Page 126 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?
"I don't think so. Iknowit." His breathing was heavy. "Look what you do to me."
He gestured downwards and I could easily see his thick bulge straining beneath his pants, impossibly large.
"Oh." I sighed.
He toyed with the straps of my dress, pulling them down, not exactly gentle as my breasts popped out, heavy, aroused, nipples already puckering in the cool air.
"God," he hissed. "You have no idea how obsessed I am with your tits. Every time I'm in the shower, this is what I'm thinking about, wishing like crazy you were in there with me."
My gamble to not wear a bra had paid off because Tristan was all over me, his hands, his mouth, his tongue, kneading one breast and sucking the nipple of the other.
He let go, then swirled his tongue around before sucking again, this time harder, groaning like he couldn't get enough, sending a zing of pleasure directly to my clit.
"So fucking perfect," he groaned.
All the breast achiness I'd felt transformed into pure pleasure, pure ecstasy at what he was doing to me.
And then one of his hands slid lower, down the side of my dress-covered waist, skimming my hip and then ghostingbetween my legs, making me absolutely insane for this man to touch me there.
"Please," I begged.
Thank the universe he didn't make me wait any longer, because suddenly I found myself sitting on the couch, my panties flung to the corner, and Tristan's firm hands parting my thighs, his eyes devouring me.
"Goddamn," he said. "Can you see yourself in the mirror?"
Looking past his shoulder, I could indeed see myself, and I hardly recognized the woman before me, my cheeks flushed, my lips kiss-swollen, my dress hiked up to reveal my pussy.
"I can't wait to fucking taste you again," he groaned, right before his head lowered between my legs.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he licked me in one long, slow stroke before his tongue circled my clit, then flicked me over and over.
I forced my head up, because my God, I needed to see this. Tristan on his knees, my legs spread wide for him, his face buried in my wet pussy.
His tongue plunged inside me then, and it was everything I could do to keep my head up as I bucked against his mouth, my body twisting and writhing as he held me open with his strong grip, tongue-fucking me into oblivion.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, a loud breathy moan escaped me. "Tristan, oh, my God."
"Yes, baby," he answered, his voice a rasp. "Come on my tongue. I want to feel it, feel you fall apart against my mouth."
My thighs clamped around his head as he plunged two fingers into me, curving them just right.
"Tristan..." I cried out.
But he didn't answer, too busy sucking my clit, fingers plunging in and out, stroking me in a way that made my toes curl.
And then it crashed into me, an orgasm so strong it turned me into a gasping, trembling mess, and Tristan got exactly what he'd asked for, me coming against his mouth, which was hopefully not too much.
"That was so fucking hot," he mumbled, his deep voice rumbling through my still-quivering pussy.
This man. How did he always seem to know exactly what I wanted to hear?
The feeling was beyond words, and I realized there was nothing more I wanted in the world right now than to have this man inside me.
"Please," I whimpered. "I want you. Ineedyou."
Standing up, towering over me, he shrugged off his suit jacket, then made short work of his shirt, tossing them both aside without a care.
After toeing off his shoes, he impatiently shoved down his pants along with his boxers, not wasting any time revealing his long, thick cock.
