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CHAPTER 10

TRISTAN

“Tristan,” she sighs before our tongues duel for position in this kiss we’re sharing. Pulling back, I allow myself to look at her for just a few moments, just to get my fill of her. My hands slide down her stomach to the button of the jeans she was trying to get off earlier. With jerky movements, I get them unfastened and push them down her legs, panties and all.

“Let’s get this off too,” I whisper as I grasp the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her body, leaving her in nothing more than a lacy bra, that’s become see-through. “Damn.” My eyes run up and down her body, before they come to rest on the smooth skin just above the scalloped edges of her bra.

With the index finger of both of my hands, I draw her collarbone from end to end, coming to meet in the middle. When they meet, I trace the line of her sternum down to the skin that’s gotten my attention. Her breaths are coming faster, her sharp intake is heard in the relative quiet of the room. The pouring of the water in the shower does nothing to hide her excitement. Using those fingers, I hook them into the encasements and pull down, exposing her flesh to my eyes for the first time.

“Mmmm, Lia.” I love the fact those nubs have tightened under my gaze, the skin pulling taut.

Her breathing is heavier now, she’s restlessly moving on her feet. “Do something, please.”

“What is it you want me to do?” I tilt my head to the left, slowly licking my suddenly dry lips.

When she doesn’t answer, I raise my eyes from where they’ve been locked up to her face. There’s desire, passion, arousal in those depths. There’s also a sense of impatience. “Make me feel good.” She lets her head fall back onto her shoulders.

My cock is hard beneath my boxer briefs and I’m almost positive that one touch from her will unman me, but I want her to feel good just as much as she wants to feel good too. Reaching out, I grab her hand in mine, still cold as ice, and bring it down to the tented front of my underwear. “Come on, Lia, show me how much you want it.”

Her small hand snakes between the waistband and my flesh, grasping me with a firm stroke, pushing first down and then back up again, using her palm to circle the head, gather the fluid already there, and then go back down again.

For me? That’s game over. I attack her with everything I’ve got, ripping the bra off her body when I can’t make my fingers cooperate, and then taking one tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue as I move my hands down her back and cup her ass. With little help she circles her legs around my waist and I walk us into the shower.

There are jets all around, and a waterfall showerhead; I’m not worried about making sure she’s getting warm as I push her against the wall, using the weight of my body to hold her up as I get out of my now wet boxer briefs. I sling them behind me, not giving a fuck where they end up, and then use my hand to cup her breast, feeding it back into my mouth.

“Oh my god, Tristan.” She thrusts against me, pushing as close to my body as she can. “Feels so good.”

I let her nipple go with a groan. “I know.”

Grasping her jaw, I situate her mouth the way I want it and then I take the kiss I’ve wanted to take since I first saw her. We move this way and that, nipping, biting, eating up one another with an uncontrolled passion like I’ve never felt before. Pulling away, I balance her body against the wall and move down, until I’m between her thighs.

“Hang on, baby. This is my specialty.” I grin up at her as I dive in.

Using my tongue, mouth, and fingers I bring her to the edge two or three times, teasing her clit as I push my middle and index finger inside of her, using my other hand to hold her thighs open. The fingers of one of her hands is twisted in my hair, holding me to her while the other is working on her nipple, pulling hard enough to make her moan louder when I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

“Tristan, I want you, I want to come with you inside me,” she gasps. “And I’m so hot, now, so fucking hot.”

I let go of her, moving back so that I can look up. She’s in her own world, teasing her nipple with her fingers, her head moving this way and that against the shower wall, her cheeks a bright red, those lips of hers full and plump with the passion I shared with them.

The steam of the shower has created an almost dream sequence feeling to what’s going on, but I’m with her, it’s too hot. Carefully letting her down, I reach over to turn the knobs into the off position when I feel her mouth wrap around my dick.

“Jesus Christ.” I throw my head back, inhaling a breath so deep it concaves my stomach. “You’ve gotta stop.” I grip my fingers in her hair. “If you want me to actually get it inside you, you have to stop.” I pull her back.

She uses her hand to move up and down on my length, then sticks her tongue out to tease the tip. “You’re no fun.”

“After we’ve got a few rounds out of our way, you can have all the fun you want, I promise.”

Pulling her up by the arm, I pick her up again, carrying her into the bedroom. As I toss her on the made bed, both of us dripping from the water in the shower, I cover her body with mine. “I don’t think I can wait,” I groan as she opens her thighs to make room for me in between them.

“I can’t either.” She fuses our lips together, kissing me in a hurried, hot manner that has me panting even harder.

“We didn’t talk about things, but I have condoms in the drawer.”

“Yeah, that would be a good idea.” She licks the taste of me off her lips as I sit back on my haunches, reaching backward so I can grab the condom. That one piece of latex will be the only thing separating us in just a few moments. Quicker than I have before, I suit up. Then I gently spread her thighs again, pushing in as carefully as I can.

“God, you’re tight.” I pitch forward on my hands, palming the covers by her head, gripping them to keep from blowing my load as soon as I’m seated inside her.

“Not too experienced.” She clutches at me. “I’ve only been with one other guy. To be honest, it was teenage rebellion after I realized the rules of the monarchy didn’t dictate I would be a virgin.”

And he must not have been nearly as big as me, or it was a long time ago, because she’s tight and having trouble accepting me. Dropping my head, I go to work on her neck, move back down to those tits that look just as good slick with water as they did cupped in lace.

“Ohhh,” she moans, pressing her head against the blanket.

“Yeah?” I shift my hips, pressing further into her.

“Yeah.” She opens her eyes, grinning up at me. “Do it, Tristan. Make me yours.”

There’s something about the words she spoke, about the way she trusts me, it makes me want to be a good man for her. I want our lives to be happy, and I know that this will be a huge part of that. Giving her what she asks for, I push all the way in, groaning loudly, letting my head drop as I absorb the feeling of her tightening around my length. “Fuck me.” I push up on my knees. “Are you ready, Lia?”

“Yeah.” She nods, gripping my biceps as I withdraw and then push back into her. After a few tentative thrusts, we get a rhythm down and soon she’s lifting up to meet me halfway.

With each journey into her, I moan and she makes this little “mmm” noise that I swear to God will make me hard for the rest of my life. We pick up speed as our bodies slide together, and I let my arms drop some of my weight on her. Her nipples catch on my chest as we slide up and down, in and out. She tightens around me, and that little “mmm” turns into something much louder.

“Tris.” She wraps her legs around my waist, holding me tightly to her.

“Are you there?” I wrap my arms around her body, holding onto her ass as I piston my hips in and out, my thighs screaming, my cock throbbing, the bed making a squeaking noise it’s never made before. We’re thrusting against each other, caught up in this maelstrom of feeling I’ve never had, and just as I think it can’t get any better, her nails drag down my back and she screams her pleasure loudly.

The tightening of her channel around my dick is all it takes, and I bury my face in her neck as I roar my approval, my thrusts faltering, becoming erratic as I find the ultimate release inside her.

For long moments afterward, we lay together, both of us breathing heavily.

It’s odd, I thought I’d be embarrassed with her after this, because of how open we are with one another, but I’m not. I feel closer to her than I ever have. “I’ll be right back.” I lean in, kissing her forehead. “Are you okay?” I ask as I get off of the bed, looking down at her.

Her eyes are closed, there’s beard burn on her chest, neck, and between her thighs, not to mention love bites that I don’t even remember giving to her. She slowly opens her eyes as a lazy smile spreads across her face. “I’ve never been better.”

Going into the bathroom, I take care of the condom and then rush back out, where I see the bed is empty. For a second my heart drops, but then I notice the blanket is also gone, and then I notice her standing before the windows, overlooking the ocean with the comforter wrapped around her body.

“It’s snowing.” She turns to look at me over her shoulder. “All that rain turned into snow. It’s so beautiful.”

I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her. “Yeah it is.” But I’m not looking at the view of the ocean, I’m looking at this woman who just took me to paradise and back.

She turns, opening her arms, giving me the comforter. Taking her hint, I wrap it around me, then wrap my arms around her waist, encapsulating us both. I can’t keep my hands off her, can’t stop from slightly kissing her neck, shoulder, and temple as we stand, enjoying our own piece of tranquility.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks quietly a few minutes later.

Kissing her neck, I nod. “Anything.”

“How many women have you had in here?”

That wasn’t the question I was expecting, but I can understand it. “None, I don’t bring them back to my bedroom. You’re the first, and the last.”

She turns in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck. “Maybe I shouldn’t, but I like the sound of that.” Her smile is shy, almost uncertain, but her shining eyes are enough to make me feel like I’ve given her the world.

“I like the sound of that too.” I drop my head to kiss her softly. “So, there’s a room service option here, and there’s a hidden TV at the foot of the bed with Netflix on it.” I raise my eyebrows. “Could I interest you?”

She pinches my arm. “You didn’t tell me there was a TV in here.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so lazy as I am right now,” I admit as I yawn loudly.

“Let’s do it then, order food, lounge in bed, and watch whatever we feel like.”

That honestly sounds like the best time ever, and no one will ever know how much it means to me that it happened with her.

“Your wish is my command.”

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” She giggles as she lays down, pulling the sheet around her naked body.

“No.” I tilt her head back, making sure she’s looking at me, making sure she sees me giving her my promise. “As the king, I’ll serve the country. But as your husband, I’ll serve you.”