by Reana Malori
“No, I don’t expect he did.” If only she knew the true reason behind why her father raised her to be the strong, amazing, capable woman she was. He wondered if his father or uncle ever considered the possibility that he and Camille would meet when they got older.
“Speaking of, how do you know my dad? He seemed to be comfortable with you. I’ve never seen you around before.”
This was one path he was not going down. “Tonight is about us, not your father.”
A flash of annoyance and frustration came over her face, but she quickly masked it. He knew she didn’t like that he wasn’t answering her questions. Too bad. Her father would have to explain his history with the Lucarelli’s. That was a line Tristan wasn’t willing to cross. Not now. Not ever.
“Fine.” Biting her lip again, she spoke again, “So, is tonight all we have?”
Now they were getting to the good stuff.
“Is tonight all you want?” Standing from the couch, he walked over to her.
The closer he got to her, the quicker her breathing became. Her breasts heaved up and down as she watched him.
“No. I want more than tonight. I want what we had in the car. I want to have anything and everything you’re willing to give me.”
Her words made him pause. Camille’s words hit him hard, and he knew he wanted the same. How could one date, just a few hours in her presence, make him want things he’d never desired before?
“Sweetheart, with me, you get more than what you see.”
That was the only warning he’d give her. His Camille was a smart woman. She knew who he was and what she was getting into. At least he hoped she did.
Then again, he’d kill anyone who tried to do her harm. She’d be protected with him. Safe with him.
“I know,” she paused, closing her eyes for a moment. When they opened, she had a look of resolve on her face. “Tonight was initially about having my moment. Creating a memory that I could hold on to after the evening was over, and you were gone. I was ready for that. I would have accepted that.”
Tristan knew he was holding his breath, but it couldn’t be helped. “And now?” he asked on an exhale.
Raising her hands to his chest, she began undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Now I think it must be in a dream, and if it is, I never want to wake. I want more than a memory. I want to know you’re the only man who makes me feel this way. That your hands on my body are the only touch I need. Your voice in my ear as you claim my body as yours over and over again, is the only sound I need. That when we’re together, and I’m screaming your name in release—”
She didn’t get to finish that sentence. Tristan grabbed her arms in a hard grip, pulling her body flush against his. He captured her mouth with his, forcing her lips to open for him as he deepened their kiss.
Her words were a repeat of his own. This woman made him feel things he never expected. That she’d repeat what he’d said to her earlier tonight had him going over the edge. Hearing the words on her lips caused the blood to rush to his cock, rapidly engorging the muscle to the brink of pain.
Tristan grabbed her, lifting her body in his arms. He adjusted his hold on her, moving his hands to grip the thick globes of her ass. Tristan broke the kiss for a moment so he could speak. “How do I get to your bedroom?” He settled her pussy just over his hard cock, nibbling on the soft skin of her neck. He could feel her heat permeate through his pants and moaned in need. He needed to get to her bedroom. Now!
“Up the stairs, third door on the left,” she panted.
Turning, he made his way to her bedroom. All the while, he prayed to a God he’d long parted ways with. Give us more than tonight. Just give me this one thing. She’s my anima gemelli. I need her.
Tristan prayed being with Camille wouldn’t bring heartache to her life. With his life, he knew it was a very real possibility. Holding her soft form in his arms as he walked to their bedroom, he had a feeling his life was about to change in a way he’d never expected.
She’d already made him feel something he’d never expected. Looking into her eyes, he knew Ms. Camille Sperry had no idea what was in store for her.
He was a selfish man. Had never claimed to be anything different. When there was something—or someone—he wanted, he went after it.
Now that he had Camille in his arms, he knew never be able to let her go.
CHAPTER 6
Tristan’s eyes roamed her naked body laid out before him. His gaze was so intense. He looked at her as if she was his lifeline, like a starving man looking at a five-course meal. The way he looked at her reminded her of the way she’d always wished someone would—with possessiveness.
“Damn. You’re everything I’d hoped you’d be.” His whispered voice sounded ragged in the quiet of her bedroom. Kneeling between her legs, he still wore his slacks, but not much else. Once he’d gotten her thong off, and laid her on the bed, all motion had stopped. For five minutes he’d simply stared at her while rubbing his large, rough hands over her softer one.
He’d done nothing but look at her and smile. That simple act alone had her sex dripping wet with need. Everything in her wanted to beg and plead with him to come to her. To give her what they both so desperately wanted. Him inside her. The words wouldn’t leave her mouth. Something about making the request stopped her. Funny, but she had a feeling this moment was too monumental for her to ruin it with words.
Looking at her face, he smiled wickedly, and she could do nothing but whimper in need. Please, her mind begged. As if he heard her words, he adjusted his position and crawled between her legs. Camille moaned in desire as he pressed his body against hers.
The material of his pants brushed against her hardened clit. Her back arched as lightning sparked through her body. Lifting her legs to cradle his body, she wrapped her long limbs around his waist.
“Tristan,” she called out his name on a moan.
“Yes, baby. Say my name all you want. I want you to know who’s making you feel this way.” Grabbing one of her arms, he pushed it over her head. “Grab onto something.”
Her hand latched onto the bottom of her headboard.
He then grabbed the other arm, placing it next to the one already over her head. “Don’t let go.”
“What are you—”
“Don’t talk. Just enjoy. I’ve been waiting all night to do this. Your juices on my fingers weren’t enough.”
Camille’s head was spinning. How could one man make her feel so much with just his words? She could practically feel his need pouring out of him. How could she go back to anyone else after this experience? Tristan had turned her out already, and they hadn’t even finished the deed.
Tristan kissed her gently, probing her mouth with his tongue. She picked up a hint of the whiskey he’d drank earlier. She could do this all night. Just lay here with him like this. She enjoyed the feel of his body cradled within the softness of her thighs. Those large hands of his roamed up and down her body, heating her from the inside out. Her hot sex rubbed against the large bulge in his pants as she moaned in desire.
Breaking away from her lips, he began to kiss and nibble other parts of her body.
The sensitive skin situated at the bend where her neck and shoulder met. His rough beard scraped her flesh, sensitizing her to his touch. It felt so good being here with him like this. As he began to move down her body, placing kisses on her bare skin, her channel began to slicken in anticipation.
She always loved having a man taste her, bringing her to orgasm with his tongue. There hadn’t been many lovers, but the ones she did have, were average in this area. Without thinking about it, she knew Tristan would more than surpass anyone else who came before him.
“Open for me,” he whispered. His mouth hovered just under her navel, his warm breath heating her skin.
On a whimper, she widened her legs for him, allowing him to see the wetness covering her soft folds.
“You are so beautiful, Camille.”<
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A moan of desire was her only response. “Please, Tristan,” she whimpered.
Grabbing her legs in his firm grasp, he pushed them up and over his shoulders. Grabbing her waist, he tugged her toward the end of the bed, closer to him. She placed her hands on the bed, gathering the bed covering in her hands, twisting the material as she waited for him to move.
Moans of desire and submission were the only sound in the room. Camille was to the point of begging and pleading if he didn’t do something soon. Camille decided to try another tactic. Using one hand, she trailed it down her body, her fingers seeking out her hardened nub. Dipping her finger into the wetness at her pussy, she undulated her hips.
“What are you doing, Camille?”
“I’m starting without you,” she purred. “You were taking too long.”
She was tempting the beast but didn’t care. She wanted him. Needed him. And if she had to push him over the edge to get what she wanted, so be it.
“If you don’t move your hand, I’ll turn you over and spank that beautiful plump ass of yours. This is my pussy. You don’t have permission to touch it,” he growled.
Her head lifted from the bed. As she looked into his eyes, Camille knew he was dead-ass serious. While she loved a good spanking as much as the next woman, there was no time to waste. Slowly moving her hand along her body, she trailed her wet digits from her pussy to her breasts, ultimately reaching her lips. Sucking one finger, then another into her mouth, she moaned at the taste of her own essence. Usually, this wasn’t something she did, but seeing the way Tristan’s eyes darkened, she was glad she’d chosen tonight to explore her freak side.
“Damn woman, you’re trying to kill me.” Moving with a speed she hadn’t expected, he brought his body flush with hers, his lips capturing hers in a wet kiss. His tongue licked at the skin of her lips, moaning as he did. “I can taste you,” he said just before deepening the kiss, pressing his covered erection against her heat.
Breaking their kiss, he whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want, Camille. I want to hear you say the words.” Hovering over her, he lifted one hand to move her hair away from her face.
Gasps and heavy breathing were all she could manage as they both stayed lost in the moment. She knew this was more than just sex. It had never been about just sex, and once she stopped fighting her feelings for Tristan, she was able to speak again.
“I want you to make me yours. Make me crave you. Give me everything you have, and I’ll do the same for you.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear, baby.” Making his way back down her body, he positioned himself between her legs, his mouth hovering over her juicy lower lips. Adjusting her lower limbs to rest them over his shoulders, he looked up at her and smiled.
“Hold on to the headboard, sweetness. I think I’m going to be here a while.”
“Tris—” was as far as she got before he leaned down and gave her one long swipe, his tongue pressing hard enough to open her up to him.
Camille moaned deeply and threw back her head in ecstasy. Her body arched in pleasure, giving him more access to her and submitting her body to him fully. Tristan lapped at her as if he were a starving man, and she was his only source of survival. One hand released its grip on her thigh and reached up to fondle her breast, stimulating her even more.
Camille moaned at the sensations coursing through her body. Tristan’s mouth was giving her more pleasure than she had ever felt, and she almost didn’t know how to respond. Could she truly let go and be herself, allow Tristan to control her pleasure?
Just then, she felt him change tactics and pull her clit into his mouth with a sucking motion. Camille saw stars. Electricity coursed through her veins, and her body felt as if it were flying. Yes, she was talking gibberish at this point, but she didn’t care.
Tears streamed down her face as her release came upon her like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. Her muscles locked. Her voice left as she screamed silently while Tristan continued to give her pleasure. The more he took, the more she gave as her body fell off the cliff of ecstasy.
Her breathing was heavy when he finally lifted his head from between her thighs. His face was covered in her juices, and she thought he had never looked sexier. Her pussy pulsed and quivered with need as she reached her arms toward him, pulling him up with all the strength she could muster.
“Fuck me, Tristan. I want to feel you inside me,” she begged.
Tristan pulled himself up, laying his body between her legs, his burning hot erection at the entrance to her core. He kissed her deeply, giving her a chance to taste her essence on his lips. This only made her want him even more. “Spread your legs just a bit wider, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
After their early escapades, she knew he was larger than average. Wrapping one leg around his waist so he would have more room to maneuver, she smiled up at him. “I can take everything you have.”
Tristan grabbed one of her hands, lacing his fingers with hers as he stared into her eyes. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
He positioned his cock at her opening and began to push slowly inside her. His eyes never left hers, the intense look on his face was almost more than she could handle. As the feelings became overwhelming, she tried to close her eyes.
“No, Camille. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. This moment right here is all ours. I will never want anyone as much as I want you, and I need you to see my face as I make you mine. Only mine.”
Tightening her grip on the hand that was clasped with hers, she snaked her other hand up to his neck, grabbed him as tightly as she could, and pulled him into her. She arched up, forcing more of his thick rod into her. The feeling of him stretching her slick channel caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. Tristan made her feel alive, and every moment in his arms was heaven.
“That goes both ways,” she said with a moan. Her hand was entangled in Tristan’s hair, gripping him tightly. She couldn’t let go. Wouldn’t let go.
Tristan began to pump deeper and harder into her body, his lips capturing hers in a rough, demanding kiss as he staked his claim on her body. After tonight, she knew she would be forever changed. All this time, she’d been fighting fate, thinking she didn’t need anyone to make her feel whole. Well, fate must be having a grand laugh now.
Nothing would ever take Tristan away from her. This felt right and good to be with him like this.
The intense feeling of him sinking inside her was overwhelming. Tingles coursed through her body as he hit the right spot every damn time. Camille never wanted this night to end.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Tristan’s free hand couldn’t seem to stop touching her body in every spot it could reach. “Wrap both legs around me. I need to be deeper, Camille. I need to feel all of you.”
As soon as she was fully opened to him, Tristan changed his pace. He was going so deep that he tapped her cervix with each thrust, which touched something inside her.
Camille responded to Tristan’s change in pace by rising and falling in coordination with him, spreading her legs to allow him full penetration of her body. His thrusts were deep and true, and the sensation of fullness was her constant companion. Their breathing was faster and harsher, and Camille was ready to fall over the cliff.
“Give it to me, baby. I want all of you, Camille. I want everything you have to give,” Tristan growled.
“Yes, Tristan. I’m yours,” the words were ripped from her throat as her limbs seized in orgasm. The pulsing of her channel around his thickness set off more sensations within her.
“You’re mine, Camille. Let go, baby. Give it all to me.”
She could feel him pulsing inside her. His growl of release was loud in her bedroom as he continued pushing inside her wet sheath. “Take it,” he whispered. “Oh, fuck, baby. Yeah, take all of it. I’m never letting you go. I can’t. I won’t. I’ll kill anyone who tries to break us apart.”
Camille knew she should be
upset with his words, but as she basked in the afterglow of good sex, she couldn’t muster up the energy. Right now, her focus was resting for a few minutes before convincing Tristan to go for a second round.
CHAPTER 7
Two Months Later
“You’ve been ignoring me.” Shandra cut her eyes at Camille as they ate lunch in one of the many restaurants in downtown Providence.
“I haven’t,” she automatically denied, even though she knew there was some truth to it. In the two months since she began seeing Tristan, he’d been slowly integrating himself into all aspects of her life. Not that she minded one bit, but there were moments like this that she wished it hadn’t been so much, so quickly.
“You such a hoe for that fine ass Italian. I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to be all over his fat dick. It is fat, right?”
Camille spewed her drink at Shandra’s words. Her friend never failed to speak her mind. If they hadn’t known each other for so long, she might have been offended by her words. But since they’d been friends for years, she knew this was Shandra’s way of letting Camille know everything was all good.
“I’m not telling you about the size of my man’s dick.” She tried to be all hard and mean, but the smile on her face gave her away.
Sucking her teeth, Shandra rolled her eyes. “Damn. You’re stingy as fuck with your shit. Now, if I was fucking a man who looked like that, I’d tell you if his sex game was on point.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you still don’t have any home training,” Camille quipped.
Shandra placed her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her open palm. “I just want to know what it’s like. How does it feel to have a man so fucking in love with you he can’t stand to be away from you for a day? What does it feel like to have someone love you so much, without asking for anything in return? Plus, he’s white. Well, Italian, which a lot of people say isn’t the same thing.” Flashing a cheeky smile at Camille, she lifted her glass and took a sip of her pomegranate martini.