Page 51 of Paradise in Progress
Gone is the swishing of the overhead fan blades and the whirring of the air conditioning unit. No noise is left except for the whooshing of our hearts beating at a rapid pace.
His hold tightens, squeezing the delicate flesh near my thundering pulse. When I gasp at the feeling, Tristan takes full advantage of my lips parting as he plunges his tongue into my waiting mouth. The movement has me melting into his broad chest.
As our tongues tangle and lips devour, we exchange moans filled with hunger. Everything in this moment is heated with raw desire. This is when everything changes. Our working relationship will never be the same again. All the years of dueling are being erased with every kiss and sensual touch.
Tristan is the first to break the kiss as his eyes land on mine. Our chests heave, my panties are completely soaked, and I can tell he’s just as aroused as I am based on the erection digging into my stomach.
As we watch each other, our gazes reflect the same thing. This was just the beginning. It’s been a long time coming and both of us are ready to embrace whatever this spark between us is.
“Dammit, Firecracker,” he rasps. “I knew kissing you would blow my mind, but I never realized how much you would ruin me.”
“Then why did you stop?” I ask, holding back a whimper. He has me feeling needier than I ever have and we’ve barely done anything.
He flashes me his signature smirk. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”
Tristan drops to his knees in front of me again. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine this scene. Fingers trail up my legs as he finds the hidden zipper on the side of my skirt and pulls it down the rest of the way from where I started it before he came marching into my room. Fabric pools at my feet and I watch his eyes widen. I’m standing before him in sandals and a sage-colored lacy thong, my upper half still covered by the off-the-shoulder cropped top.
“So fucking perfect.” His voice is deep and raspy as his fingers smooth back up my legs before slipping underneath the tiny strap holding the scraps of fabric together. Trailing the lace down my legs, he tosses it behind him before finding me watching him again.
“Such a pretty pussy.” His eyebrow quirks, as if he’s asking for permission, and with a terse nod, I grant him what he’s desperate for. His nose slides across my bare pussy, a groan rumbling past his lips before he’s covering my mound with his mouth.
His words make me tremble. I’ve never had a man speak to me in such a filthy manner. The words only turn me on more, causing me to spread my legs wider to make room for his strong shoulders. I’ve become so desperate for this man’s touch, and we’vebarely begun.
Tristan licks me from slit to opening, before flicking my clit with his tongue. My head snaps out as I release a guttural moan, one I don’t even recognize the sound of. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by a man. So long since someone has tasted me. Not that I have much experience in that department, which is why his sudden action surprises me most. Reaching one hand behind my thigh, he widens my legs before propping my leg on his shoulder. “Keep this here, baby.”
He sucks my folds into his mouth as he places a finger at my entrance. I’m wet and needy and desperate for more, more, more. Looking up at me, he chuckles against my skin. Apparently, I mumbled “more” because that’s what Tristan gives me.
“Oh god,” I moan.
He plunges a second finger into my pussy as he begins working me from the inside while he sucks my sensitive clit into his mouth and nibbles. A tightness coils inside my belly as I ride his face and fingers.
“Yes, Tristan. Oh my god, right there,” I chant, reveling in the way he’s playing my body as if it’s his favorite instrument.
Breaking away, his tongue laps at my entrance as he eats me like a starved man while he finger-fucks me with fervor. It doesn’t take long before I feel the build-up pushing me right over the edge of ecstasy.
“Tristan!”
His mouth pops free, but his fingers continue pumping in and out of my pussy. I can hear how aroused I am by the sounds of my wetness against his hand. He stares up at me from his vantage point on the ground as he watches me fall apart.
“That’s it, Firecracker,” he grunts as he pushes a third finger inside of me. “Fuuuuck. You look so perfect coming on my fingers. I can’t wait to watch you come on my cock.”
His filthy words are the final push I need before I’m coming with a cry as my body trembles. Chest heaving, Tristan continues to rub circles against my swollen clit as he milks the rest of my orgasm, which feels like it’s never going to end. My knees weaken, and before I have a chance to sag onto the carpet, a strong arm wraps around my waist.
Looking up in a pleasured daze, I find my Tristan’s lust-filled eyes. He brings his fingers to his mouth, the ones that were just inside of me, and sucks them clean. I swear I could come again just from the sight. A drunken smile spreads across my face, and I reach my hand around the back of his neck. Pulling his face to mine, I kiss him deeply. The saltiness of my essence hits my tongue as I let out another moan.
But before I have a chance to climb back onto my bed and pull Tristan on top of me, he’s planting tiny kisses on my forehead before trailing them down my cheek and across my jaw.
“So fucking perfect when you come, Kennedy,” he whispers in my ear. Grazing my hand down his still-clothed body, my fingers find his hard cock and, suddenly, I feel the moisture beginning to drip down my legs. He’s huge, and my pussy throbs at what it would feel like to have him sink inside me.
A soft chuckle leaves his lips, always reading my mind. “Not tonight, Ken.”
I can’t help the pouty lips I give him, which has him even more amused. “Tonight was about you, but don’t worry, Firecracker. I cannot wait to sink my cock inside your tight pussy.”
“Who knew you had such a filthy mouth?” I question on a sigh. “And who knew I would be into it?”
“Only with you,” he whispers against my lips before he kisses me. It seems he can’t keep his hands off my body now that we’ve opened the door. And I can’t say I hate it.
With a smack to my ass, he reaches for my hand and ushers me to my bed. “Now sleep, pretty girl.”
