Tristan had no doubt this was true.
Raymond spoke up after draining his glass of whiskey. “Her momma and I tried to raise her in a way that she wouldn’t fold at the first sign of trouble. If she feels the same way about you that you feel about her, she’ll stand by you.” Looking over at his wife, he smiled softly before speaking again. “Sperry women are stronger than you think. If your relationship is going where I think you want it to go, you’d be lucky to have her by your side.”
Tristan was glad he’d decided to come and speak with Raymond. Sure, he could have handled things a different way. On his own. But he knew it was better to have people he could trust. Placing his own empty glass on the coaster to free up his hands, he stood. “Here’s what I’ve come up with so far…”
CHAPTER 10
“Ah, Tristan.” Words escaped Camille’s lips on a sigh as her slick channel readied itself for what was coming next. She didn’t want to open her eyes in case this was a dream.
“Look at me, Sweetheart.” Tristan’s voice called out to her. The warm brush of his breath caressed her hardened nubbin, and she knew he’d been priming her body as she still slept.
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she still couldn’t believe life had gifted her with a man like him. Not only was he caring and took care of all her needs, he never left her unsatisfied. He’d go without his own release for her. Not that sex was the only thing between them. There was so much more. The past two weeks, he’d been more attentive to her needs. Not letting her out of his sight for any length of time.
Sure, she went to work each day and saw her friend Shandra. Hell, she’d even met up with D for lunch a couple of times. Always with a few of Tristan’s bodyguards around. He said it made him feel better. She knew it was more than that.
Now that she’d been dating him for over three months, she also knew more about how he conducted business. She never mentioned anything to him or stuck her nose where it didn’t belong, but she knew. She also didn’t give a shit. As long as he kept her safe and his business didn’t hurt her, she could wait a while longer for him to open up.
His large hand tapped the inside of her thigh, “Open your eyes, sleepy-head. I know you’re awake. You get nothing until I see those beautiful eyes looking at me.”
Unable to do anything else, she looked down at him. “Good morning, baby.”
“Not yet, but give it a few more minutes.” Just as he said the words, she watched as his tongue came out to lick her pussy from bottom to top.
She moaned deep in her throat, her back arching at just how good it felt. When he reached the top, his tongue swirled around the hardened bundle of nerves peeking out from her lower lips. Pausing, he grabbed her clit with his lips, suctioning hard, as if it were his favorite lollipop. His tongue flicked and twirled the hard nubbin. His hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her body closer, holding her steady for his unending assault. Legs widened in sheer ecstasy, she released his shoulders and tried to grab at his short hair.
Delirious with desire and overwhelmed by the intensity of the feelings coursing through her body, she couldn’t prevent the yell from escaping. “Oh, God! Yes,” she gasped. “Just like that. Please more. Don’t stop,” she pleaded in a strained voice.
Electricity coursed through her body as the man between her legs loved on her body so damn good. He was the absolute fucking best. If she could have this every night, her life would be complete. Her leg was lifted by one of his hands and placed over his shoulder as he seemed to settle in for a good meal. Thank goodness they were lying down because her body was limp as a noodle. Leaning her back against the pillow, she let go and allowed herself to simply feel.
After he’d sipped from her fountain until he was satisfied, he placed a soft kiss on her nether lips. Moving up her body, he kissed a path up her stomach and breasts—taking time to kiss, lick, and suckle each one—before making his way to her mouth.
Kissing her deeply, she could taste her essence on his lips and tongue, and it made her channel slicken even more. The things he did to her, and made her want to do to him in return, were overwhelming. She’d never get tired of this.
Tristan broke the kiss, his lips moving over her neck and shoulder. “I’m going to give it to you so good this morning. I want all of you. Don’t hold anything back from me,” he growled low in her ear as he slid his thick cock inside her body.
Camille gasped as he surged inside her, then moaned as he continued to fill her body with his heat. She was primed and ready for him, but her man was very well-endowed. Sighing loudly, she whispered in his ear. “I love you, Tristan.”
His body froze for a moment, and she thought she’d said the wrong thing. If he didn’t want her love, that was fine, but she wouldn’t stay here with him while he threw her love back in her face. Tristan lifted his head, his brown eyes staring into hers. Face stoic, and body rigid as his cock nestled inside her, Tristan just stared at her for a few moments.
Just as she was about to get annoyed with his non-response, he began pumping his hips. “Yeah, baby. I know you do.” His lips turned up in a smile as he reached back to her legs, lifting them higher on his waist. “Open up. Give me what’s mine, Camille.”
She wanted to protest that he didn’t say the words back to her, but then he hit a deep spot inside her channel, and words failed her. The only thought in her mind was that she wanted more. Needed more. Her moans became louder as he stroked in her body. She knew there were at least a couple of people in the house, there always were. But she couldn’t think about that right now.
Begging. Pleading. That’s all she knew. Every fucking time he was inside her.
He nibbled on her lips before moving his lips lower to kiss her neck, collarbone, and then her breasts. He broke away from her, brought his lips up to her face, and whispered. “Camille, let me see you. Let me see how good I make you feel.”
He seemed insatiable. Not that he wasn’t always like this, but this morning seemed different. He was overwhelming her with the fluid motion of his body and the sheer size of his cock. She tightened her muscles around him, and her climax hit so hard, her body began convulsing up and down.
She was fucking him like he was fucking her, and it felt good to let herself just be a woman. There were no demands on her other than to enjoy, relax in his arms, and let him lead the way. Only with him was she comfortable enough to allow herself to be free.
He lifted his body up and came to his knees. He grabbed her around the hips and began pounding inside her even harder. Her lower body lifted from the bed as he slid in and out of her pussy. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
Eyes half-closed and glazed over from her intense orgasm, she held onto the feeling for as long as she could. As Tristan’s thrusts became more erratic, she knew he was almost there with her. He thrust his hips forward, embedding his member inside her to the point it couldn’t go any further. His shout preceded the warmth coating the inside of her body.
Thank goodness she was on birth control.
Tristan dropped to the side with a huff. Their bodies were covered in sweat from their morning exertions, but she couldn’t help but smile. These were the mornings she wished she could call into work. Well, she could if she wanted to, but there was too much going on.