Crash Into Me(24)

His hands undressed me as he tenderly peppered my neck with kisses, sending tendrils of want throughout my body. My dress slipped down over my shoulders and hips to end up in a heap on the floor, leaving me only in my drenched panties and bra, which quickly followed the rest of my clothes.

He moaned my name as he lifted me onto the bed and slid out of his pants as he climbed up to join me. I reached out to pull him to me, but he sat back on his feet and the next thing I felt was the most exquisite sensation I'd ever experienced. I pressed my head into the pillows as his tongue danced over my tender flesh, flicking and lapping so expertly that my body wanted to surrender to him long before it should.

His lips closed around my excited clit, and he sucked gently for just a moment, but it was enough. My orgasm tore through me until it reached the very ends of my body, and I arched my back to feel all of his mouth against me as I exploded into pieces. He pushed my hips down onto the bed and held me tightly as he rode my * with his tongue and lips. For a moment I fought against his hold, but soon gave in to his control, begging for more as my skin grew sensitive to the touch.

He groaned my name as he slid his body up mine until he covered me. His mouth pressed against my mouth, and I tasted myself on his tongue as it slipped across my lips. His hands pushed into my hair and tugged, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure skittering over my scalp. My senses threatened overload, but I would have begged for more, if need be. He was power and control, and I loved it.

A quick lean over to the nightstand and the sound of foil tearing and he was back kissing me. Spreading my thighs wider, he settled in between them with a moan and slid the full length of his cock through my wet slit. He was thick and long, nearly making me come again with one thrust over my sensitive clit. As much as that would have been pure pleasure, I wanted to hold back until he was inside me.

I slid my hands down his back and pulled him into me, desperate to have all of him. As he devoured my mouth with kisses, he pushed into my body, inch by delicious inch until every part of our bodies joined together as one.

The feeling was unlike anything else I'd ever experienced. His rhythm met mine and I clung to his shoulders as he thrust up into me, grazing some delicious spot inside me that sent strings of pleasure rippling through my body.

Tristan lifted his head from my neck and looked into my eyes. His gaze was full of need as he retreated from my body and then drove back into me with a deep groan. He was the picture of desire.




I wanted him to feel as wonderful as he made me feel. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips to take him deeper into me. He exhaled heavily into the pillow near my ear, moaning, "Oh, God, Nina," and buried his cock to the hilt.

My nails scratched down his back as our bodies raced toward sweet oblivion. He moved to his knees and rolled his back, his hips thrusting faster as his muscles tightened, signaling his release. In a second, my own orgasm roared through me, and I cried out in ecstasy.

Exhausted, we laid there in each other's arms silently joined together for what seemed like hours. I stroked his hair where it touched his neck, damp from our lovemaking, as his breathing returned to normal next to my ear. Even though he was much bigger than I was, the feel of him on top of me wasn't heavy or oppressive, and I would have been happy to stay like that forever.

When he finally rolled off me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I laid my head on his chest and traced my fingers over his stomach, loving the feel of the taut muscles that rippled just beneath his skin. Beneath my head, his heart beat in my ear as he drew circles with his fingertip on my shoulder. It was sweeter and gentler than anything I'd imagined could happen with Tristan.