Tristan nuzzles into my neck, his breath tickling my ear. I glance behind me to see his eyes are still closed.
Instead of untangling myself and risking waking him up, I settle into the comfort of his body wrapped around me and close my eyes. Normally, I can fall asleep immediately.
Except, I don't normally have a sex god pressing into my back, heating my body and distracting my mind.
I can't help circling my hips any more than I can help how fast my heart is beating. A small moan escapes my lips as I arch my back and push my ass into the man behind me.
On my third repetition of that motion, I hear a sleepy growl sound in my ear as a hand latches onto my waist. I feel Tristan press himself tight against my back, his dick twitching between our bodies.
I circle my hips again, silently pleading.
Without a word, he reaches down and slides inside me. A heavy moan sounds from my throat as I close my eyes and arch harder, desperate to take in more of him. I’m completely wrapped in a carnal, lust-drunk spell. I automatically reach back to grip his muscled thigh, my nails digging into him as I spread my legs and invite him deeper.
I hear a deep growl in my ear as he grips my hip and starts pushing into me. There's nothing slow or careful about his movements—he’s just fucking me as hard and as deep as he can. We're both filled with the sudden primal need to possess our pleasure.
I whimper when he bites my shoulder. He pins me with his teeth and his hand on my hip, his hard thrusts never slowing. I feel the familiar ache of a growing orgasm deep in my belly.
With every thrust of Tristan behind me, I get closer and closer to my release. But just as I'm about to scream, Tristan presses me onto my stomach and flattens his weight on top of me, never once creating space between us or letting up on fucking me. I turn my head to the side and gasp at the feeling of himmountingme and taking what he wants.
With his teeth still pressed against my neck and his breath heavy in my ear, he braces himself on his forearm with one hand and arches my hips off the bed with the other. His movements are so carnal, so possessive, that I shatter without a second thought.
My scream is silent, caught in the sheets wrapped around us. As soon as my body starts shaking, I feel his hips lose their rhythm. The energy leaves our bodies at the same time.
He slumps against me with a groan. I'm too drained to even grumble about how he's too heavy on top of me—I’m just trying to get air into my lungs.
After a moment he seems to realize that he's crushing me. He rolls off of me with another groan, and I pout at the loss of his body heat.
I still haven't moved from my deflated position when he returns from the bathroom. He climbs back into bed, pulling the blankets over us, and tugs me once again into his embrace. He slides one arm under my head and wraps the other around my waist. He nips my earlobe before settling into the pillows.
"If that wasn't the most exhausting orgasm I've ever experienced in my life, I would tell you that your tempting little body needs to stay on the other side of the bed for the rest of the night," he murmurs in my ear.
I laugh quietly as I wiggle against his groin in teasing. He growls and slaps my ass lightly, then wraps his arm around me again.
It only takes me a moment to fall back asleep.
16
Tristan
I wake up to hair in my face and the scent of coconut in my nose. It takes me a second to realize who I'm holding so tightly.
I'm lying on my stomach with my arm curled around Remy's waist, pulling her flush against my side and burying my face in her neck. It's early so she's still asleep, her arm wrapped around where I'm holding her and one of her legs haphazardly tangled with mine. She's not quite snoring but I can hear the quiet little sounds she's making as her breaths escape from between her lips.
I pull away slightly to look at her face. This feels so different from when we fell asleep on the couch together.
I don't remember if we cuddled that night or how long Remy even stayed, since she was gone when I woke up. I think we spent the night there because I remember holding something—or rather, someone—in my sleep, but obviously I didn't get the full experience if I don't even remember it.
At that reminder, I pull Remy closer to me and nuzzle into her neck. The thought of experiencing her closeness and not getting to enjoy it makes me irrationally annoyed. I'm even more annoyed at the fact that I have to get up soon and that Remy will be the one waking up alone today.
I try to pull her even closer, my thumb starting to trail circles on her skin where I'm gripping her waist. I want to soak up another few minutes with her like this.
Last night was… a lot of things. Even though I told her a little about my family the night we sat on the couch, it's a whole other level of vulnerability letting someone overhear one of the worst conversations I've had with my family in a while. Even the memory of my mom's selfish cries makes my teeth clench.
But Remy didn't show any of the pity that I'm used to when people hear about my unsupportive parents. She just offered me her honest opinion and let me do with it what I wanted. She didn't awkwardly pull away—she just stood, strong and unflinching, with her painful truth.
In that moment I could've kissed her for her strength and her honesty. So, I did.
I don't think sex with Remy will ever not blow me away. The chemistry between us is like a pull that clearly neither of us can resist. We fit so perfectly together that it actually makes me angry that we waited this long to start doing this.