Page 33 of Mine To Take

With a half-amused grin, he runs one hand from my calf to my thigh. The touch is almost innocent, but it makes me tremble and ache. Anxiety disappears, replaced by raw desire. I want him to touch me in the most intimate ways, until there’s nothing left between us.

Tristan’s eyes follow his hand as it travels down along my inner thigh. My legs fall farther open. When he reaches the juncture of my thighs, he strokes between my legs, letting his thumb brush my clit for one sweet moment before he slips it inside me.

A sound of pleasure escapes me as my body contracts around his invasion, wet and wanting more. He slips his thumb deeper, then pulls it out before replacing it with another finger and rolling his wet thumb around my clit in delicious strokes.

My eyes close. I lick my lips, helpless against the warm rush of pleasure building at my core. My body moves in time with his touch. He strokes his free hand over my belly, moving upwards to cup my breast and squeeze one nipple between his fingers.

“Tristan…” I gasp.

“Hmm.” There’s a teasing glint in his eyes. A small smile curving his sensuous lips. I moan as he slides another finger inside me. I’m so close to coming. His hand leaves my breast, then he’s moving lower. His thumb slides over my clit one last time, then he replaces it with his lips and tongue.

My hips jerk off the bed. With his fingers inside me and his tongue circling my clit, it only takes a few moments before I explode, crying out his name as I come. His fingers slip out of me, and he licks my clit, ignoring my helpless shudders.

Slowly, my body stops shaking, and I gaze at him from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, blissed out for the second time in just a few hours.

He’s looking at my face. “You okay?”

I roll my eyes. “What do you think?”

He chuckles, then comes to lie beside me. With one hand, he draws me close to him so we’re lying face to face. Our bodies fit perfectly, naked and warm. Moving my head, I nip at his mouth, tasting my pleasure on his lips. With our legs entwined, I can feel his arousal pressing against my thighs. I want him inside me, but he seems content with kissing me.

Impatiently, I reach for him, curling my fingers around his width. He’s thick and hard and arousal tightens in my belly at the thought of him inside me, of his fit, powerful body moving as he fucks me.

Wetting my lips, I stroke him, loving the feel of satiny skin stretched over his steely length. He lets out a deep exhale. Encouraged, I keep going. There’s a pearl of moisture at the head of his cock and I spread it around with my fingers, watching with satisfaction as his eyes close. Moving with deliberate slowness, I slide down his body and take him in my mouth.

Tristan groans, and I hold his gaze for a hot moment, then lick around the head of his cock. His hips flex and I take him deeper.

“You’re so hot.” His voice is tight with strain and helpless arousal. “So fucking hot.”

In response, I suck him deeper, and with a groan, he grabs me and pulls me up over his body, then rolls over me. Once I’m beneath him, he parts my thighs with his knee and settles between my legs. In reply, I rock my hips, inviting him inside me.

“You ready?”

I nod.

I feel the head of his cock pressing against me, then slowly, he slides into me. He fills me, stretching me so tight, my body arches and I let out a gasp of pure pleasure.

“Oh, Tristan.”

His chest tightens, and he starts to move, in and out, again and again. He feels so perfectly divine, better than anything I’ve ever felt. My hands roam his shoulders, his back, pulling him closer, deeper.

“Christ,” he groans in my ear. Then he’s placing tender kisses all over my face and neck. “You okay?”

“Perfect.”

“You feel perfect.”

I close my eyes and he pushes deep into me, sliding in and out in thick delicious thrusts until I can barely take the pleasure anymore. I feel like I’m going crazy. As I lose control, I moan his name over and over. He moves faster, and I let go, trusting him completely, screaming his name as I come.

He’s close behind me. Whispering my name, he slams into me one last time and comes with a shudder and a deep groan.

We’re still for a few moments. Then Tristan cradles my body in his and kisses my neck. I’m weak with satisfaction, overwhelmed by all the sensations flowing through my limbs.

“Have I mentioned how good you smell?” he whispers in my ear.

“Hmm,” I reply, too blissed out to make words.

I feel his chest vibrate. He starts to draw circles on my bare skin with the tips of his fingers, and I soon doze off. When I wake, the only light in the room is from the full moon outside. I’m still naked, but now I’m under the covers.

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