Page 105 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

Every time we pulled away to catch our breath, we dived in for another kiss. His hands trailed down to my ass and palmed my skin, dragging the hem of my shorts to the crack of my ass, while I kept grinding against him. His palms traveled up my back, tracing my spine and my scar. I shivered from his touch. His callous fingers skimmed up the line of my stomach. I moaned when he kneaded my tits. They’d grown ample from pregnancy and breastfeeding. I was scared breast milk might come out even if I’d stopped breastfeeding a few months ago.

I was chasing my orgasm as I dry-humped his thick length, and every time he flicked my nipples, I got closer. He withdrew and pulled my top over my head. His lips circled around one taut nipple, and I lost control as he sucked and bit on my sensitivity.

He sat back and watched me rocking against him. His eyes dipped down to where our crotches were connected, and he made a throaty sound at the sight. I shivered when he palmed me over my shorts.

“Tristan,” I groaned, getting frustrated as he pulled his hand away.

“Work me good. Use me to get yourself off,” he said, watching the way my hips rolled while he held my waist.

“Look how wet you are,” he rasped.

I looked down at the little stain I was leaving on his gray sweatpants. I shamelessly smiled and increased the pace of my hips. He ran his thumb over my lips while I swirled my tongue around his finger.

He stood up, holding me against him so I wouldn’t fall. He placed me gently on the bed and hovered over me, his head dipping down for a kiss. This time, it was slow and enticing. I reached to take off his shirt, but he hooked my hands above my head, interlocking my fingers with his.

“Please, I want to touch you,” I begged.

He pulled away and took off the shirt. He was quick to come back for a kiss. I ran my hands up his hard flesh, exploring his smooth skin, the slopes of his shoulders, and his perfectly sculpted abs, remembering what it felt like.

“Is your elbow still hurting?” he asked, pulling away.

For a moment, I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“A little bit,” I replied breathlessly.

“What about here?” His fingers brushed my ribs, and soon, his lips replaced his fingers. “Hmm?” he asked, biting a spot below my breast. It would leave a mark.

“Fine.”

“This place?” His lips moved to my hip, and then he kissed my thigh and returned to the same spot on my hip while the heat between my legs begged for some relief.

“Better.” I squirmed as he came back up.

“If at any point it hurts, tell me,” he said, kissing my chin.

He kissed my throat, the hollow of my collarbone, and my shoulders. I laughed when he bit me on my shoulder. He kissed my neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot below my ear. He trailed kisses down the center of my breasts, down my stomach. He ran his tongue down the line on my stomach as I stretched on the bed, writhing uncontrollably.

“I missed this,” he said, kissing the birthmark on my waistline.

I groaned when he licked me through my shorts. His big palms trailed up and cupped my tits, kneading and squeezing while he continued to torture me through the cotton material. His lips kissing, biting, and teasing me through the little piece of clothing. I raised my hips, grinding against his mouth.

“Please, Tristan,” I grunted. I wanted the shorts out of the way.

He pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed, staring at me. “How quiet can you be? The twins are next door. I would hate for them to be traumatized by their parents’ loud sex.”

“I’ll try my best.” I laughed.

He smirked and pulled my shorts down along with my panties. He went down on his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to his face. He leaned closer and inhaled. I went red when he groaned in pleasure.

“Just for me,” he whispered, kissing the inside of my thighs.

I was too turned on to question what he meant by that.

I bit on my lips to hold back the sounds of pleasure. I thought I could keep the sound down, but immediately, Tristan spread me open with his fingers and licked me senseless. My moan was loud. I grabbed a pillow and covered my face.

“I want to see your face,” Tristan said, pinching my hip.

I pushed the pillow aside and met his eyes. “Fuck you,” I said as I saw him smiling at my struggle to stay quiet.

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