The dark alcohol swirled in the glass, Tristan’s fingers methodically fidgeting as her question sat between them. A moment went by, maybe two, and Tristan spoke seriously. His eyes trained on a spot on the blanket. “You impress me.” He said it without hesitation, his bones feeling sure and steady as he went on. “You piqued my curiosity, and,” He stopped, eyes squinting in wonder. “you held it.” He shook his head suddenly, coming back to them sitting in his bed. He took a drink, finishing off the glass. “That’s never happened before.” His tone was casual now and he poured himself more bourbon, quickly drinking it down.
Tristan looked at Racey beside him, her strikingly fair skin mere inches from his grasp. He stared at his hand, watching his fingertips skirt up her bare thigh, comforted by the softness there. He hooked his fingers behind the knee closest to him and tugged Racey so she was laying beneath him. He propped a leg under one of her’s, holding them apart. His fingers went back to trailing her skin, finding her folds too easily. He teased as he found her gaze, his face was still serious. “You’re sexy, in a way I want to explore.” He dipped down and nibbled at her neck, mouthing at the skin there, just as soft as between her legs. “In a way I want to take my time with, experiment.” He tugged at her folds a bit, experimenting, just like he said. “In a way I want to keep coming back.” He pressed his erection against her side, groaning as he stole her warmth. “You steal me from my own mind.” His mouth was on hers, then, any other thoughts or secrets left unspoken and poured onto her tongue.
Racey grinned as she listened to him, as she watched him. She had never had anyone really say those things about her. Sexy she got bit impressive…. yeah there wasn’t anything she did that was ever super impressive. She placed her hand on the one he held the bottle with pushing it down so to pour herself more of the liquor, before throwing it in her mouth, swirling it a bit and swallowing.
She watched his eyes scan her and where her nervousness would have shown a certain comfort rushed over her. The way Tristan took her in, it made her confidence sky rocket. The goose bumps rising in the wake of his fingers made her shiver but her eyes stayed locked with his. She was his. And he could do whatever he wanted to right now and she would….
she stopped and moaned at him tugging at her folds. Her head falling into him. Her fingers slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp as she let him move slowly against her. Her breath mingling with his. She pulled away, peeking at him through her lashes, “I don’t want you to ever leave, Tristan.” Her eyes though heavy were serious. She bit her lip at the feeling of his erection pressing against her, and then his lips were against hers. Their tongues tangling and for the first time it felt like a dance rather than a battle. A slow patient dance that made her breathless.
She pulled away holding his face between her hands and looking into his eyes, “you have made my reality worth being present for.” Her chest heaved as she caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair, a question begging to leave her lips as her eyes filled with tears, “I don’t wanna go back, Tristan. But, I don’t know how to fix what I did.”
Her lips quivered as they pressed back to his and she turned to him, taking him in her hand, she hitched her leg over his hip and pushed his hand out of the way, before pressing down into his cock. Moaning at the feeling of him filling her yet again. She pressed a finger to his lips, “Don’t move, I just wanna stay like this. I wanna keep talking to you. I like talking to you. This way you get what you want and I get what I want. It’s your turn to ask a question.” She weakly grinned trying her best to pull the pools that had flooded her blue eyes back in. Nobody liked a crier.
Originally posted by awbuckyno