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thoughts. I can
tell.” He leans in to kiss me again, and I allow it. Can he
really read me so well, or is he just good at figuring women out? I
don't want to think about the answer. I don't want to think about
anything.
He reaches up for
the straps of my dress and pushes them over my shoulders. My entire
body stiffens, and those red warning sirens turn back on, telling me
I should stop him. I don't though. The garment falls to the floor,
and I'm left standing there in the horrid granny panties Ethel kept
telling me not to wear. They've never embarrassed me before, but
right now I just want to die. I couldn't be any less sexy if I tried.
Tristan doesn't seem
to notice. He gazes down at my body with admiration. I can barely
look at him, though I do sneak a glance at his expression from time
to time, worried that he's judging me.
He wraps his arms
around me and unclasps my bra with deft ease. My breath hitches from
the sheer quickness of it. Despite what he said, he definitely has
experience at this. Loads of experience.
I feel my body
drawing into itself as he moves to pull the straps over my shoulders.
Almost the second my breasts are exposed, I'm covering myself with my
hands. This is so wrong. Why am I letting him do this to me?
“ Don't.”
He grabs my wrists, pulling them away so that he can see me. “You're
beautiful. Don't hide.”
I tremble slightly,
feeling more vulnerable than ever before. No guy has seen this much
of me. I don't think I should be letting him see this much of me.
He kisses my lips,
pressing our bodies together. My nipples perk against the firmness of
his chest. In fact, my whole body is coming to life from being so
close to him. I can feel moistness building in my panties. It's
strange to think that I'm wet for him. That I want him so much. But
the proof is all there.
He's still being
incredibly gentle, kissing me just enough to make me want more. Being
careful not to scare me away. I think it's apparent to both of us at
this point that I'm not going anywhere. While I could still run, I
don't want to. There are a million men in the world this could happen
with, but none of them would treat me so well. None of them would be
so caring. He knows exactly what he's doing. Why shouldn't I let it
happen? My morals are as old as dust. I could get raped by some
cretin tomorrow, and then I'd regret not taking this chance. If I
walk away now, I'll never have it again.
My thoughts are
drowned out as he kisses down my chest, drawing one of my nipples
into his mouth. The warm wetness feels exquisite as he sucks on the
swollen bud, twirling the other between his fingertips. I moan
softly, abashed by my body's reaction but unable to stop it.
“ Tristan,”
I try his name on for size. It tastes natural on my lips, like I
should be moaning it.
“ You're
so gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin. “So sweet.”
I bite my bottom
lip, allowing my head to roll back as he moves from one nipple to the
other, trading treatments. The wet one slips between his fingers, and
he pinches it for good measure, sending waves of pleasure pulsing to
my clit.
I don't want him to
stop, but he does stop. He kisses back up my chest and finds my lips
again, guiding me towards the bed. I can feel the tip of his hardened
cock rubbing against my legs and underwear as we walk. It's so crude
yet arousing at the same time. His body is ready for me, ready to
claim me and make me his. It's a scary thought, that I'm going to let
him inside of me. I've already decided though. Or rather, my body has
decided for me.
He lifts me up onto
the bed, then grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls them all
the way down and off. Again, I find myself covering up with my hands,
embarrassed by my nudity. This time, Tristan ignores it. He takes my
legs and places them over his shoulders, forcing me to lean back.
I stare up at the
ceiling, still in complete disbelief that in a single night, this guy
has managed to take down my protective
tell.” He leans in to kiss me again, and I allow it. Can he
really read me so well, or is he just good at figuring women out? I
don't want to think about the answer. I don't want to think about
anything.
He reaches up for
the straps of my dress and pushes them over my shoulders. My entire
body stiffens, and those red warning sirens turn back on, telling me
I should stop him. I don't though. The garment falls to the floor,
and I'm left standing there in the horrid granny panties Ethel kept
telling me not to wear. They've never embarrassed me before, but
right now I just want to die. I couldn't be any less sexy if I tried.
Tristan doesn't seem
to notice. He gazes down at my body with admiration. I can barely
look at him, though I do sneak a glance at his expression from time
to time, worried that he's judging me.
He wraps his arms
around me and unclasps my bra with deft ease. My breath hitches from
the sheer quickness of it. Despite what he said, he definitely has
experience at this. Loads of experience.
I feel my body
drawing into itself as he moves to pull the straps over my shoulders.
Almost the second my breasts are exposed, I'm covering myself with my
hands. This is so wrong. Why am I letting him do this to me?
“ Don't.”
He grabs my wrists, pulling them away so that he can see me. “You're
beautiful. Don't hide.”
I tremble slightly,
feeling more vulnerable than ever before. No guy has seen this much
of me. I don't think I should be letting him see this much of me.
He kisses my lips,
pressing our bodies together. My nipples perk against the firmness of
his chest. In fact, my whole body is coming to life from being so
close to him. I can feel moistness building in my panties. It's
strange to think that I'm wet for him. That I want him so much. But
the proof is all there.
He's still being
incredibly gentle, kissing me just enough to make me want more. Being
careful not to scare me away. I think it's apparent to both of us at
this point that I'm not going anywhere. While I could still run, I
don't want to. There are a million men in the world this could happen
with, but none of them would treat me so well. None of them would be
so caring. He knows exactly what he's doing. Why shouldn't I let it
happen? My morals are as old as dust. I could get raped by some
cretin tomorrow, and then I'd regret not taking this chance. If I
walk away now, I'll never have it again.
My thoughts are
drowned out as he kisses down my chest, drawing one of my nipples
into his mouth. The warm wetness feels exquisite as he sucks on the
swollen bud, twirling the other between his fingertips. I moan
softly, abashed by my body's reaction but unable to stop it.
“ Tristan,”
I try his name on for size. It tastes natural on my lips, like I
should be moaning it.
“ You're
so gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin. “So sweet.”
I bite my bottom
lip, allowing my head to roll back as he moves from one nipple to the
other, trading treatments. The wet one slips between his fingers, and
he pinches it for good measure, sending waves of pleasure pulsing to
my clit.
I don't want him to
stop, but he does stop. He kisses back up my chest and finds my lips
again, guiding me towards the bed. I can feel the tip of his hardened
cock rubbing against my legs and underwear as we walk. It's so crude
yet arousing at the same time. His body is ready for me, ready to
claim me and make me his. It's a scary thought, that I'm going to let
him inside of me. I've already decided though. Or rather, my body has
decided for me.
He lifts me up onto
the bed, then grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls them all
the way down and off. Again, I find myself covering up with my hands,
embarrassed by my nudity. This time, Tristan ignores it. He takes my
legs and places them over his shoulders, forcing me to lean back.
I stare up at the
ceiling, still in complete disbelief that in a single night, this guy
has managed to take down my protective
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