Page 80 of Tristano

So instead, I grip her by the hair, pulling her off of me. Her lips are red and puffy like after I kissed her earlier. It makes me smirk at the memory.

I knew she would look gorgeous like this.

She pouts up at me. “I wasn’t done.”

“I know. I want to feel your heat around me. The first time I come with you, I want to be inside you.”

She licks her lips before biting into her bottom lip.

“I’d like that.”

Offering her a hand, I help her off her knees before backing her onto the bed. Once she’s on her back, I move toward the nightstand, pulling a condom out.

When I turn back, she’s frowning at me.

“I bought these the other day when I went out. I didn’t want to make assumptions, but I wanted to be ready. I figured you aren’t on any birth control, and I know we aren’t ready for kids yet,” I explain.

Her worries melt off her face as a look of wonder fills it instead.

“You want to have babies with me?”

Slipping the condom on, I climb on top of her, settling between her legs.

“Anima gemella,I plan to marry you as soon as I have you so sex drunk that you can’t say no. Then I plan to fill you up until we have a whole baseball team of kids.”

Her eyes widen. “I don’t want that many kids, Tris. Like three tops.”

I kiss her nose. “We can discuss that later. I’d rather get to the practicing part now if you don’t mind.”

She laughs, and I swear my heart lightens. Most guys would feel insecure in this moment, but it brings me joy. I love making her happy.

Leaning down, I kiss her, her mouth still smiling. Then I kiss her again. I keep pressing kisses to her lips until she opens her mouth against me, chasing me as I try to withdraw.

Once I have her good and distracted, I hike her legs up onto my hips, lining myself up at her entrance. I made sure she was nice and wet, but she’s tight. This is still likely to be slightly painful.

Rather than thrust into her in one go, I press against her, slipping in a bit. She gasps against my mouth, but I continue to kiss her. Then I pull out and thrust further. I keep doing this until I’m deep inside of her.

Then I pause.

I have slept with other women, but none have ever made me feel anywhere close to the way I feel right now. I don’t know if it’s because this is more than a fuck for me or what, but emotions start to swell around inside of me.

I take a moment, my head falling to her chest as I breathe. She strokes my hair, letting me have this moment.

After several moments of silence, she whispers, “I’m not glass. Fuck me, Tris.”

Looking up at her, I see the woman who I am going to marry. The one I will spend the rest of my life with. By god, I would do anything for this woman, so if she wants me to fuck her, I’m going to fuck her until she can’t see straight.

Nipping her lip, I start to thrust against her. She moves with me, creating her own friction. Moving one leg up onto my shoulder, I angle her hips up until she’s making this adorable little squeaking noise every time I hit her deep. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she moans out.

Reaching between us, I stroke her clit, loving the way her body is shaking against me, her pussy squeezing me like it wants to eat me. I’ll gladly let it have me if it lets me feel like this forever.

I feel the moment she orgasms, her body going taut as she lets out this guttural moan. I continue fucking her, my own release close.

Then she goes limp, her eyes falling closed. Two more thrusts, and I spill inside of the condom wishing it was her I was painting white.

Kissing her face, I let myself come down from the intense orgasm. After a moment, I realize Serena isn’t with me anymore.

“Serena, baby?” I hiss at her.

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