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knee, my calf, all the way to my ankles. I pulled
one foot free from the tight leather and then the other, and he pushed my pants
to the side. Then he placed insanely high, hot pink stilettos in front of me. I
raised an eyebrow.
    “Humor me,” he said, his voice husky, as he slipped the
shoes onto my feet, raising me several inches higher.
    He rose to his full height, his eyes never leaving my body,
now clad in only a black leather custier and five-inch heels. He cocked his
head and a slow smile spread across his stunning face. Then he reached out and
undid the top buttons of the corset, freeing my aching breasts.
    “Hmm … that’s what I’m talking about,” he murmured.
    “You like?” I asked with a small smile, enjoying the power I
had over him.
    “Very much.” His smoldering eyes lit a fire in my belly.
Well, the fire had already been lit, but now it blossomed into a heat that was
both pleasurable and agonizing at the same time. My muscles clenched as if he
were already inside me.
    “Your turn.” I glanced at the bulge in his pants.
    “Don’t move,” he said with a grin, then he proceeded to
unbutton his pants and slide them down torturously slow, teasing me the whole
time.
    But at some point, he must not have been able to stand the
torment himself because he was suddenly naked and pressed against me. One hand
held my wrists again and the other grasped my jaw as he kissed me deeply with a
desperation I felt all the way to my toes. His hand slid from my face, down my
neck and glided slowly to my breast. His fingertips trailed circles of current
around my nipple as they spiraled their way in. By the time they reached the
tip, his mouth was pulling my other breast in. His teeth grazed one nipple as
his fingers pinched the other, stretching them both long and tight. I moaned
and arched my back, pushing my breasts against him, begging for more.
    His mouth moved to my other nipple and licked, sucked,
rolled, and bit as his free hand moved down my side, to the back, over my bare
cheek. He pulled my hips into him as he pressed his erection against my belly.
The heels made me nearly the right height to match us up.
    “Ah, Lexi,” he groaned against my breast, “I need you.”
    “Take … me,” I panted.
    In response, he spun me around so I faced the wall. His
hands grasped my hips and pulled them back, forcing me to lean forward. He
massaged my cheeks and my thighs then pushed my legs outward.
    “Oh, God,” he moaned, and he slid inside me from behind. I
cried out as he pushed deeper in, slowly until he filled me completely. “You
feel … so … good .”
    He took my wrists in one hand again and held them to the
wall as his other caressed my breasts, then splayed across my stomach, holding
me still as he thrust in and out. His fingers inched downward until they
touched the nub of raw nerves, and a jolt of ecstasy shot through me. I
succumbed to the first wave of an orgasm. He continued to move back and forth,
in and out, each stroke harder, deeper, faster, and wave after wave wracked
through me until I could barely stand on my shaky legs.
    He pulled out and freed my arms, and I turned around. I
pressed my hands to the sides of his face and pulled him closer for a kiss, all
wet and sweet and tangy. His hands glided over my hips and to my butt, and he
lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he entered again. But after
three magnificent thrusts that sent me to the verge of another orgasm, I
realized this could be a mistake.
    “We’ll knock the wall down,” I gasped.
    With me in his arms and my legs still around him, Tristan
moved backwards to the bed. When he hit the mattress, he fell back, putting me
on top. His chest was hard but smooth as I pressed my hands on it and rocked my
hips, feeling him pulse inside me. I rode him hard, making him groan and pant,
until he bucked against me and then suddenly sat with me in his lap.
    He twisted us around and laid me on my back, then pounded
into me with