could feel his will. I could feel the force of his desire almost as strongly as I felt my own.
I was more than naked. Raw, bare and utterly stripped, I pushed myself to release all shame and free myself to the pleasure he so insistently wanted me to find in myself. When I felt the first clenched pulse of orgasm on my clit, I gave into it. I saw his eyes widen as I breathed the sharp sighs of abandonment, my climax rushing over me and taking control. The contractions gripped my body and my free hand flew to my mouth to stifle my cries. He pulled it away.
"Oh god, oh fuck…"
"That's good, Raina. Tell me…no one can hear you up here. Tell me what you feel."
I let my incoherent grunts and moans speak as I coaxed the final spasms from my quaking flesh. When they subsided, I turned my face away from him, suddenly ashamed again at exposure so intimate.
He pulled me up to his face and kissed away the doubt. "That was insanely exquisite." He pushed his hips up slightly so that I could feel his hardness, now right under me. "Feel how you excite me?"
Still catching my breath, I could only nod. My chin quivered and a tear slipped from my eye. It was not a tear of sadness but of ecstasy realized. He kissed the drop that rolled down my cheek and lowered me gently to my back.
Placing his legs outside of mine, he slid his cock between my slick thighs just to the point of entry. The hot touch of his head teased the folds of my pussy and I instinctively tried to open up to him. But he kept me pinned in a powerful vice.
When he slid into me, my body arched up to receive him. He filled me in a way so complete that I knew in that moment that no man had ever really touched me before. In Tristan's embrace, I was newly made. He drew both of my arms above my head and held my wrists in one hand. He covered me and kept me from moving as he thrust deliberately into my body, each push snaking across my needy clit, each withdrawal petting the secret place inside me with his swollen cockhead.
I was a vessel. Nothing was asked of me except to take what he offered. The only response he required was my pleasure. The only movement he allowed was the rocking of my mound against him as he fucked me.
I squeezed my thighs harder around him with each outward stroke. He answered with a growled, "So damn good." He moved faster in and out of me and his breath became ragged and quick. When I realized that he was going to come soon, it flamed my arousal and made me burn to join him.
He released my hands and I immediately clutched the cheeks of his ass as he pumped into my pussy. He moved one of his thighs between my legs and then the other. I knew what to do. I spread my legs and grasped my knees drawing them up as far as I could at his sides. Opening my legs at last was all it took to take me to the point of no return. My clit was as rock hard as his shaft.
Tristan thrust once, twice and then held his cock inside me, as deep as it would go. His body jerked with a violent release. Knowing that his come was filling my depths pushed me over. My fingernails dug into the hard flesh of his ass. As my orgasm claimed me, I felt contractions deep in my womb as my body reached out to drink his essence.
The power of our mating overwhelmed me. As he rested his body against me, spent and panting, I found myself wishing that I could keep him inside me forever.
He rolled off of me and gave a great satisfied sigh as he relaxed against the cushions.
"Aren't you glad we didn't waste all that time talking?"
"It was perfect," I agreed. But even as I said it I wondered when or if the time was ever going to be right to ask about Elsa. All at once, her face filled room--innocent and pure--looking at her husband-to-be with eyes full of devotion. I wanted to tell him that I knew about her, about his loss. I wanted to somehow assure myself that, although he had loved her, he could love again.
"Tristan?"
"Yes, lovely Raina?" I loved the sound of that. I loved the smile that
I was more than naked. Raw, bare and utterly stripped, I pushed myself to release all shame and free myself to the pleasure he so insistently wanted me to find in myself. When I felt the first clenched pulse of orgasm on my clit, I gave into it. I saw his eyes widen as I breathed the sharp sighs of abandonment, my climax rushing over me and taking control. The contractions gripped my body and my free hand flew to my mouth to stifle my cries. He pulled it away.
"Oh god, oh fuck…"
"That's good, Raina. Tell me…no one can hear you up here. Tell me what you feel."
I let my incoherent grunts and moans speak as I coaxed the final spasms from my quaking flesh. When they subsided, I turned my face away from him, suddenly ashamed again at exposure so intimate.
He pulled me up to his face and kissed away the doubt. "That was insanely exquisite." He pushed his hips up slightly so that I could feel his hardness, now right under me. "Feel how you excite me?"
Still catching my breath, I could only nod. My chin quivered and a tear slipped from my eye. It was not a tear of sadness but of ecstasy realized. He kissed the drop that rolled down my cheek and lowered me gently to my back.
Placing his legs outside of mine, he slid his cock between my slick thighs just to the point of entry. The hot touch of his head teased the folds of my pussy and I instinctively tried to open up to him. But he kept me pinned in a powerful vice.
When he slid into me, my body arched up to receive him. He filled me in a way so complete that I knew in that moment that no man had ever really touched me before. In Tristan's embrace, I was newly made. He drew both of my arms above my head and held my wrists in one hand. He covered me and kept me from moving as he thrust deliberately into my body, each push snaking across my needy clit, each withdrawal petting the secret place inside me with his swollen cockhead.
I was a vessel. Nothing was asked of me except to take what he offered. The only response he required was my pleasure. The only movement he allowed was the rocking of my mound against him as he fucked me.
I squeezed my thighs harder around him with each outward stroke. He answered with a growled, "So damn good." He moved faster in and out of me and his breath became ragged and quick. When I realized that he was going to come soon, it flamed my arousal and made me burn to join him.
He released my hands and I immediately clutched the cheeks of his ass as he pumped into my pussy. He moved one of his thighs between my legs and then the other. I knew what to do. I spread my legs and grasped my knees drawing them up as far as I could at his sides. Opening my legs at last was all it took to take me to the point of no return. My clit was as rock hard as his shaft.
Tristan thrust once, twice and then held his cock inside me, as deep as it would go. His body jerked with a violent release. Knowing that his come was filling my depths pushed me over. My fingernails dug into the hard flesh of his ass. As my orgasm claimed me, I felt contractions deep in my womb as my body reached out to drink his essence.
The power of our mating overwhelmed me. As he rested his body against me, spent and panting, I found myself wishing that I could keep him inside me forever.
He rolled off of me and gave a great satisfied sigh as he relaxed against the cushions.
"Aren't you glad we didn't waste all that time talking?"
"It was perfect," I agreed. But even as I said it I wondered when or if the time was ever going to be right to ask about Elsa. All at once, her face filled room--innocent and pure--looking at her husband-to-be with eyes full of devotion. I wanted to tell him that I knew about her, about his loss. I wanted to somehow assure myself that, although he had loved her, he could love again.
"Tristan?"
"Yes, lovely Raina?" I loved the sound of that. I loved the smile that
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