Page 103 of Cookout Carnage
‘Sherilyn—’
She leaned over and sank her mouth down over his cock.
‘Sherilyn!’
She let go with a pop. ‘Yes, Tristan?’
‘Erm, er.’ He seemed to be struggling to form a sentence.
She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the head while looking at him through her lashes. ‘Mmmm?’
He threw his head back and let out a tortured yell, clutching at the comforter. She giggled and ran to the bathroom, returning with a condom. She ripped open the packet, unfurled it over his length and straddled him.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Hot Sauce, I’ve been ready for the last sixteen months.’
She positioned him at her entrance and started sinking down. The stretch as she opened to him sent sweet shocks radiating out through her core. She held his gaze, breathing with him as she worked herself onto him. As he filled her body, he filled her soul. This was it. This was everything. Their union perfect and complete. After so long, they were finally and truly together. The connection that had sustained them over a year and thousands of miles of ocean was now binding their bodies together. She contracted her muscles, dragging them up his length as she raised up, before dropping with a gasp as her body lit up. She did it again, feeling another orgasm gathering inside. He held her gaze with blistering intensity.
‘Take it,’ he urged, his voice tight. ‘Take it all.’
So, she did. She gripped his shoulders as she rode him. Her hips circled and rocked until she found the place where his cock made her see stars. She threw her head back, her mouth open in ecstasy as pleasure rushed through her.Yes, yes, yes, yes.
‘Yes, yes, fuck, yes.’ His voice was low and rough, prickling her skin.
Then his hips thrust up to meet hers and she was lost. Her climax detonated deep within, exploding in ever expanding pulses of light, blinding her with pleasure. She collapsed forward and he held her to his chest, pounding his own release as he roared her name.
As they floated back to earth, he stroked slowly down her back. She lifted off and collapsed next to him. He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. ‘Back in a bit,’ he whispered.
She heard him go into the bathroom, then he returned, wrapping her in his arms. She buried her face into his neck. He smelled so right.
‘I don’t know if you cured me or broke me,’ she whispered.
His smile pressed against her lips.
‘Well, it won’t be science unless we repeatedly test the hypothesis, darling beloved,’ he replied.
She raised her head. ‘What happened to Hot Sauce?’
His eyes were so blue she could drown in them.
‘It’s your name. Sherilyn means “darling beloved”. Or “beautiful beloved princess”.’ He kissed her. ‘I’m alternating them with Hot Sauce depending on my mood.’
She blinked rapidly. ‘Sherilyn’ might mean those things, but she would bet the farm ‘Sherri-Lynne’ didn’t. She hid her face in his neck again.
‘I didn’t know your father died when you and your sister were children.’
She felt him stiffen beside her.Way to go with the mood killer, Sherri-Lynne.
‘Sorry, Tris. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.’
He hugged her tighter. ‘No, it’s fine. I wanted to tell you about it, but it never seemed like the right moment.’ He took a breath as if to speak, then held it. She waited. He released it on a huff. ‘If you want to know, that is?’
She raised her head to look at him. ‘I want to know everything about you.’
He turned his head to stare at the wall. ‘You might regret saying that.’
‘Never,’ she replied, kissing his cheek.
