“You’re fucking soaked,” he whispers, his voice ragged and hoarse.
“Only for you,” I tell him, knowing now that while my insecurities caused me to act irrationally, his insecurities made him believe I could never love him the way he loved me which isn’t even close to the truth.I don’t ever want him to doubt my love for him again.
He growls before grabbing my foot, and instead of ravaging me like I expect him to, he devours me slowly like he’s savoring every inch of me.He kisses my entire body, his pillowy lips brushing over every inch of skin until my nerves are frazzled and my desire is sky-high.The ache between my legs is fierce, but he’s been infuriatingly stingy when it comes to kissing or licking my clit, instead focusing on everything around it.
At this point, I’m strung so tight I feel like I might scream if he doesn’t touch me where I need him to.
“Tristan, please.”
“Fuck, I love when you say my name like that.Say it again.”His blue eyes have darkened as he drops a kiss to my nipple, but doesn’t linger long enough for me to get any relief.
“Tristan,” I moan.
He answers by burying his face between my legs, one finger sliding easily inside me before he adds a second.His lips and tongue ravish my clit, and the obscene slurping sounds only make the heat of my body rise until I’m a throbbing mess of sensation.When he nibbles my clit at the same time as he curls his fingers, my orgasm blindsides me, pummeling me with pleasure until my body is a trembling wreck on the bed.He climbs his way up my body, nibbling and licking as he goes until his gorgeous cock lines up with my wet heat.
He doesn’t wear a condom and I don’t ask him to.I don’t want anything between us anymore—not a person or a thing.With my fertility issues and endometriosis, the odds of me getting pregnant are slim anyway.So, I let Tristan make love to me completely bare.
The ridges of his cock slide perfectly along the walls of my pussy, building me up slowly, his kisses drugging me until all I want is him.His mouth, his cock, his body, his heart.I want all of him, and I want to give him all of me.
He pumps into me until we’re both panting and crying out our release, his deep groan barely covering my high-pitched moan.
Afterward, he cleans me up and then lies back in bed, pulling my body across his, my leg draped over one of his and my arm resting over his toned stomach.He plays with my hair, and I can’t remember ever feeling so light.I don’t have any burdens or stresses.I feel cared for, loved, and happy.So incredibly happy.
I think about how far we’ve come.I know I’ll still have bouts of insecurity, as will Tristan, but I also no longer have doubts about how right we are as a couple or my love for him.And I think our love will be able to carry us through whatever challenges come our way.
“I had a crush on you,” I admit, my voice soft.
The hand in my hair stills.“What?”
“When I first met you in Mr.Glenn’s class, I liked you, but I didn’t think you liked me.You were nice to me, but for weeks, you didn’t do more than say hi and bye to me, so I figured you weren’t interested.So, when Robbie asked me out—”
“You said yes.”
“I said yes.”I draw mindless patterns with my finger on his abs.“I don’t regret how things happened.I know it’s been rough—for both of us—but I think everything happened the way it was supposed to.”
His kisses my forehead.“As long as I have you, then everything is exactly how it’s supposed to be.”