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He worked himself in slowly, the pressure different, more intense, at this angle. He had to drag himself slowly out, then push back in a few times, adjusting the slant of my hips, before he began to pump into me in earnest.

My hands fisted in the sheets, my cheek flat to the bed, as he worked me from behind, his breathing heavy and harsh, loud enough to be heard even over my own uneven pants.

He worked me so hard that his hips began to slam into me, making a slapping noise against my ass.

I was a little shocked that there was no pain, only a pleasure building that was so big I wasn’t sure I could handle it. It was coming over me like a tidal wave, the sensations overwhelming.

“It’s too—too much, Tristan,” I stammered, trembling with it.

“No, sweetheart,” he panted, still driving into me, not even pausing. “Just let go. Let go for me, Danika.”

I closed my eyes and let go. I let go of that thing inside of me that always wanted to cling to every ounce of control, and just let the waves of sensation wash over me, seeping into every pore.

I went over the edge trembling, gasping.

“Tristan,” I nearly shouted.

“Danika,” he said softly, that one word full of intensity.

He rocked deep into me twice more before he came inside of me, shaking against my back, and repeating my name raggedly.

I loved it.

He lay on my back, his weight pushing me down. Softly, and oh so sweetly, he kissed my neck.

That weight on me, at one time such a terror, was now just a solid reassurance. It was absolutely flooring what trust could do.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR





“I want to suck your dick,” I said into his ear, deliberately crude.

He stiffened.

I should have been worn out. We both should have, but we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. A few bouts of the best sex of my life had only made me hungry for more.

“Not in the cards tonight,” he whispered back, confirming once and for all that he had superhuman control, since I could see that he was clearly hard. Again. “No more selfless acts from you. I couldn’t stand it if I realized at the end that you were just suffering through it…”

I smiled as I pulled out my winning hand. “I’ve never done it before.”

He went absolutely still, not moving or speaking for a solid minute. “Excuse me?” he finally said, pulling back to look at me.

I licked my lips slowly, drawing his attention there. “I’ve never sucked a cock before, and I’d like to suck yours. What do you say?”

“How is that possible?”

“The other…we just didn’t, and the two guys I’ve dated didn’t do oral, so I’ve never done it either…It only seemed fair.”

“That’s making the whole thing seem pretty f*cking calculated.”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Am I wrong? Why should I do something they weren’t willing to do?”

“I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about this right here, with us. Are you only offering because I’ve done it for you?”

I shook my head slowly, my eyes never leaving him. “I want to. I want to know what you taste like. I want to feel you coming in my mouth. I want to make you feel good. You were upset with me earlier, when I got you off with no thought to myself, but I love doing that for you. It’s almost as good as when you do it for me.”

“You swear you want to do it? This isn’t some power play?”

Part of me hated that he knew me well enough to act like that, to know just the way my mind worked, but another part of me loved it. There was something so comforting in the certainty that someone knew about your biggest flaws and was still willing to stick around. “I swear it’s not. I’d like to try it.” I smiled my best siren’s smile, and I knew by the heat in his eyes that it was a good one. “Pretty please, may I suck your big cock?”

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Now, how could I turn that down? You said pretty please, so I’m pretty sure I have to let you now.”

“True story,” I agreed.

I was still smiling as he came to his feet on the side of the bed, his own smiling face turned serious and harsh with intensity in a flash.

“Get on your knees,” he said thickly.

I did, curious and puzzled as to what he planned, but very content to let him do the planning.