Page 27 of Pucking Unhinged
It shatters something inside me because she wants to know what this connection should feel like. She wants to override what happened between us the first time, and I’m going to my damn hardest to push that memory out of her mind. Because this girl is standing here, telling me what I’ve always known.
Winter belongs to me.
“Mine,” I rasp as I kiss her so reverently and greedily all at the same time. My hands roam down her sides, memorizing every curve, every shiver as she breathes me in. I peel her tank top up, my knuckles brushing the warm skin of her stomach before I tug it over her head. I want to fucking punch myself for doing something to break our kiss, that’s how fucking much I need her. I want to be connected at every point. I don’t want to know where my girl begins and I end. I hope she knows what she’s agreeing to right now. If she thought I was bad before, hovering over her, watching her, beating the fuck out of anyone who tried to come close to her. I’m about to be so much worse. She’s going to be lucky if I let her out of our bed…ever.
Fuck.
My mouth finds her throat, sucking and licking, dragging across the sweet hollow until she’s gasping. She wants this. She wants me, and that thought alone is enough to send me into another dimension.
When I finally pull back enough to look at her beautiful body, I almost lose it and come in my pants again. I suspect that will be a common theme for us, because I could come at just the thought of her allowing me to touch her. Winter’s dusky pink nipples are tight little peaks, hard and begging for my mouth. I groan, dipping my head quite a bit before closing my lips around one. I suck it into my mouth while rolling the other between my fingers. Winter arches into me, a soft whimper spilling out that makes my cock throb so hard it’s painful.
I switch, licking across the swell of her breast before sucking the other nipple, biting it just enough to make her gasp. But it’s too much for me because I can’t stay away from her mouth. My hand slides up, curling around the back of her neck as I crush my lips to hers again, kissing her like I’m drinking her in, like I’ll die if I don’t taste her every second.
I’m fucking pissed that I don’t have more mouths and hands, because I want to touch her and kiss her everywhere all at once.
“You have no idea what you mean to me,” I rasp against her lips, forehead pressed to hers. My voice breaks, raw. “I can’t find the words to describe it. How do you describe something so fucking earth-shattering that you know no one else has ever experienced this deeply? There isn’t a word for it.”
She cups my jaw, eyes glassy and wild just for me. “I don’t need the words. I just need you, Tristan.”
The way she says my name so deliciously sensual and so completely comforting is going to ruin me. She’s exactly what I need all the time, never fails, without question.
Her mouth claims mine this time, and I swear it feels like prayer. I worship her with my hands, sliding down her back, tracing her hips, greedy for every inch of her soft skin. I’m in awe of her, every perfect line, every curve of her beautiful body. She’s warm and pliant, breasts pressed to my chest, her skin softer than anything I’ve ever touched in my goddamn life.
My hand slips lower, sliding under her shorts, under the thin lace, and then…fuck, I feel her pussy, bare and silken and so wet for me it makes my vision blur. I groan against her mouth, my eyes roll up for half a second because she’s too fucking perfect. My fingers tremble as I trace the softest skin I’ve ever known.
“I need to be inside you,” I choke out, my forehead pressed to hers, my voice so raw with need. My hand moves against her, and she shudders. “But first…I need to taste you.”
“Tristan,” she breathes out, but I don’t give her a chance to protest. I’m undressing both of us and scooping her up in my arms. She’s never experienced what I’m about to do to her, and to be fair, neither have I. But I’ve researched how to bring her pleasure with my tongue, my fingers, my aching cock. I don’t think I ever thought I’d make it out of this purgatory we’ve been in to actually try the things I read about, but I’m so gladthe time is now. People would be surprised at how many peer-reviewed scholarly articles are written on the subject, and with the many sleepless nights I’ve spent…I was a fucking sponge for knowledge on the subject. I just need to calm down and try not to fuck this up. I want her to be boneless with orgasmic pleasure when I’m finished with her. I want her to fall asleep with my name on her tongue.
I lay Winter back on the bed carefully, like she’s the most precious thing I’ll ever hold. Because she certainly fucking is, and on top of that, she’s the only woman I’ll ever touch. Her hair spills across the pillow, eyes wide and shining up at me, lips swollen from how hard I’ve already kissed her. My chest is heaving, but I dip down anyway, brushing my mouth against hers one more time. I can’t stop.
I don’t ever want to stop.
TRISTAN
My lips trail down her neck, biting lightly, sucking until her skin blooms pink beneath my mouth. My girl arches for me, chest rising, and I take one breast into my mouth, sucking deep and slow until she whimpers. Inadvertently, I match her sound, a strangled whine that can only be my need to be inside her fully vibrates in my throat. This girl ruins me, just by allowing me to touch her. My hand cups her other breast, thumb flicking over the hardened peak. I feel like I’m unraveling, like I’ll lose my fucking mind from how good she feels and tastes.
I lift my head, looking at her, memorizing her trembling body under mine. “We can never go back, dushen’ka,” I rasp, voice breaking. I need her to understand that even if she stops me right now, says she’s not ready, and we spend the rest of the night cuddling in this bed, too much has happened. Things will never be the same between us. I cannot go back to the way they were before I kissed her sweet lips. “I’ve had a taste of you. I know how you feel in my hands. I’ll never survive if I can’t worship you every day for the rest of my life and every life after.”
Winter’s eyes gloss with heat, lips parting like she’s trying to concentrate enough to get out whatever she wants to say to me.She says, “I want us to be like this, Tristan. I want to hold your hand in public. Not just you holding my wrist to keep me close. I want to kiss you goodbye and hello, and I still want you to pop up wherever I am, but you won’t need the excuse of keeping me safe. I want everyone to know that I fully belong to you, because I do. I have. I always have.”
I’m not prepared for the choked whimper that leaves my throat, but it makes her smile softly at me, stroking my cheek. Winter is giving herself over to me, and the very thought alone rips me wide open.
I will kiss her good morning and goodnight every fucking day. I will hold her hand any chance I get, and you better believe every motherfucker on this planet is going to know who this girl belongs to.
I kiss down her sternum, soft, reverent, then lower, trailing along the delicate line of her ribs. Her belly flutters under my lips when I kiss her there, and my hands hook onto her thighs, parting them in the most delicious motion. I’ll replay it over and over, because she’s a fucking goddess.
I freeze, my breath catching, and my cock jerks painfully because…FUCK. She’s spread out before me, back arched, legs parted, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I groan, falling forward, and bury my face between her thighs. The first taste of her smooth, warm skin makes me dizzy, salty-sweet, perfect. I lick up her pussy, tongue circling her clit just like I read about, and it works. Winter cries out, fingers diving into my hair, tugging hard enough to make my hips jerk forward. Something primal inside me snaps. I want to be inside of her. I want to fuck my hips into her, stretch her with my cock and fill her with every drop of my cum. I eat her like a starving man, gripping her thighs hard enough I know it’ll leave marks.
“Fuck…I’m sorry, baby,” I pant, pulling back for half a second, realizing how tight my fingers are digging into her soft skin.
Her hips roll up, desperate, her voice breaking as she says, “I like it. Mark me, Tristan. I want to see your fingerprints on me in the morning. I want to look at my skin and remember everything you gave me tonight.”
I groan against her pussy, my dick twitching, pre-come wetting the sheet below me. “Christ, you’re going to kill me.”
I shove her thighs back, folding her in half so I can get closer, get deeper. I do what she asks, because fuck if I don’t want to see my marks on her. I want to wake up in the morning and run my tongue all over them before I fuck her for another round.
