Her head lifted from the bed. As she looked into his eyes, Camille knew he was dead-ass serious. While she loved a good spanking as much as the next woman, there was no time to waste. Slowly moving her hand along her body, she trailed her wet digits from her pussy to her breasts, ultimately reaching her lips. Sucking one finger, then another into her mouth, she moaned at the taste of her own essence. Usually, this wasn’t something she did, but seeing the way Tristan’s eyes darkened, she was glad she’d chosen tonight to explore her freak side.
“Damn woman, you’re trying to kill me.” Moving with a speed she hadn’t expected, he brought his body flush with hers, his lips capturing hers in a wet kiss. His tongue licked at the skin of her lips, moaning as he did. “I can taste you,” he said just before deepening the kiss, pressing his covered erection against her heat.
Breaking their kiss, he whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want, Camille. I want to hear you say the words.” Hovering over her, he lifted one hand to move her hair away from her face.
Gasps and heavy breathing were all she could manage as they both stayed lost in the moment. She knew this was more than just sex. It had never been about just sex, and once she stopped fighting her feelings for Tristan, she was able to speak again.
“I want you to make me yours. Make me crave you. Give me everything you have, and I’ll do the same for you.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear, baby.” Making his way back down her body, he positioned himself between her legs, his mouth hovering over her juicy lower lips. Adjusting her lower limbs to rest them over his shoulders, he looked up at her and smiled.
“Hold on to the headboard, sweetness. I think I’m going to be here a while.”
“Tris—” was as far as she got before he leaned down and gave her one long swipe, his tongue pressing hard enough to open her up to him.
Camille moaned deeply and threw back her head in ecstasy. Her body arched in pleasure, giving him more access to her and submitting her body to him fully. Tristan lapped at her as if he were a starving man, and she was his only source of survival. One hand released its grip on her thigh and reached up to fondle her breast, stimulating her even more.
Camille moaned at the sensations coursing through her body. Tristan’s mouth was giving her more pleasure than she had ever felt, and she almost didn’t know how to respond. Could she truly let go and be herself, allow Tristan to control her pleasure?
Just then, she felt him change tactics and pull her clit into his mouth with a sucking motion. Camille saw stars. Electricity coursed through her veins, and her body felt as if it were flying. Yes, she was talking gibberish at this point, but she didn’t care.
Tears streamed down her face as her release came upon her like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. Her muscles locked. Her voice left as she screamed silently while Tristan continued to give her pleasure. The more he took, the more she gave as her body fell off the cliff of ecstasy.
Her breathing was heavy when he finally lifted his head from between her thighs. His face was covered in her juices, and she thought he had never looked sexier. Her pussy pulsed and quivered with need as she reached her arms toward him, pulling him up with all the strength she could muster.
“Fuck me, Tristan. I want to feel you inside me,” she begged.
Tristan pulled himself up, laying his body between her legs, his burning hot erection at the entrance to her core. He kissed her deeply, giving her a chance to taste her essence on his lips. This only made her want him even more. “Spread your legs just a bit wider, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
After their early escapades, she knew he was larger than average. Wrapping one leg around his waist so he would have more room to maneuver, she smiled up at him. “I can take everything you have.”
Tristan grabbed one of her hands, lacing his fingers with hers as he stared into her eyes. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
He positioned his cock at her opening and began to push slowly inside her. His eyes never left hers, the intense look on his face was almost more than she could handle. As the feelings became overwhelming, she tried to close her eyes.
“No, Camille. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. This moment right here is all ours. I will never want anyone as much as I want you, and I need you to see my face as I make you mine. Only mine.”
Tightening her grip on the hand that was clasped with hers, she snaked her other hand up to his neck, grabbed him as tightly as she could, and pulled him into her. She arched up, forcing more of his thick rod into her. The feeling of him stretching her slick channel caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. Tristan made her feel alive, and every moment in his arms was heaven.
“That goes both ways,” she said with a moan. Her hand was entangled in Tristan’s hair, gripping him tightly. She couldn’t let go. Wouldn’t let go.
Tristan began to pump deeper and harder into her body, his lips capturing hers in a rough, demanding kiss as he staked his claim on her body. After tonight, she knew she would be forever changed. All this time, she’d been fighting fate, thinking she didn’t need anyone to make her feel whole. Well, fate must be having a grand laugh now.
Nothing would ever take Tristan away from her. This felt right and good to be with him like this.
The intense feeling of him sinking inside her was overwhelming. Tingles coursed through her body as he hit the right spot every damn time. Camille never wanted this night to end.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Tristan’s free hand couldn’t seem to stop touching her body in every spot it could reach. “Wrap both legs around me. I need to be deeper, Camille. I need to feel all of you.”
As soon as she was fully opened to him, Tristan changed his pace. He was going so deep that he tapped her cervix with each thrust, which touched something inside her.
Camille responded to Tristan’s change in pace by rising and falling in coordination with him, spreading her legs to allow him full penetration of her body. His thrusts were deep and true, and the sensation of fullness was her constant companion. Their breathing was faster and harsher, and Camille was ready to fall over the cliff.
“Give it to me, baby. I want all of you, Camille. I want everything you have to give,” Tristan growled.
“Yes, Tristan. I’m yours,” the words were ripped from her throat as her limbs seized in orgasm. The pulsing of her channel around his thickness set off more sensations within her.
“You’re mine, Camille. Let go, baby. Give it all to me.”