Page 75 of Paradise in Progress
“I love you,” I tell her, overcome by how safe she feels with me.
“I love you, too.”
It feels like an eternity passes as the two of us stare at each other. In those moments, it’s as if our souls are coming home, tangling themselves in one another with silent words that don’t need to be spoken.
As if someone cut the string tethering us together, I fall forward, crushing my lips to hers. Tongues duel and teeth gnash as our bodiesvibrate with need. The thrust of my tongue against hers has her hips driving forward. I place carnal kisses down her jaw, her neck, and her chest as I suck a breast into my mouth. Flicking her pebbled nipple with my tongue, I bite down gently, which has her crying out.
Her hands find the nape of my neck as she holds me to her. Sucking and nibbling, I kiss her wholly while my hand finds her wet pussy. I thrust two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench. She cries out again as I continue pumping deep inside her, bringing her closer and closer to her release.
“Tristan—” she pleads. “I’m so close.”
My thumb lands on her swollen clit, and as I press down, continuing to pump inside her until she’s screaming my name.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as my hooded gaze stares down at her. My cock aches as pre-cum oozes from my tip. I need to be inside her, and now. I’ll never grow tired of the sight of Kennedy Reed coming from my touch. It’s the sexiest fucking thing—her flushed cheeks, parted lips, heaving chest.
Sliding my fingers from her pulsing pussy, I grip my cock with my wet fingers.
“Roll over, Firecracker.”
She does as I say and moves until she’s on her knees, away from me. Bending down on her elbows, she lifts her ass in the air, and I admire this angle. With a few quick pumps, I line up to her entrance and thrust inside. She gasps as I fill her completely, and I pause for a second to let her adjust to my size.
“Move, Tristan. For the love of God, move.”
I smack my hand against her ass and feel her clenching around my dick. From this position, I watch the skin of her cheek pinken with my handprint. Thrusting forward, my hips meet her backside.
“Hold on, baby.” Gripping her hips, I begin moving faster, and she matches my pace. Both of us are desperate to find more pleasure.
Her moans fuel me as I continue to thrust deeper. Reaching forward, I pinch her clit and feel her orgasm building once again. She plays with her tits as I continue pumping inside of her and working her swollen clit. Within seconds, she’s moaning as waves and waves of euphoria roll through her. I watch in fascination as I draw every ounce of her orgasm before quickening my pace.
My balls tighten, and I’m on the brink of coming. Thrusts grow more erratic as I roll my hips and hit her deeper and deeper. Watching her come unleashes a beast within me as I frantically fuck her.
The grip on her hips tightens, and I hope I’m not hurting her, but the idea of marking her, showing she’s mine, spurs me on. With one final thrust, I’m coming with a roar. Once I spill every last drop, I start to pull out of her and watch as our orgasms start to drip. With two fingers, I plunge our cum back inside her, pulling another whimper from her lips, before dropping my forehead to her lower back. Trailing kisses up her spine, I feel her panting against my head.
Lying beside her, I pull her into my arms. “You’re fucking perfect, Firecracker.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Golden Boy.”
We stay there in silence, the only sounds our breaths and the lapping of the waves on the shore. Stars sparkle in the sky as shadows of a passing ship flick across the horizon. It’s calm and peaceful with her in my arms, her head on my chest.
I place a small kiss on her forehead as I whisper, “I love you.” In this moment, it’s only her and I. I’m not sure how much time passes before I slip my shirt over her naked body and carry her back to our room.
I just hope she forgives me.
Chapter thirty-one
Kennedy
Tristan’s alarm wakes mefrom a peaceful rest. His hand trails up my bare thigh, over my hip, and across my stomach before pulling me closer. Our warm skin meets, and I melt into his embrace. Nuzzling my hair with his nose, he peppers tiny kisses down my neck before nipping at my shoulder.
“Morning, beautiful.” His voice is rough with sleep.
Tristan’s fingers trace lazy circles across my waist as goosebumps break over my skin, and desire pools between my thighs. My hand finds his, and I intertwine our fingers.
“Morning.” Shifting closer, I enjoy a few more moments of blissful serenity before the day's chaos begins.
“As much as I want to lay in bed with you all day, we’ve got to get up.”
I groan as Tristan leans over me and kisses my cheek. Rolling over in his arms, I toss a leg over his hip. He grumbles at the contact.
