“Pull down those shorts.” His sentence was barely complete, and they were off.
“Well, aren’t you an eager little thing. You think you know where this is going princess, but you don’t. Remember that; remember who is in control of you right now. Yes?”
His questions were both a part of the game and so much more. Behind his eyes he asked for more than just a simple response. “Do you like when I control your body Adriana?”
I bit my lip. “Yes. I love it.”
“Good. Because now, I want to see that pretty pussy of yours. Pick up the phone and put it between your legs. Show me what’s mine.” His words were hard, unyielding and they only made me crave him more and more. “Spread your legs and show me.”
Letting my knees fall open, I went onto my elbows and held my phone between my thighs, inches from my now aching pussy. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I knew better.
“Do you know what I see? You’re dripping baby. Between the folds of those hot, wet lips, your pretty little cunt is calling my name. Tell me, do you want to touch yourself?”
I steadied my breath. “You know I do.”
“Good. Then very slowly, I want you to dip a finger inside yourself. But don’t move it, hold it still,” he cautioned. I placed the phone on the bed beneath me, and followed his instructions. The anticipation was taking me to places I’d never been. My body was on the verge of self-combusting. “Please Tristan, I need…”
Cutting me off harshly, Tristan barked. “Pull it out,” and I complied.
“Now, circle your finger gently around your clit. Slowly and gently. Barely touching it.”
The instant my finger came in contact with that tiny nub of nerve endings, I began to lose control. I moved my hand faster, swirling and rubbing myself up and down until his voice broke my focus.
“Adriana!” He growled. “Stop it! I said circle gently. Clearly you can’t listen very well and if you can’t listen, then we will have to stop.”
A frustrated warbled sound escaped my lips.
“Tell me how you feel baby.”
“What do you mean tell you?” I spat. “I’m frustrated and horny as hell, and I need to cum now!” I whined.
“Perfect.” Tristan smiled a crooked, cocky smile. “That’s exactly how I want you when I show up tomorrow morning.”
“What the fuck?” I snarled.
“Listen carefully my sweet. You will not touch yourself again tonight. Your aching nipples and throbbing clit belong to me. I will take care of you and give you everything you need, but not till tomorrow. And Adri?” Tristan paused. “I will know if you’ve made yourself cum so don’t test me.”
“I hate you,” I breathed into the phone, half angry and half insanely turned on. “You’re being an asshole you know that?”
“Only when you ask me to,” he winked. “Now roll over and sleep baby.” Tristan blew me a kiss and then the screen went black. It frustrated me more knowing that he would get to cum. He was masturbating his thick cock so hard, before he disappeared.
I rolled over and tried to sleep, but the wetness between my legs and my throbbing clit that was screaming for attention, kept my eyes wide open, and my heart racing. I texted him one last time.
Adriana:
I’m dying here. I can’t sleep.
Tristano Ricci:
Good, then think of me
Adriana Acosta:
That’s all I do!!!
Tristano Ricci:
Same here princess, same here.
Good night xo
Chapter 34
Adriana Acosta
Plane to Ireland…
We had a total of three days at home before we were back on a plane. And just like in Paris, they had been perfect. I stayed at his condo; and although much of our time was spent having sex and sleeping, we also talked. More than we ever had before. By the time we boarded the plane for Ireland, we were in a love-drunk haze of holding hands, kissing and staring at one another like teenagers.
“I don’t think I’ve flown standby in forever,” Tristan mused, as we settled into our seats.
“It’s kind of nice right? Like we don’t have to think or stress out, and we can actually sleep and get there feeling good for a change,” I answered.
“I’m actually really excited that you’re coming with me Tris… I wasn’t so thrilled in the beginning, but now– well I’m excited to have you meet Ava and Conor. And Sam too! These girls were my best friends all through college, and we had a ton of incredible times together when we toured through Europe. But we haven’t seen each other in a long time so be ready– because we have a lot of girl time to catch up on!” I was truly giddy with excitement as I began telling him stories of our adventures together.
He nodded absentmindedly as his fingers curled around a tendril of my hair. Such a simple touch, but one that made me feel cherished. Snuggling my head into his shoulder, I put my ear buds in, and closed my eyes.
“I’m only coming because I want more time with you. You know that right?” He asked softly, as I began to drift off.
“Really?” I mumbled, already feeling sleepy. “And here I thought you were planning to save me when I jumped out of the plane.” I heard him laugh at my remark before he pulled a blanket up over me.
God, I loved the way Tristan took care of me. Whether he was feeding me dinner, or draping blankets over me or insisting that he travel halfway across the world on his time off just to be with me– it felt good to be cared for and treasured. It was something that I had never felt before. Although there was a time when I would have said otherwise; I had to admit that I liked being taken care of. I closed my eyes and drifted off, at peace in the arms of a man that I was falling more and more in love with each day.
***
It only felt like a few minutes, but when Tristan woke me up, we were actually only ten minutes from landing.
Wiping my eyes, I sat up. “I’m so sorry babe. I didn’t realize that I slept the whole way!”
“Clearly you needed it, beautiful. We’re landing in ten. Are you ready to see your friends?” He smiled. It was an easy, relaxed smile and it made me realize that I hadn’t seen him like this…ever. Even in Paris, Tristan had sometimes seemed distracted aware of other things churning in his mind.
“You seem happy,” I remarked.
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s like a vacation. I didn’t have to fly the plane to get here, and I get to spend a long weekend with you. What could be better?” He leaned in and kissed me a little longer and a little harder than he normally would in public, and it was everything I needed. My breath hitched a little as he pulled away.
“I love how responsive you are Miss Acosta,” he teased.
“Only with you Captain Ricci,” I flirted back, giving him another wet peck on his lips.
His hand grabbed the back of my ponytail and gently tugged it down. Just enough for me to feel it, but not enough to cause anyone to notice. “It had better be only with me, little one.” He then growled in my ear; his hot breath tickling me and doing things to me that were so hard to contain in public.
I loved that possessive side of him. The more time we spent together, the more it came out, and it did more than just stir up the heat in my body. It quelled my nerves and fears of him wanting anyone else.
Could it be that he would actually settle for just me? Leave his previous life behind and not want any other woman…especially one like Sophia?
Chapter 35
Tristano Ricci
Ireland
I’d certainly never been to a wedding like this before. Not that I’d been to very many, but still. In the short amount of time that we had been in Ireland, I’d quickly learned that Ava and Conor did things their way, and didn’t care what anyone thought. Their wedding plans consisted of saying their vows at 14,000 feet, and then jumping out of a King Air plane and parachuting to the ground. After which, we were to head to the pub to celebrate with Conor’s team of instructors and other
locals that they knew. It was a simple plan, but one that reflected them perfectly.
There was room for fifteen people in the aircraft: Ava and Conor, their officiant, Conor’s friend Eoghan, Adriana and Samantha. And then there was me. At some point in the past twenty-four hours since we had arrived in Ireland, Conor had convinced me to try it. It had taken a few pints of beer too many, but finally I had caved in.
I had to admit that Adri’s friends were truly great people. I hadn’t intended to crash their wedding; my only goal had been to be close enough in case Adriana needed me. But they had welcomed me into their group without hesitation. Conor was a good man, and the love between him and Ava was unparalleled. For as rough around the edges as he was, it was easy to see how his life revolved around Ava.
We’d arrived at the jump site early in the morning. Something about getting all the gear organized and checking the weather. There was a lot of talk about the ceiling and what time it would open up for that perfect jump. I sat outside the main building on an old picnic table, and took in the scene around me. It was basically a large field, surrounded by a forest. Nothing for miles. Peaceful and green. The girls were all inside helping Ava get ready, and I was hanging out with Conor and his friend Eoghan.
“So, you and Adriana…” Conor began.
I looked over and nodded.
“You love her?”
“Very much.” I answered. It’s still new, and I know we have things to work on, but the way I feel about Adriana is unlike anything that I’ve ever experienced before. I have wanted her for ten years.”
“When you can’t live without her no matter what justifications you try to convince yourself of, that’s when you know it’s love. I fought it for a while too, but in the end your heart always knows what’s right for you.”
I nodded appreciatively. “Thanks Conor, I appreciate it.”
Just then, Ava came out of the main office with Adriana and Samantha trailing behind her. Her fiery red hair was braided down the side of her head, and she wore a simple yet elegant white gown. Conor’s eyes glazed over.
“Jesus Ava. How the fuck are you going to jump in that dress?” Conor bellowed, getting up and marched across the field.
We all broke into laughter. Everyone had immediately thought the same thing.
“Just kidding babe,” Ava chided. I’m not jumping exactly like this. I had it made so the skirt part comes off. Look.” Ava undid a few clips and removed the skirt revealing white shorts underneath. Once the skirt was removed, she was clothed in a tiny white jumpsuit.
“Thank God woman! I was worried you wanted to use the skirt as a parachute!” Conor joked and we all laughed.
I found my gaze traveling to Adriana, already dressed for the jump, standing next to them grinning. Moving across the field, I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “You still doing this?” I asked as she turned her head and nodded.
Adri’s fingers tickled the side of my jaw. “What about you Captain? Hope you’re not scared?” She was teasing me now, and I loved it.
“Not a chance,” I lied.
Everyone except Conor and Ava were jumping tandem. As we weren’t qualified, we could only jump tied to a certified instructor. Our instructors came over and began adjusting our harnesses. It was a bit unnerving, but everyone seemed so calm and relaxed, so I tried to take my cue from them.
Finally, someone in the office called out outside to our group. “It’s time!”
There was no going back now. The last of the gear was loaded up, the photographer and the officiant boarded the plane along with the wedding party. Conor and Ava boarded last so that they would be the first to jump.
At first, we all sat on the bench two-by-two, in silence. But as soon as the engine rumbled, everyone cheered. That tiny plane became a massive party in the sky as we rose thousands of feet in the air. The view was spectacular. Green lush patchwork went on for miles. This jump represented Conor and Ava; the view was the perfect backdrop. Pure Ireland.
The officiant had a microphone so we could all hear him over the sound of the engine. To anyone else it wouldn’t have been a romantic setting, but to Conor and Ava it was clearly perfect. They said that they had jumped together when they first met, and it had changed their lives. That’s why they were jumping again today. I watched as they gazed into each other’s eyes and repeated their vows. As we reached the maximum height, the door opened and the light flashed.
The words that everyone had been waiting to hear were finally spoken. “Do you, Conor Murphy take this woman to be your beloved wedded wife?”
Conor bellowed across the wind. “I DO!”
The officiant turned to Ava. “And do you, Ava Jackson, take this man to be your beloved wedded husband?”
“FOREVER AND ALWAYS, I DO!” Ava shouted, smiling at Conor.
They reached over for a kiss, and then closed the visors on their helmets at the same time. Turning to give us all a thumbs up, the photographer snapped another picture. This was crazy! And then Conor jumped. One second he was there, and the next he wasn’t. By the time I blinked, Ava was gone too and everyone was cheering.
I tried to steady myself, Adriana was next. As her instructor moved them towards the open door, I could feel my heart race even faster. Everything constricted in my chest and for a second, I actually thought I couldn’t breathe. The light flashed, and they began to count down.
“Five…four…” Adriana turned her head over the instructor’s shoulder and looked right at me. Her eyes were filled with a mix of warmth and excitement. She smiled wide, and I read her lips as she said the words that changed my life forever. “I LOVE YOU TRISTANO RICCI.” I barely had time to register what she had said, before she plunged into the big blue sky.
Chapter 36
Adriana Acosta
Ireland
That jump changed my life. It was as if everything up until that point had been in black and white; but somewhere in that tiny plane at 14,000 feet, I saw color for the first time. My mind cleared and certainty took over.
Watching Ava and Conor say their vows, I saw my friend look into the eyes of the man she loved and commit her life to his. It was magical; their love seemed to encompass everyone on the plane. Tears formed behind my eyes as they said their vows and kissed. I was so happy to be there and witness that moment, but that wasn’t all that I felt. It was something so much more.
Tristan had said those three little words to me a few times, but I had never reciprocated them back to him. It had been too new–too scary, and with all the nasty interruptions, it had not been a feeling that I was ready to give myself over to as quickly as he was. But at 14 000 feet, watching my friend join her life with another, for the first time I felt it.
Every moment since the beginning flashed through my head; Tokyo, across the bar in the club; kissing him in the alley behind the club– the elevator ride. The first time we worked together…and even the continuous drama with Sophia. Every time we got closer, something would happen to make me pull back, but for the first time in the few short months we had been together, I felt like nothing could pull me back anymore.
Tristan had become my world and I was finally ready to give in to the feeling. I spent years looking for the man who had stolen my heart at a tender age and now– to have finally found him was exhilarating. I had known since we left for Ireland, but was waiting for the perfect moment to say it. And right then, as I watched Ava and Conor say their vows, I knew exactly when it would be.
I loved how he hadn’t pressured me, how he had let me build my trust on my own time. I knew that Tristano’s past would poke its head up at other points during our relationship, but I had finally accepted that the past meant nothing when we were in this future together.
As my instructor and I moved forward towards the exit, I looked over my shoulder and into his eyes. What I saw was a mix of both apprehension and encouragement. His hand reached out to mine, the wind was blowing and the sound of the engine was so loud that he
never would have heard me anyway. All I could hope for was that he would read my lips. I smiled and as he smiled back and I yelled it as loud as I could “I LOVE YOU TRISTANO RICCI!”
His face immediately changed from apprehension, to absolute shock and joy, as I tumbled out of the plane and into the expanse of the crisp blue sky.
That freefall was nothing like the previous one. It was one where I could feel myself travelling through space and time, and into a life that I had always searched for. Finally, with the man that I had been bound to, since the very first time I had laid eyes on him.
The End
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