I had my hand between her thighs before I knew what I was doing and gathered my seed that was sliding down the crease of her leg and pushed it back into her pussy. I felt her shiver and slowly trailed my gaze up her body so I could stare into her face. “My cum belongs in you.”
Her mouth made the sexiest little “o.”
I moved to lie beside her and immediately pulled her against me, chest to chest, my face buried in her hair, her little hands pressed right over my heart.
Possessiveness and a feeling of being complete filled me, and I closed my eyes and just breathed in and out.
“You are mine,” I murmured against her hair, and although she didn’t say anything, she did snuggle against me deeper and let out a contented sight.
“Yes,” she said on a sigh. “I am yours.”
11
Dolly
I wondered if someone could be perpetually happy, in a constant state of euphoria. Because I felt like that’s what was happening with me. Even months after things had become official with Tristan, I still felt high, like I was floating above everything else, like nothing could touch me.
Logically I knew in part it was because of the whole “brand new relationship” experience, but even with that going for me, I’d always felt an intense connection to Tristan.
Even when we’d been thousands of miles apart and living separate lives, I’d still felt something profound when I saw or even thought about him. Even when I hadn’t thought there would ever be a chance between us. But here we were, experiencing all the things together and looking forward to creating new memories together.
It was exciting, so exciting that I felt like what I wanted with Tristan would only continue to grow until it consumed me in the best of ways. I didn’t just want him with every part of me. I didn’t just desire him like I’d never desired anyone before. It was so much more than that.
I loved him with my entire being, and no amount of time—or lack thereof—could persuade me that what we were doing wasn’t the absolute perfect and right thing in the world.
My focus was pulled to the front when I heard the door open. Sierra, one of the dance instructors, walked in, her grin wide, her energy so contagious that it was hard not to let it seep into you and just make you feel better about anything and everything. Today she wore a sparkling red leotard outfit, her black leg warmers pulled up her calves, her hair in a high ponytail.
“Hey, girl,” she said and blew a bubble, her pink gum popping before she started chewing again. She glanced behind me at the wall made up of glass, the kids within the studio the youngest ones we had at only four.
Her face softened, and her smile became motherly. Sierra was only in her twenties, but she was the mother hen of the group here, and all the children loved her because she connected with them so well.
“How’s things? The kids having fun? No tantrums?” She didn’t say it as if annoyed. It was just a fact that working with small children you had a few meltdowns every class. But Sierra was one of the most patient instructors, and she had a way of reaching kids at their level so they understood and coped with their emotions.
“Things are good. Kids are having a blast.”
She leaned against the counter and grinned, glancing out the front window before looking back at me. “Go on. You got an admirer waiting on you.”
My heart skipped a beat at that, and I felt my blush cover my face. I didn't bother hiding it anymore, not really, not unless it was Tristan being really sweet with his words and his touches. He just made me go all soft.
“Thanks,” I said and grabbed my bag. She laughed softly, no doubt because of my flaming face.
I said goodbye to Sierra and walked out of the door, the little bell above chiming my departure.
My smile was huge as I saw Tristan right away, his behemoth truck parked at the curb right in front of the dance studio, his big body leaning against the navy blue frame.
He pushed off the truck and came over to me immediately with his long, powerful strides. Before I could embrace him, he was the one pulling me into the hardness of his chest, his muscled arms wrapping around me, our chests pressed together. I couldn’t help it… I sighed in pleasure at the feeling of being so close to him, at the scent that always clung to him, this masculine, woodsy aroma that had me immediately wet.
I tipped back my head so I could look into his face, his blue eyes seeming darker, which told me of his desire for me. And I couldn’t lie… his eyes always looked like this when I was close. It was a heady and powerful sensation to know someone desired you as much as you did them.