I smirked, doing as I was told. His finger trailed along my slit, feeling much more exposed than I had before.
“You have the prettiest fucking pussy.”
“You’ve seen plenty, so I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He chuckled. “You’re all pink, and warm, and so fucking delicious. Nobody tastes like my wife.”
—Tristian—
Our connection was building to the point it was right now. I shared everything beating in my heart, and now I wanted to show her what it was like to be with a man who knew her inside and out.
No matter what.
Her pleasure was mine to own.
“The taste of you, the smell of you, the feel of you, nothing compares to you.”
Gently, my hands roamed up her bare thighs, never taking my eyes off her beautiful face.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Her legs trembled.
Her body shook.
Her hips swayed without even realizing she was doing so.
“You’re my sweet, feisty kitten.”
“Is that where your nickname for me comes from?”
“Yes. I saw you way before you think I did.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“When?”
“If I tell you, you can’t get mad at me.”
“That’s not a very good introduction.”
“Take it or leave it.”
She zeroed in on me. “You better not make me regret this, but okay. I promise I won’t get mad.”
“Do you remember the night I told you my parents died?”
“Of course.”
“We were so young, Belle. The last thing I wanted to do was confuse you more than I already had at that point.”
“Alright…”
“My parents weren’t my first memory like I initially said.”
Her mouth parted, waiting for my confession.