I felt her body relax in my grip and noticed the corners of her mouth soften. But still, she said nothing and looked away into the distance.
“Out of all the women I’ve been with, I realize now that I’ve spent my lifetime comparing them to how I always felt about you. You think that you want to be rid of me Adriana, but you will never be rid of me because you have been mine since day one. Since the first time I walked into your father’s school, since that first stolen glance– and for sure from that first kiss. That was the kiss that sealed us together for life, even when we didn’t know it yet. I have spent my entire adult life searching for that feeling, and I think you may have too. Now that I’ve found you, I will never let you go again. Allow me to make it right this time,” I finished softly.
I didn’t wait for an answer. My mouth crashed down on her lips as I held on to her with everything I had. Her soft body melted into mine as her mouth opened and accepted the intrusion of my tongue. It was raw and carnal and I couldn’t care less that it was on a public beach. People walking by on the boardwalk whistled and called out to us, while others applauded. But all I cared about was that she let me do it.
The heated moment made us both stumble and we tumbled down to the ground, rolling over in the warm sand. She pulled her mouth from mine as I opened my eyes to look into hers. With one hand, I pushed the hair back from her face. “Please, please, forgive me Adriana. I think I’m completely in love with you. I have been since our first kiss.”
I spoke the words that I never thought I would. That I had never said to
anyone.
Chapter 24
Adriana Acosta
San Francisco
Did he actually say what I thought he said? Was it even possible? Love. The word was on repeat in my brain as I tried to make sense of the mounting turmoil in my head. His words were everything I had ever wanted to hear and yet, terrifying all at the same time. Still, I allowed myself to push them to the back of mind as his hands roamed across my body. I felt drunk from the simplest of his touches.
His lips trailed down my neck making me giggle as I heard bystanders calling out to us.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here,” he whispered. “Come home with me?” He gave me puppy eyes and slipped his warm hand through my fingers already tugging me. I was completely intoxicated by him.
We ran up to the boardwalk and out onto the street. Tristan hailed a cab, and within minutes we were speeding down the freeway. He held my hand in one of his, and kept staring into my eyes, silently brushing the hair out of my face.
“I’m trusting you Tristan. Don’t hurt me again. Please,” I whispered.
“Never sweet girl. I’ve waited too long to fuck this up any further.”
I melted into his embrace as his hands began to travel up and down between my legs. He casually let one rest in between my thighs, as if it was something that he did all the time. I could have sworn that the imprint of his hand was burning into my flesh, and it made me uncomfortable in my desire. Smirking as if he knew, he continued to gently kiss me down the side of my jaw.
Tristan’s condo wasn’t too far, but when we pulled up, I was amazed at the size of it. I knew he did well for himself, but this was completely unexpected. It was a massive glass building built into the rocky hillside that over looked the ocean. We had driven up a winding road to get there, but now that we were standing before the view, it was just breathtaking.
“Tristan this is beautiful!” I gasped.
“Not as beautiful as you, my sweet,” he whispered in my ear as he nuzzled up to me. “Come inside, the view is better from there.”
We entered the main lobby. It was a huge space with marble floors and a modern design that hosted a huge waterfall in the center. We walked to the elevators hand-in-hand. I could feel my desire pooling between my legs as an uncomfortable wetness permeated my panties. My blood was thundering in my ears; every sensitive part of my body tingling with need. Once again, I was feeling high from his touch and craving it again and again like an addict. He looked at me as if he could easily read my thoughts. A somewhat cocky smile graced his perfect face. He was the calm to my wildly out of control mind. I held myself still, practically panting as I waited for his next words or touch. As we approached his floor, he leaned over and pressed the stop button. Sending the elevator into a jerked stop, right before the doors opened.
Then, taking both my hands in his, Tristano Ricci– the man I had dreamt about for so long, asked me a question that would forever change my life.
“Are you sure you want to come in Adri? I’ve told you how I feel, but I also don’t want to convince you if it’s not what you want. So I need you to tell me what you really want.”
My lips curved up into a smile. He was as sweet as he was intense and I wanted all of it. “I want you Tristano. I always have. I wanted you when I was seventeen; I wanted you when I met you in Tokyo; and I wanted you that day on the jet.” I stopped to suck in air in an attempt to calm my shaky breath.
“Don’t ever change your mind princess,” Tristan smiled as he leaned in to kiss my mouth. His lips were hot and wet, and they consumed me like a fire. Instantly, I wanted more, unable to hold back as I pressed my aching nipples into his chest; I sucked his tongue deep into my throat.
But he pulled away with a chuckle and instead scooped me up into his arms. He pressed the button and the elevator doors opened straight into his condo. It was like walking into a scene from a movie.
Sounds escaped me, but my eyes widened to take it all in. I had never been inside a home like this before. The room itself was about as big as the downstairs lobby. Everything in it was clearly the work of a designer. Black and cream color schemes with traces of gold. It was both classy and sinful all at the same time. But the focal point was the floor-to-ceiling windows with doors that led out to a massive balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean. My amazement was impossible to contain.
“Jesus Christ Captain Ricci! Who are you flying around the world? Royalty or something?”
Tristan just laughed and shrugged. “Not exactly, but I do work a lot.”
He set me down on my feet as we approached the kitchen. “We never ended up eating. Can I get you something?”
I shook my head. “Pretty sure we can eat later,” I whispered and winked, as I raised myself up on my tippy-toes to reach his face. “Kiss me Tristan.”
“I can never say “no” to that request,” he answered, as his hands came up the back of my head and pulled me gently towards him, planting a kiss on the top of my head. “I like that you ask for what you want baby.”
It was a sweet kiss yet, it packed a promise of so much more. Taking my hand in his, Tristan led me up the stairs and towards what could only be his bedroom. Two huge oak doors opened to present the perfect room. Right in the center sat a huge black four-poster bed. Its darkness softened only by the cream coloured pillows, and the large sparkly chandelier that hung above it. The entire room screamed “sex”. The kind that was deliciously dirty, soft and loving all at the same time. It was a place where fantasies came true, and their memories were etched into the darkest corners of your mind forever. Mirrors in all the right places, faux fur throws scattered on the bed and chairs. This was not just a bedroom– it was a sex den. I could feel it beckoning me in, but as much as I wanted to lose myself in the moment, one tiny little hesitation held me back from making the next move.
As if he somehow had read my mind, Tristan suddenly leaned in and whispered exactly what I needed to hear. “I just moved in a month ago. You’re literally the first woman I’ve ever brought here.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. The damn man had read my mind. “Really?” I eyed him suspiciously.
“Have I ever lied to you Adriana?” Tristan retorted.
I couldn’t really argue at that point. A lot of shit had gone down, but technically none of it had been lies. Or so he said.
“No,” I answered slowly. “No, I guess you haven’t.”
Tris
tan’s hot breath trailed down the back of my neck. “Then let’s get started little one.”
He turned me towards him and kissed my forehead as his fingers trailed down the sides of my neck and onto my shoulders. They continued following the line of my wrap dress until they began to disappear, layer after layer.
“Christ Adriana, take this damn dress off before I rip it from your body!” His frustration and need was growing with every second, and I fed off of it like a starving animal.
“I need you naked now,” he growled.
Giggling, I released the tie underneath the layers, and let the dress unravel and hang open. Without missing a beat, Tristan grabbed the sides and pushed it off my shoulders letting it drop to the floor. Standing in just my bra and skimpy panties in front of him was suddenly the most erotic moment of my life. Air seemed to be trapped inside my lungs as I struggled to exhale.
“Tell me how you like it Adri.” His demand was so direct that it sucked the words right out of my mind. I stumbled, stammered and felt a warm flush of embarrassment take over my chest and make its way down to my breasts.
Tristan’s hands reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. Letting it fall to the floor; he then cupped his hands around my breasts and thumbed my nipples into flushed and swollen buds. “Damn you have beautiful breasts Adriana,” he murmured to himself. Dipping his head down, his lips connected with my skin and he sucked my nipple into his greedy mouth. The connection was overwhelming and it made me cry out for more, throwing my head back gripping him. Tristan kept it gentle though, slowly building my desire with each lick and flick of his tongue. His hands brushed gently across my body making me ache for a deeper stronger touch. But he just smiled and motioned me to the bed. As he eased me down on the edge, his gentle touch teased me with every delicate roll of my nipples beneath his fingers.
“You’re killing me Tristan,” I managed to spit out between laboured breaths. “I want more.”
“No. Not yet…you’re exactly where I want you my little one,” he responded with steely control. Dropping to his knees, he kneeled between my thighs, slowly prying them open. His hands coming to a full stop on my hips, as he squeezed my skin making it burn and pulse more electricity to my now wet pussy. Leaning in, the stubble on his chin grazed my sensitive inner thighs making me shudder with need as I wriggled closer trying to get what I wanted.
“Your skin is so soft Adri…and here, right here…” He dropped one hand from my hip to pull my panties to the side. “You smell so sweet baby. I want to taste you– every part of you.”
With his free hand he lifted my ankle to his face, and he began to trace a wet line with his tongue around the straps of my shoes then up the inside of my calf tickling that delicate little spot behind my knee as he raised one leg to rest on his shoulder. I couldn’t help but bristle at his touch.
“So sensitive,” he murmured beneath his breath. “I like that.”
I plunged my hands into the blankets that I sat on, gripping them as his attention was building and trailing towards my pulsing pussy. The soft fur beneath me felt so erotic; each movement caressing my sensitive areas. Tristan’s tongue continued its upward path along the inside of my thigh. His hot wet mouth was getting closer, inch by inch to that one spot that seemed to be screaming his name.
“Stop squirming beautiful, you’ll get what you want soon enough but it’s much more fun to wait.”
He clearly enjoyed teasing me and I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying it just as much, if not more.
Finally, when it felt like I was going to explode, his mouth moved between my legs, his lips resting on the thin piece of lace was now covering my aching pussy. “Dammit Adriana– I need to taste you,” he growled, with fire in his eyes as he looked up at me. He slowly licked the folds beneath the lace, with pressure, making me moan and squirm even more. Using his teeth, he gently pulled aside the fabric and let one finger trace the outer lips. “So wet babe…I love it,” he breathed, sliding a finger across my swollen folds of skin, sending chills and electricity coursing all over me.
I couldn’t help but beg. “Please, Tristan…”
My “please” only seemed to amuse him though. “You beg too quickly Adriana. We will need to work on keeping you quiet a little longer. I haven’t finished examining all your pretty pieces yet.”
I was barely able to register his words before his hands pushed me back on the bed, and pulled at my panties until they were down to my ankles. He didn’t even bother to pull them off completely; but rather let them rest on my shoes while he looked me up and down.
“I rather like seeing you almost naked,” he teased as he took in the view of my panties bunched up around my ankles with my sandals sticking out beneath them.
“Turn over Adri. I want to see that perfect ass of yours.”
For the life of me I couldn’t understand why all he did was tell me what to do, and why I did it without even thinking. I normally hated being told what to do. Yet there was something about the commanding tone of his voice that was so damn sexy. I would have done just about anything he said.
I turned over as steadily as I could, making sure he caught sight of every good angle. My breasts jiggled just the right amount as I turned. Propping myself up on my forearms, I perked my ass up naturally, and spread my thighs apart. I held still, waiting to see what he would do or say next. For a long while there was nothing. He just stared. His eyes roamed every inch of my body. Turning my head over my shoulder, I allowed myself to do the same. Drinking in the sight of him in that perfectly crisp button-down shirt, with the ironed fold down the length of his pants. The caramel colour of his skin, and especially the dark smouldering look in his eyes.
“Don’t move princess,” he whispered before reaching into a drawer by his bed and pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. “Warming oil,” he answered, without me even having to ask. His hand gently guiding me to lie down all the way.
A slow trickle began to pool on the back of my neck and drip down the sides of my shoulders. It was both cool and strangely warm at the same time. Tristan continued to pour it down my spine and towards the crack of my ass. The feeling was both simple and erotic.
Sucking in the air in response to the feeling, I tensed as I felt the liquid roll down the side of my waist and hips. Tristan’s hands were on me in a second, as he spread the oil across my back.
“Just relax baby, we have all night, no rush,” he whispered, as his strong hands began to massage my now oil slickened skin. All the tension began to be rolled and kneaded out of my muscles as he worked his magic.
His touch was strong and firm but still gentle. He seemed to massage away all the leftover fears and insecurities that lived in the back of my mind. The massage both relaxed me and turned me on. He had a crazy way of building up my desire, then calming me down, over and over again. It was driving me crazy and he knew it. By the time his hands made their way down to my ass, I was desperate to move again.
He let one hand slide down between my cheeks to cup the base of my ass, where it met my thighs and then up again. He continued this movement spreading my ass cheeks as he went. Blowing gently between my ass cheeks down to my pussy; the sensation sending shivers to places I thought were impossible. I pushed up instinctively, moaning into my arms crossed underneath my face.
“What a pretty little asshole you have Adriana.” His voice reverberated like an echo around us. Letting one finger dip down and circle around it, gently spreading the oil as he went. The intimate and loving way he touched my most private spot, was almost more erotic than the feeling of the oil warming my sensitive skin. My brain seemed to short circuit as all coherent thoughts diffused into feeling.
When he had paid enough attention to my ass, Tristan moved down my legs to the soles of my feet and back up again. Each time, grazing the parts of my skin that were engorged and calling for him and then harshly manipulating the areas that reacted less. His touch was magic.
Finally, he rolled me over and gently wiped th
e rest of the massage oil across my stomach breasts and neck. “You ready princess?” He didn’t wait for an answer before spreading my legs wide and diving down between them, his dark eyes locked on to mine. His tongue spread wide as he lapped at my wet folds; gently at first, before slipping his tongue inside me. He twirled, licked and lapped, performing every trick imaginable with that beautiful tongue of his.
Guttural sounds came from my throat as I tried to scream and call his name out. But I didn’t have to. He knew exactly what I wanted. Within seconds his lips circled around my aching clit and began to suck, pulse and lick it rapidly. I pulled wildly at his hair, and slammed my free arm down next to me, as he alternated between licking and sucking until I was in a frenzy. Pushing me forward and pulling me back until I could no longer control it; my body shuddered from the release. I felt dizzy, faint and completely incoherent in all the best ways. Tristano Ricci was a fucking sex god.
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