Page 58 of Black Heart

Marty gasped into his mouth when she felt his hands cup her ass, lifting her off her feet. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He used his hold on her to grind her against the painful erection that was trying to break through his pants to get to her. They moaned as she tightened her hold around him.

Without breaking their kiss, Tristan moved towards the stairs. They were halfway up the stairs when he broke off the kiss and kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck. She dropped her head back, giving him more access as her eyes closed in ecstasy.

She didn’t realize they’d moved until she was gently laid down on a soft bed. Tristan continued to kiss his way down her body as his hands pushed her jacket off. He only stopped kissing her long enough to pull her shirt and bra off and then he was kissing her again.

They shouldn’t be doing this. There were so many problems between them. They needed to talk them over and see if there was any way to work things out between them, but she couldn’t force herself to stop. Nothing had ever felt as good as Tristan Black’s mouth on her. She wanted more. She needed more. She’d never felt this desperate before. When his mouth closed over her nipple, that need exploded.

While Tristan suckled her breast, his hand squeezed and played with her other breast. She began running her fingers through his hair, urging him on. It didn’t take much for him to get the hint. He devoured her breast, licking and suckling it as she moaned and panted.

Tristan moved away from her nipple and began to hungrily lick the rest of the breast. He moved to the next breast and practically devoured it, making the ache between her legs throb.

A soft curse grabbed her attention just as her mind registered the loss of Tristan’s mouth. She looked up to find Tristan absently rubbing a hand over his injured shoulder as he skimmed his fingers over her breast. Realizing that he was still in pain was like a bucket of ice being poured over her.

No matter how badly she wanted this, he was hurt. She refused to do anything that would hurt him. So, she backed away from his touch as she desperately tried to convince herself that it was for the best.

* * *

“We shouldn’t be doingthis, Tristan. For that matter, you should be in a hospital.”

Tristan stopped rubbing his chest to move closer to her. “I’m fine, sweetheart. It’s just a little sore. That’s all,” he said soothingly, which was somewhat true. It also hurt like a bitch, but he wasn’t about to tell her that and wreck this moment. They’d waited too long and wasted too much time to get here and nothing and no one was going to wreck this for them.

Marty shook her head stubbornly. The action cascaded her gorgeous brown hair around her face, making her even more beautiful. Tristan leaned down and traced a line from her navel to her right breast with his tongue, earning a small gasp from Marty as she trembled.

“If I feel any pain, we’ll stop, okay?” Tristan said, knowing there was nothing on this earth that would stop him from having her. Not after almost losing her for good.

“You promise?” Marty asked on a soft moan and he knew that he had her.

“I promise,” Tristan lied, flicking his tongue over a hard nipple.

He moved back up her body and pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth, making her breaths come quicker. “I’m going to make this good for you. I swear it,” Tristan swore. Before she could respond, he was pulling the rest of her clothes off.

She suddenly realized that she was naked, naked in front of Tristan Black, who was still practically dressed. She moved to cover herself only to find her hands suddenly pinned down by her sides. She watched nervously as Tristan looked her over and realized that she was afraid that he’d be disappointed.

“You’re so beautiful…so fucking beautiful…” Tristan murmured reverently as he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against her stomach.

Marty choked back a sob as he continued to press soft kisses against her stomach. She’d never seen a look of such devotion and love on anyone’s face before and the fact that it was for her shocked her. Tristan quickly broke through her thoughts with the first lick, damn near making her jump off the bed.

* * *

He couldn’t believethey were doing this. Years of fantasies didn’t compare to the real thing. She was so beautiful, so responsive, and so his. He nearly came in his pants when he saw those neatly trimmed dark curls between her legs. He fought for control as he pressed a soft kiss against the curls, and then, because he really couldn’t help himself, he ran his tongue over her slit. Her hips bucked, almost throwing him off. He released her hands and grabbed her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed.

Twenty-nine years old was too old to lose his virginity, Tristan decided as he greedily licked her. There was no finesse or skill involved in this, much to his shame. This was pure, unadulterated hunger and he was ravenous.

Never in his life had he tasted anything sweeter than Marty. He greedily lapped her up, barely aware that her legs had opened wider to give him more access or that she was gripping his hair and screaming his name.

He suckled her firm, little nub between his lips and flicked his tongue against it, somehow knowing that she would love it before he licked her thoroughly and dragged his tongue down to her core. He was on automatic when he ran his tongue around her core before he slid it inside her slowly, making her moan. He thrust his tongue inside of her the way he wanted to do with his cock. He swirled it around and retreated only to do it again. The walls around her core began to tighten around his tongue. He did it again and again until he heard Marty’s scream and felt her walls tremble around his tongue. Still, he didn’t stop. Not until Marty was trying to drag him away by his hair and he was close to exploding in his pants.

Tristan wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before moving up her body. He kissed and licked his way up until he was once again kissing Marty’s beautiful mouth. She kissed him desperately as her hands roamed over his back. He pressed his hips between her legs and thrust firmly, desperate for the motion.

“Please, Tristan,” Marty sobbed against his mouth as she pushed up to meet his thrusts.

Still kissing her, Tristan raised himself up with one hand and freed himself as he tried to push his pants down, but his left arm refused to cooperate. Marty helped as best she could, shoving his pants down with her hands and feet until his pants were pooled around his knees. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him down towards her seconds later.

Nervousness surfaced as he positioned himself at her core. His entire body shook with excitement as he tried to force his mind away from what they were about to do. It didn’t matter that it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do, he couldn’t get past the fact that he’d never actually done this before. He was going to make love to Marty for the first time in his life and it was going to be horrible.

He pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away. “I’m really sorry,” Tristan said, struggling to catch his breath as he fought for control. The tip of his erection was now at her hot, wet entrance.

Shit!

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