I pushed my thigh tighter into the notch between her legs, and she leaned forward and nipped my shoulders. Her hands were everywhere, in my chest hair, moving to run her her nails down my back. There was so much sensation, it was difficult to think. Hell. I'm turning off my brain.
Neither of us was even naked yet, and that had to change–fast.
I put some distance between us and dragged her shirt over her head and quickly unclasped her bra. I moved my fingers to the button of her jeans and popped it open. Her jeans were tight and it took a little effort to pull them off, but when I finally freed her legs from them and dropped them on my floor, I knew the effort had been worthwhile. She was spread out on my bed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Her cheeks were flushed from pleasure and wanting, her eyes slightly glazed over, and her lips full and red from kissing. She looked like a dream.
As I knelt over her, I spread her legs open, leaving my hands on her knees. She looked at me intently.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I said to her.
I moved my hands from her knees up her thighs to the hollow just below her underwear. I stroked my thumbs on either side and her hips lifted slightly from the mattress. Slowly, I slipped one thumb beneath the delicate fabric and found her wet and wanting. Her hips jumped when my thumb brushed over her clit. I slipped one finger inside her, and continued to work her with my palm.
She was still using my shirt to muffle her moans and I knew I wanted to make it difficult for her to keep quiet.
I removed my finger and slipped my hand from her underwear. Quickly, I lowered my mouth to her and ran my tongue on her over her panties. Her free hand dug into the bedspread. I shoved her panties aside, and repeated the motion, on beautiful, bare skin. Her hips tried to move, but I held them firmly down with my arm. I continued to torture her with my tongue and finally ripped her panties away so there would be nothing between her and my mouth.
With one finger inside her, I began stroking slowly while continuing to lick her. I could feel her starting to come apart beneath me. Her hand was pulling on my hair, her hips straining under my arm, and finally her internal muscles clenched hard around my finger. I kept working her until I felt her body fall soft under me.
I sat up and when I looked at her, I was suddenly worried this was going to be over too soon. She already looked well and truly fucked, and it was the most erotic thing I’d seen in real life.
I stood up and removed my jeans and boxer briefs in one motion. My cock sprang out and was in joy with its newly found freedom. I was going to fuck Arya McKenna now.
Grabbing a condom from the drawer of the bedside table–I knelt over Arya and hooked her ankles over my shoulders, opening her to me. She watched intently as I pumped my cock a few times before rolling the condom over it. Slowly, but without pausing, I sank into her as her legs fell open and off my shoulders. When I was fully in, I paused, letting her body adjust while mine went wild with the sensation of being inside the heat that was her.
I started to move in her, slowly at first and then faster.
“Harder,” Arya whispered, as she played with her nipples.
Fuck, yeah. I grabbed the headboard to pull it away from the wall and set a brutal pace. Arya’s breathing was heavy in my ears and her nails bit into my back. When she reached between us to rub her clit, I nearly lost it. There was something about this side of Arya McKenna–her confidence, need, and the fact that she was going to get her pleasure–that drove me wild.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. Arya whispered my name as her nails from one hand dug in my back and her muscles clenched over and over around my cock. The differing sensations catapulted me over the edge and the release was wildly intense. The orgasm ripped me apart before putting all the pieces back together, shinier than they were before. I collapsed beside her, our skin moist from the rapturous effort.
I wasn’t sure how long afterwards it took me to start breathing normally again. It could have been minutes or years, but slowly I came back to life. Words and thoughts were still beyond me, but I winced as I slipped out of Arya, hurried across the hall to the bathroom to discreetly dispose of the condom.
When I came back to the room, Arya held up her ripped panties with a raised eyebrow. I grinned, proud of my caveman display. She just shook her head and scooted to the bathroom herself. She came back and picked up her jeans.
“I should probably go,” she said.
“Please stay the night,” I pleaded.
She agreed, and I pulled a t-shirt for her from the drawer. We slipped under the covers and I fell into the deepest, most satisfying sleep I had in years.
Chapter 6
Arya
Ihadn’tsleptthatpeacefully in a very long time. Waking up with the weight and scent of Tristan in the bed was like a dream come true.
Still in a sleepy haze, I watched him sleep as his slow, steady breathing made his chest rise and fall. It felt like nothing in the world existed except the two of us.
Then I heard Shiloh’s laughter, and reality slammed into my brain.
I slept over.
I wasn’t even supposed to be working today. The new person Tristan hired was starting today. What was I going to say to William and Grace? What would they think? It was going to be pretty obvious what happened as soon as they saw me.
Shit. What would I tell my mom? Did she notice I didn’t sleep at home?
And Mason? Now that something started with us, we were going to have to tell him.