"No, you can take me. II need to be deeper." He moves my hand away and pins it over my head. I don't fight him, but I feel like my poor pussy is being stretched to it's limit.
A deep guttural wail explodes out of my mouth as my body suddenly catapults into another orgasm that has me twitching and pushing up with nowhere to go. Tristan has me so tightly confined that I have nowhere to go to get away from the sweet agony of this overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, yes. Fuck!" He pants and a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face.
I squeal and try again to move with no success. It feels like his dick is stretching me even further as his movement become jerky and off beat. With one last push he slams into me hard and comes inside of me. Each spurt of cum marking me as his.
"Poppy..." His face is full of vulnerability and emotion, but I don't want him to be forced to tell me anything he doesn't want to. I pull him down and let him lay on top of me while our bodies come down from a release, we both needed.
* * *
"I don't even understand how you can be lying here talking to me right now. Not after the way I acted when I was in the hospital. I was such a fucking asshole. I shouldn't have treated you like that." He turns and lays his head on the pillow so he can look me in the eyes.
"Tristan, I'm not going to lie and say the words didn't hurt but I knew they weren't you. I know who you are and what happened at the hospital was only because you were hurting."
He clenches his jaw and before he starts to talk again. "You seem to know more about my hurt than you're letting on."
"What do you mean?" I do my best to feign stupidity. If he doesn't want me to know about his sexual assault, I'm not going to ask him about it.
"Poppy, I'm not stupid, you went out of your way to make me feel like I was in charge. You avoided certain areas on my body, and when I was about to be triggered you brought me back to the present. Made me think and see you instead of what those bastards did to me. You handled me with a patience only someone with experience would have."
I sigh and turn on my back looking up at my ceiling.
He's not wrong. I've been in a similar position as s him only I was much younger. I've rarely shared that part of my life with anyone mostly because I just want it to go away. I want to bury it so deep in my mind that I never remember it again, but if sharing my story will help Tristan, I'm willing to open that box of memories. I grab his arm and drape it over my midsection, I'm going to need some support if I'm going to get through this story.
"Did you know I was a bon-a-fide, beauty queen? I did debutants and pageants from the time I was a small child. "
Tristan hums slightly in his throat, "It makes sense, you're beautiful enough to be in that stuff. I mean I see how you perform on stage now."
A cold band of shame wraps around my throat as I start to compare what I do now to what I did then. I freeze up slightly but force myself to push through it. "It's not the same, Tristan. The only thing that's the same is the happy people looking up at me." I remark and he runs his thumb along my stomach.
"There were times that I was made to endure things... if I wanted to be part of the show. My worth and my place in that society was connected with what they could do to my body. I was a child and didn't know any better. Only that I didn't like it and it hurt. I felt less than. The people that were supposed to protect me just turned a blind eye. It took me a long time to get those images out of my head." My voice cracks at the end and tears well up in the corner of my eyes. I don't want him to see me cry but I hurt for the little girl I was that had to endure all those horrid things. I don't go into any explicit details only because I'm sure he can put the clues together. He pulls me closer and kisses me on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that, and I want you to know that I've never valued you because of your body or how gorgeous you are. Poppy, you are one of the strongest, pure hearted women I know. That day in the hospital when you confessed how you felt about me I was angry not only at you but also at me. I don't deserve you Poppy, in the least. People like me don't deserve someone as perfect as you." He wipes the corners of my eyes clearing the tears that have already started to fall.
I lift my chin and give him a bright smile, "Excuse me sir but I think that's my decision to make and I'm deciding that you are the only man that will ever deserve me." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel slightly foolish.
Here I am basically telling him that I don't want to be with anyone else, ever and I don't even know how he feels about me.
"What's that?" Tristan asks. He must have felt me clam up.
"I'm not trying to push you, so I don't know how to do this." I pick at the cuticle on my thumb trying to give myself something to do.
"Do what?"
"Tristan, if you want to be just friends, I'll understand but obviously you already know how I feel about you. I've told you several times. I just need to know, either way." I clench all my muscles waiting for the blow I'm sure is about to come.
"Are you kidding me, I'm not a fucking idiot to think I'd ever find anyone better than you Poppy. We're too good together. And even when we're not we still understand each other. No, I don't want to be just friends. I want you to be my woman, I can see us having something long term if that's what you want." He shrugs but takes a big gulp. Nerves.
"Yes, that's what I want. " Pulling myself closer to him I press my lips to his and he pulls back slightly.
"Poppy, I just want you to understand what you're getting yourself into though. My family is into some really fucked up shit."
I chuckle and wave my hands in the air, "Oh come on, like what? Don't tell me you're in the mafia, right?" I joke and shake my head at the absurdity of it. When Tristan just stares at me all the laughter stops.
He's in the fucking mafia?
"Holy shit! Really?" I ask sitting up slightly. When he nods, I fall back onto the bed and internally measure if his family involvement in the mafia is enough to get me to give him up. It's not even close.
"Well, just let me know if I need to pack a bag or something okay." I shrug and wrap my arm around him again. He chuckles slightly and kisses me softly on my forehead.
"Don't worry about any of that. As long as you're with me you'll always be safe." Tristan rubs his hand on my back, and I start to drift off to sleep knowing with everything in my soul that he means every word of what he just said. I'm safe with Tristan.