by Morgan Fox
Nibbling her bottom lip, she did as he asked.
Tristan reached into the nightstand and pulled out a few condoms and lubricant. When he glanced back at her, he saw her petite body sprawled across the bed. Her legs were together, and her hands were draped over her belly. He placed the condoms and lube on the pillow and moved to stand at the side of the bed where her feet dangled.
Gently he caressed her legs, starting at her ankles, and worked his way up to the dark hair between her legs. He pressed the palms of his hands against her thighs and forced her legs to part. Then he reached down to her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gasped as his cock rubbed over her clit. He bucked his hips several times, sliding between her legs.
He pushed her legs up to her chest, spreading her as wide as he could. He dipped his finger inside her pussy once again and spread the wetness over her clit. His heart raced watching as pure delight consumed her.
Positioning his cock at her entrance, he pushed inside her. The tight grip of her cunt forced a wild groan from deep within his chest. The warm glove of her body held him securely, and he sucked in a breath as every sensation heightened.
She gasped as he eased his hips back and then tenderly drove them forward. The sensations were pure agony. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast, his cock was begging him to drill inside her like a piston, but he couldn’t. Not yet.
He leaned over her, pulling one leg up over his shoulder so he could rest his knee on the edge of the bed. The position gave him better access, allowing him to dive deeper inside her. He pumped his hips a little faster, but still at a steady pace.
Her erect nipples summoned his attention. He teased the tender beads, massaging her breasts, enjoying the soft warmth that filled his palm perfectly. He took her hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Touch yourself for me,” he told her. His blood warmed at the idea of her delicate hands exploring her body. Locking on his gaze, she did as he asked, massaging her soft mounds.
“Pull on your nipples,” he instructed, and again she did as he asked. But this time as she enjoyed the feel of her own body, her eyes closed and her face flushed.
The sight had him almost coming instantly. He slowly pulled out of her, and her eyes opened.
“Get on your knees.” His breath was ragged, and his voice no longer sounded like his own. She rolled to her side and assumed the position on her hands and knees. “Scoot back and place your knees at the edge of the bed.”
His pulse raced so fast through his veins he could hardly hear anything but the rush of his blood. He ran the palms of his hand over the feminine swell of her ass, over her hips, and up her spine. Gently he pushed between her shoulder blades so that she rested on her elbows instead of her hands, forcing her ass higher in the air.
“That’s my girl. You look so beautiful.”
He pulled the condom over his thick shaft and positioned himself inside her pussy, sliding into her dampness. Then he grabbed the lubricant and oozed some on her anus. With his fingers he smeared the gel all over her, dipping his finger inside, reminding her body of what he’d done to her earlier.
“Are you ready?” he asked her as his breath quickened.
Nodding, she whimpered, “Yes, I’m ready.”
He pulled his cock from her cunt and repositioned it at her anus. Slowly he pushed against the tight ring until her body began to give way. Inch by agonizing inch, he shoved inside. Ever so gently, he filled her and hesitated to move until he thought her body had adjusted to him.
She pushed against him, and he took that as the sign that she was ready for him to move. He slowly stroked his cock, pulling it back and then gently shoving back inside. She gasped as he filled her. Her tight ass gripped his cock unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He reached around her waist, his fingers seeking out her clit. Tenderly, he rubbed it as he arched his hips forward, drilling deep.
“Tristan,” she breathed. “That feels—” Her words tore from her lips as she moaned in release.
Her body tightened around his. “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, continuing to pump inside her until her orgasm subsided.
Then he pulled out of her ass and stripped his cock of the condom, tossing the rubber to the floor. She collapsed onto her chest in a breathless heap. He rolled her onto her back and crawled up onto the bed, hovering over her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and effortlessly lifted her, moving her to the center of the bed.
He waited a moment for her eyes to open before he sank between her spread legs, driving his cock into the depths of her pussy. Instantly, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He took possession of her mouth, kissing her with a hunger like he’d never experienced before. He’d sought to give her pleasure and only managed to amplify his own. Her body belonged to him now, only him. A possessive need crept up inside his mind as he pumped his hips faster.
He cupped her face in his hands, greedily kissing her, loving the feel of her tongue sliding against his. Her delicious flavor would forever be branded in his mind, and he would always crave it. Need it.
He met her passion-filled gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. The love he saw reflected in her eyes was enough to rob him of breath. He drove his hips forward, slamming his cock into the depths of her body. Her heavy-lidded stare was his undoing. An explosion of light flickered in his eyes as his body was engulfed in sensations that could only be explained by the love he felt for Lydia. His entire body trembled as his seed filled her womb.
Lydia quivered as his cock drilled against the walls of her pussy. He filled her, fitting inside her like he was always meant to be a part of her. She’d thought that the moment they first made love, but this was something different. This was an eternal bond that would never be broken.
Tristan loved her. The boy that had once unknowingly stolen her heart was now her husband and making love to her in a way that no other man ever had.
“I love you, Tristan,” she said against his ear, his breathless body pressing down on her.
He raised his head, his blue-gray eyes filled with the same love she had in her heart. “I love you, Lydia.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “I always have.”
She kissed his forehead and held him close. “I want to tell you something,” she whispered. Her voice was raw from her throaty cries of pleasure.
“What?” He held her gaze.
She swallowed, licking her suddenly dry lips. “I’ve never been with another man before. You were my first.”
He pushed up so he was resting on his elbows, his weight still pressing against her. “Come again?”
She smiled and caressed the side of his face. “You heard me. The first night we were together…that was the first night I’d given myself to a man.” She’d wanted to tell him since that night, but she’d never had the courage. For whatever reason, she felt silly for wanting him to know, but now, after they’d just made love so erotically, she didn’t seem to feel the same way. “Don’t look so shocked, Tristan. I wasn’t a virgin to the ways of sex, just to the ways of a real man inside me.”
His brow furrowed, and she figured he didn’t understand what she was trying to explain. “I used a dildo for years. I imagined it was you. I’ve always wanted you to be my first…my only.”
A slow smiled tugged at his lips. “You fucked yourself with a fake weenie?”
Lydia frowned. “Well, you don’t have to say it like that.”
Tristan’s tongue flicked out of the corner of his mouth. A fiery look consumed his gaze. “Lydia, that’s hot.”
She stared at him for a moment and then giggled. “You think so, huh?”
Grinning, he told her, “Oh, yes, and I have the best idea ever.”
Her belly suddenly filled with a million butterflies. Tristan’s ideas were usually very naughty. “What sort of idea?”
Tristan sat up on his knees, his fingers sliding between her legs. She moaned as he playfully stroked her sensitive clit. He bent down and took her erec
t nipple into his mouth, nibbling gently.
He glanced up to meet her gaze. “Where is it?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
She shivered. The visions in her mind had her strolling down the path that had her body filled with both his cock and the dildo. A wicked fantasy she knew Tristan would be eager to fulfill. She appreciated his hungry appetite, and it was dangerously contagious.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked teasingly.
“That depends,” he said, flicking his tongue over her nipple the same way his finger was teasing her clit. “Are you thinking about my cock in your ass and that dildo in your cunt? Because if you are, then yes. I’m totally thinking the same thing.”
Her lungs struggled to keep air in them. She was panting, writhing in his hands at just the thought of him doing those wicked things to her. She bit her bottom lip. Her fingers traced down the firm ridge of muscles at his waist until they gripped his soft but hardening cock. He wasn’t ready yet, but she was about to get him there.
“It’s your turn first,” she told him. “Lay on your back.”
He arched a dark brow. “As you wish,” he said with a crooked grin.
She licked her lips, moistening them before taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Slowly she took as much of him in as she could, sucking and then swirling her tongue around his shaft and over the head. She was daring and couldn’t resist the urge to nibble just a little. As she nipped at the head, he hissed, but it wasn’t a pain-filled sound, but more of one filled with immense pleasure.
She sucked him, sliding her warm mouth up and down on his cock mimicking the same motions as if he were sliding in and out of her pussy. He groaned as she feasted on him. The taste of him filled her mouth. He bucked his hips forward as if to drive his cock into the back of her throat.
Then he gripped her shoulders and yanked her up. “Where is the dildo?” he begged sternly.
“My nightstand,” she breathed.
Before she could blink, he was up and out of bed, flinging open the drawer to her nightstand. He pulled out the big blue dildo and smiled. “This was what you used to fuck yourself?”
The word fuck was never in her vocabulary until she met Tristan. Now every time he used it her pussy throbbed with need. She nodded. “I dreamed it was you.”
Tristan looked at it and then down between his legs. Lydia shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a good guesser.”
Surprisingly the dildo was similar in size and shape to Tristan, and that only made things even better. He crawled back onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs, lifting her ass up so that her knees were practically in her face.
He put on another condom and coated the dildo with lubricant. He teased her pussy with the head of the dildo, rubbing it over her clit. Finally, he sank it into her wet pussy. She moaned as he pumped it in and out of her. Then he smeared her anus with lubricant and placed his cock at her entrance. Holding her gaze, he slowly pushed inside her. Her body erupted in euphoria as his cock drilled deep into her body, filling her completely.
As he bucked his hips, he did the same with the dildo. Her body was on fire, consumed with lust and desires she never knew existed within her.
“That feels so amazing,” she muttered, pinching her nipples. “Don’t stop.”
“Damn,” Tristan groaned through clenched teeth. “You feel so good…so tight.”
Truth was she didn’t think her body and mind could take much more. Tristan was doing things to her that had her spiraling out of control. Everything inside her body ignited into a fiery frenzy. She came with a blinding force.
“Ah,” she moaned.
Tristan pumped his hips and fist over and over again, driving as deep as he could inside her. He growled as he came. Trembling, he pulled his cock and dildo from her body and collapsed on the bed beside her.
“Holy shit,” he breathed against her, his mouth inches from her own. “When I can feel my body…I want to do that again.”
She smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the tantalizing sensation flooding through her. “Okay,” she replied. “I’d like that.” He was making her wicked.
He pulled her against him, snuggling close. His breathing slowed, and he shifted beside her so that he was facing her. “Lydia,” he whispered her name.
She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Thank you,” he said.
Her brow narrowed. “For what?”
“For waiting for me.” He kissed her lips. “I can’t believe you did it, but I’m glad you did. We were meant for each other. You just figured it out first.” Resting on his elbows, he covered her with his body. “I will love you forever and always.”
Her heart pounded against her ribs. She’d finally found the happiness she’d longed for, and all she had to do was save the boy she loved from being a zombie.
No problem.
“Tristan, I’ll always wait for you. I love you.”
He kissed her lips, and the sweetness of his touch brought tears to her eyes. She loved Tristan more than anything else in the world. “Good because I’m never letting you go. Never.”
Lydia smiled. “I can live with that.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Morgan Fox currently resides in Texas and has been writing romance for as long as she can remember. As a teenager she wrote dozens of short stories about love, loss, danger, and of course the seductive bad boy.
A graduate from the University of Texas at Dallas, she was raised in Florida but navigated to Texas as quickly as she could. Most days, you can find Morgan on her computer diving headlong into her fierce imagination, where anything can happen.
When not writing, or thinking about writing, she enjoys cycling with her husband and reading all kinds of romance novels. Finding time for all things she loves can be challenging, but with a supportive husband, all things are possible.
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