Page 94 of Heart to Heart
I was full to bursting, my toes tingling, the euphoria rising. If this was how great sex could be, I was glad Guy had dumped me. Maybe I’ll send him a thank you card when this is all said and done.
“Just like that,” I cried out, arching my back once more. I wrapped my legs around him, and he, sensing I was close, intensified his carnal prayer until, with one final moan, my release exploded into a Category 5 orgasm.
I was rubber. Boneless. Incapable of standing on my own two feet, and I didn’t care whether I ever would again. Just as sated, Tristan collapsed next to me, pleased with himself. “I’ll never get tired of watching you come.”
I rolled over on top of him. “And I’ll never get tired of you making me, but as much fun as it’s been for me,” I unbuttoned his jeans, slowly working the zipper down, “I believe I owe a debt to you that needs to be repaid. Twofold.”
My hand worked its way inside his jeans, gripping the hard length of his cock through his boxers. He groaned, raising his lower half in the air so that I could pull his pants off easier. “Do you have protection?” I asked.
“Pocket.”
Tugging his jeans the rest of the way down, I reached inside the pocket and produced a handful of foil packets. “Someone was a little confident.”
He smiled. “More like I saw how you looked at me when I told Kamila we wouldn’t be sharing a room tonight. I figured the odds were in my favor.”
“My poker face wasn’t very pokery, eh?”
“More like the face of one of those homeless puppies in a Sarah McLachlan commercial.”
“These aren’t the ones Kiki gave you, are they?” I asked, holding up a condom.
“Absolutely not. If I’m being honest, your friend scares me a little.”
“If I’m being honest, she scares me, too.”
“Avery,” Tristan sat up on his elbows, “are you stalling?”
“Maybe I want to make you wait as long as you’ve made me.”
“Okay, then.” In one fluid motion, he slid his boxer shorts off like a magician doing a parlor trick with a tablecloth. “Wait all you want.”
I slid my hand up his thigh, watching him watching me grip his cock and pump my hand up and down the length of the shaft before leaning in to take it between my lips.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “If you keep that up, you’re going to finish me off. Please, Avery, let me have you.”
Second only to Tristan wanting me with the same intensity that I wanted him was him begging me to let him fuck me. But instead of giving in to him, I took him in deeper, my lips curling around his cock, my hand continuing its work, disturbed only by the sound of foil ripping.
I looked up to see him ripping open one of the packets with his teeth, discarding it as he sat up and took my hand to guide it down his erection.
“I wish you would have shown this level of impatience earlier.”
“Believe me, I wanted to.” He hooked his arm around my waist, pulling me into him, stopping just short of claiming me.
Looking into his eyes, I lowered myself down onto his lap as he caressed my cheek, pushing strands of hair out of my face so he could see me better in the light of the moon. Our eyes locked, our mutual desire evident by the hitch in each of our breaths. Tristan pushed himself inside of me, his groan quickly becoming my favorite part of the night.
“Fuck, Avery,” he grunted, his voice hoarse. “You taste like heaven, but you feel like sin.”
He thrust into me harder, and I moaned, only making him quicken his pace. Not to be outdone, I matched his thrusts, rocking my hips in time with his, the fullness of him bringing me back to skirting the edge again as even our breathing grew heavy in unison. I threw my head back, allowing him to lean in to kiss my neck, never once losing his rhythm.
“Put your legs around me,” he commanded, and as I did, he leaned down with me on the bed, picking up his pace even more. My hands found their way around his body, nails digging into his back, his taut muscles growing slick with sweat.
“Tristan,” I panted, “I’m so close.”
“So am I. Hold off for me. I want us to finish together.”
Intensity building, I bucked my hips, meeting his, our breathing turning from heavy to erratic. He gripped my hips, thrusting himself even deeper inside of me, his body quivering as he neared his own unraveling. “I love you, Avery. Dammit, I love you,” he groaned in my ear, resting his head in the space between my head and my shoulder.
Hearing him say those words to me, knowing that he meant them unequivocally, was enough to send me over again. But as I fell, this time, Tristan fell with me, his moans ragged, his body stiffening with his own sweet release.
