Page 26 of Absinthe Dreams
Between one breath and the next, she's flat on her back beneath me, and I'm breathing like I just ran a marathon. And she knows exactly what she did. She fucking smiles at me, her tongue swiping along her bottom lip like she's lapping up my taste.
"Delicious," she whispers.
I snarl her name, yanking her legs up over my hips. Both of them. Same time. It puts her perfect pussy right up against my cock. I feel her dripping on me, and I'm not sure which of us enjoys it more. We both moan. We both shake.
"I want to fuck you into next week right now," I growl against the side of her throat.
"What's stopping you?"
I lift my head to meet her gaze. "The fact that I won't survive hurting you."
Her expression softens, amusement morphing to something deeper, some emotion I'm not sure I know how to name. It's shock, awe, and adoration all at once.
"You won't hurt me, Tryst," she whispers, reaching up to cup my jaw. "I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I haven't played."
"What the fuck?" I scowl down at her, a hot surge of possessive jealousy rushing through me. It's not like I have a right to feel it. Until today, she wasn't mine. No, fuck that. Shewasmine. She's always been mine. And even though I thought she hated me, I never could stand the thought of her with anyone else. Anytime another man was even mentioned in relation to her, I made sure to show up to shut that shit down. I'm not even sure there was ever anything to shut down. She never paid anyone else any attention, but I showed up and made her see me anyway.
She immediately rolls her eyes at me. "Easy there, tiger. That's not what I meant. There's never been anyone else. Not even a date, Trystan." Her cheeks flush at the admission. "But I'm twenty-four. I have needs. I learned how to handle them myself."
Fuck. Oh,fuck.
"You mean toys."
"Yes."
"Are you going to let me use them on you?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe, my ass," I growl, shifting so my dick bumps her clit. "Iwillbe using them on you. Every goddamn one you own, Chloe, just to ensure you remember what I did to you with them every time you touch them."
She whimpers my name, clinging to my shoulders.
I shift my hips again, and then again, just to hear her say my name like that once more. But after a few seconds, I'm no longer sure which of us I'm torturing. She's scorching hot and soaking wet, and I am dying to feel her wrapped around me.
"Kiss me, Chloe."
"So bossy," she complains softly.
"Shut up and kiss me," I growl, claiming her mouth before she has a chance to respond. I'm not interested in silencing her, though. Frankly, I don't give a fuck what she calls me. I want to hear everything she has to say. But if I'm not inside her in the next two seconds, I'm going to snap this bedframe in half.
She melts beneath me, kissing me back like she never wants to stop. It doesn't help calm me down any at all. If anything, it makes me that much more desperate.
I line up at her entrance, praying I make her come before I do. I refuse to accept anything less.
"Trystan," she whispers, her head falling back as I slowly push inside. And fuck me, I want to cry. She's burning hot and so fucking tight. She's here right now, wrapped around me andclinging like she never wants to let me go. This isn't perfection. It's an entirely different plane of existence altogether.
"Christ, baby," I groan, my forehead against hers as I sink into her little by little, trying like hell to give her time to adjust. I don't know how big her toys are or how often she uses them, but I'm not a small guy.
She doesn't seem like she's in pain, though. She's moaning beneath me, whispering my name over and over. Every recitation has my blood boiling and my balls throbbing.
I kiss her again just to taste the way she moans.
My hips come to rest against hers.
Finally. Finally, I'm where I belong. We're where we belong. She's in my arms, wrapped around me,mine.The same way I've always been hers, body and soul.
"Christ, Coco," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Christ."
