Page 23 of Enamored
I climb up on the bed, kissing her everywhere except where I know she wants it the most. She pushes her fingers into my hair and tries to put my face where she wants it, but I unwrap her hands and press them above her head.
“You’re going to keep your hands there, or I’ll stop,” I warn.
“Oh, God, please, Tristan. Stop torturing me,” she mewls and bucks her hips up.
I chuckle, dark and full of dirty promises. “You’ll get what I give you when I’m ready. Keep begging, though. I like it.”
I nip the inside of her thigh, and she presses her hips up to me again. I kiss her stomach, right about the panty-line, and stick my tongue out to lick her belly button. She sucks her stomach in on an inhale and releases a shaky breath. I finally put her out of her misery and plant a kiss on top of her mound. Her panties are soaked, and I take a deep breath, savoring how she smells.
I hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down her legs, flinging them into the corner somewhere.
“Can I touch you, please?” she asks.
I glance up, and her arms are exactly where I’ve left them. Good girls who listen get rewarded, and I’m about to feast until she comes apart under me. Then, I want to fuck her until we both can’t take it anymore. I nod, and she digs her nails into my hair, the same time my tongue peeks out to taste her for the first time in a decade.
This. This is heaven. Between her legs is the only place I want to be.
“Oh, Tristan,” she moans as I find all the secret spots that turn her to mush. I lick her with expertise, and when my fingers slip into her, I almost come. She squeezes them so tight as she fights to keep her own orgasm at bay.
“Baby, let go. Come for me,” I urge.
After another few stokes and a few more perfectly timed licks, she arches her back and pulls me closer as she comes all over me. I continue to lap up everything she gives, and when her body relaxes, I stand up. Her eyes are glued to the bulge in my pants. She flips around and crawls to the edge, her fingers moving deftly, quickly undoing my button and zipper. She tugs on my pants, and I help her pull them down my legs before pulling my shirt over my head.
Her eyes are dark, full of lust, and when she takes my length into her hand, I know that’s it. I don’t want another girl to touch me ever again. My entire body hums under her touch like it remembers how perfect she was so long ago. She leans forward and sucks the tip into her mouth. I close my eyes and drop my head back, unable to hold back the moan. She swirls her tongue over the head and sucks me further into her mouth
“Lana, you can’t. I-I’m not going to last,” I manage to push out.
I feel the beginning stages of my orgasm low in my spine, so I pull her off me with a pop. I brush some stray hair out of her eyes and smile at her, then kiss the tip of her nose, and she scrunches her face as my stubble tickles her.
“I want to be inside you when I come. I’m not going to last, though,” I warn.
She nods, and I pull a condom out of my pants pocket on the floor. I rip the foil and roll it on. When I climb on the bed, she lays back, spreading her legs to give me room to crawl between them. She glistens from her earlier orgasm, and I can’t wait to feel her warmth envelop me. She reaches between up and helps guide me to her entrance.
I slowly thrust my hips forward, and her eyes roll back as I push all the way in, settling myself deep within her. I drop my forehead, savoring the feeling of being inside her again. She feels even better than I remember, softer somehow. I want to stay here forever, encased in her.
“Tristan, please move,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts.
I don’t want this to end, but I know I’m only good for a few thrusts. I want to feel her come around me. It was a tease, having her come on my fingers. I find her engorged clit with the pad of my thumb and press down, making small circles as I sit back on my heels to watch myself slide in and out of her. She circles her hips and presses her fingers down over mine, helping me move over the nub how she likes it best.
I keep my thrusts slow as I build her up, her breathy moans and pants urging me to help her find her release.
“Lana, I’m going to come, baby. Are you there?” I clench my teeth, trying to hold off. She doesn’t even have to tell me. Her body goes rigid, and she clamps around me so tight it forces my own orgasm from me. I pound into her, giving her everything, making her take it as I extend both our pleasures.
I drop to my forearms, and she takes my face between her hands, kissing every part of it she can. I try to bring my heart rate down and breathe normally, but I still kiss her deeply when her lips find mine. I pull away after a few minutes to discard the condom and get us cleaned up.
That was amazing.Shewas amazing. She turns on her side, leaving her clothes on the floor, and I pull her against me. I kiss her head, and she mumbles something I can’t quite make out. “Sleep, baby,” I say before getting comfortable and falling asleep.
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We didn’t get to talk this morning, too busy kissing and bringing one another to another amazing orgasm. Then she was running late. She gave me her work address so I can show up today for an eleven o’clock appointment with her and Eloise to look over the blueprints and see the model they have constructed.
I stand outside the tall building and look at all the glass, shining in the sun like thousands of diamonds. The building is huge. I take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, and when the doors open, I’m standing in front of a desk with a huge sign forSmith and Quill Designsbehind the girl.
She smiles at me. “Hi, can I help you?”
“I have an appointment with Lana Robinson and Eloise Quill. My name is Tristan Ellis.” I smile back at her. Her eyes light up, and she blushes a little before looking back at her screen.
“Great, I see you here. Please, have a seat, and Ms. Robinson will be out to get you in a few minutes. Can I offer you any water or coffee?”
