Page 46 of Bossing My Holiday
I can’t formulate a response to that. I can’t understand how any of that works or makes sense. Not with him inside of me. Lucky for me, he doesn’t expect one as he slides almost all the way out of me and then thrusts back in with a force that has me whimpering. He starts to fuck me now, fucking into me with powerful, deep pumps that have me gasping and winded. I lift my hips higher, angling myself to take him in deeper, as deep as I can.
My arms wrap around his neck, and he peppers me with kisses on my neck, my jaw, my face, and my lips. We’re both panting, lost in this push and pull, this thrust and slide. I can’tget enough of it. The heat of his body and the feel of his chest against mine.
His hand grips my upper thigh, holding me up as he adjusts and comes higher up on his knees, taking me with him. He starts to pound into me, the bed making noises that have us both pausing and staring wide-eyed at each other.
“Shit.” He laughs. “That’s going to be a problem.”
“Shhh,” I hiss, my gaze slingshotting up to the ceiling and then back at him.
“Are you telling me to speed this up?”
“Yes!”
“But I don’t want to.” He’s getting far too much enjoyment out of this scenario. He starts to rock into me, his pace slowing, but hell, he’s deep. “I want to take my time. That’s what my girlfriend deserves from me.”
I smack his shoulder for calling me his girlfriend when he’s inside of me, and then gasp as he hits me in the perfect spot.
“You like that?”
I nod.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes. But quiet!”
He chuckles, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Always bossing me around, Waverly. I thought I was the boss.”
“That’s the illusion I give you. Now fuck me and make us both come.”
He picks up his pace, fucking harder into me, right on that spot that’s going to send me flying over the edge.
“For the record, I’m still in charge.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever you say.” My eyes close, and I hold on tighter. I’m so close. “Right there. Harder.”
“Demanding little thing.” He grunts, doing as I ask, pistoning in and out with delicious wet slides and perfect precision. He pops his thumb in his mouth and takes the wet digit and slides it between us before he starts rubbing vigorouscircles on my clit. Between that and the spot he’s repeatedly hitting inside of me, I can’t hold off another second.
I detonate, coming hard and fast and evidently loudly because Tristan’s mouth slams down on mine, and he swallows my moans. The moment I start to sag, he gives two more thrusts and stills, his face dropping into my neck where he groans and grunts his release inside me before collapsing on me, holding me tight, and breathing hard, still inside of me.
“Worth every penny.”
I smack his shoulder. “Oh my god! You did not just say that?!”
He laughs, popping his head up and gazing at me with sparkling blue eyes and a smile that’s all sexy. He runs his fingers through my hair, just staring at me before he whispers, “I think this might be the best morning I’ve ever had.” He kisses me, and I melt into him. A little too much.
Especially as he starts to rock into me again, feeling me like this.
He groans. “As much as I want to keep you like this all day, we should get cleaned up. I’m sure everyone will be awake any minute.” His head tilts. “Or we could wait for Brax.”
“What?”
Before he can clarify, there’s a knock on the door. “Tristan? Are you awake, honey? I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up, and you’re always such an early riser. I hope it’s okay that I let myself in.”
My eyes go wide, and my heart picks up. We exchangeoh shitglances.
His mother.
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