it as she came apart. “Let me hear you come, sweetheart,” he whispered against her lips.

“Tristan…oh, God, Tristan!” Marty moaned into his mouth as she rode his fingers hard, damn near breaking them off.

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