Tristan woke in the darkness. Avery was stirring against him and he stared anxiously at her. "Hi." She smiled faintly at him.
"Hi. Do you feel better?"
She moved cautiously. "Aye. How is Marshall?"
"He'll live, thanks to you."
She turned her head slowly, groaning a little, and he sat up. "Should I get Maya?"
"No. Please - lie back down with me. It helps."
He relaxed back against the pillow and she curled up against him, staring up at him. He cupped her face, stroking her pale cheek with his thumb, and then dipped his head and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth. She returned the kiss, smiling a little, and he kissed her again. When she didn't resist, he
turned until he was facing her and tugged gently on her braid until she tilted her head back. He kissed her neck, sucking and licking at the soft skin until she was moving restlessly against him.
"Tristan." She sighed and he captured her mouth with his, kissing her until her lips parted and he could push his tongue between them.
"Tristan, what are you doing?" she whispered when he trailed a path of hot kisses across her jawline.
"Maya said this would help," he murmured into her ear before tracing the curve of it with the tip of his tongue. She moaned quietly and clutched at his shoulders.
"Is it?" He sucked lightly on her earlobe, making her shiver.
"Aye."
"Good." He kissed her again, and she opened her mouth immediately and slipped her tongue
into his mouth. He sucked hard on it until she was thrusting her hips against him, and then released her. He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple and pinching it lightly. She arched her back as he bent his head and placed a gentle kiss on her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He traced her smooth hip, running his fingers along her leg before slipping them across the top of her legs and tracing circles in the soft hair between her thighs.
"Tristan, wait..."
He stopped. "I want to make you feel better, Avery. Let me help you."
"I know, but the others..."
He kissed her cheeks and then the tip of her nose. "Just for tonight, Avery. Let me touch you tonight. Let me make you feel good, and I promise I won't touch you again after this. No one needs to know about it."
She stared doubtfully at him and he picked up her hand and placed a gentle kiss in the palm of it. She shivered and cupped his face. "Do you promise?"
"I promise."
She hesitated and then nodded. "All right."
He smiled and immediately slipped his hand back between her legs, cupping her warm sex
and parting her lips so he could rub her clit.
She gasped at the sudden intimacy, her hips jerking against his hand as he rubbed and pressed
her small pink nub. It swelled and hardened against his fingers, and she moaned in pleasure before sliding her hand down his abdomen and wrapping her fingers around his cock.
He groaned, his own hips thrusting helplessly as she stroked him. She kissed his neck and then ran her tongue along his collarbone, tasting the saltiness of his skin as he inhaled sharply and slipped his longest finger inside of her. She stared sightlessly at the ceiling above her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and slowly slid his finger in and out of her.
"Please, Tristan," she moaned, her hand squeezing around his cock.
He pushed her onto her back and she parted her thighs eagerly as he knelt between them. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged his body down onto hers. He reached between them and positioned his cock at her warm, wet opening. He pushed into her, groaning at the feel of her smooth walls, and she cried out with pleasure. Immediately, warmth and power flooded through him and he stopped as he remembered what Maya had said to him.
"Don't stop." She pounded him on the back and arched her hips against his, taking him fully inside of her.
"Wait, girl," he gasped out.
"Why?" she muttered. "Tristan, I don't want to stop."
"Are you – are you trying to heal me?"
"What?" She groaned. "For the gods sake, Tristan! No!" She moaned in frustration and
kissed him frantically, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
"There's nothing to heal. I swear it," she whispered against his mouth. "We're so good
together... can you not feel it?"
He stared down at her. Her face was flushed with colour, and her light green eyes were
shining with excitement and need. The dark circles under her eyes were completely gone and she was practically glowing with pleasure.
She smiled up at him. "Make me feel good, Tristan, please."
He groaned and plunged in and out of her, leaning down to kiss her as he propped himself on his hands above her and began a steady rhythm. She made small sounds of excitement and pleasure, her hands clenching and unclenching on his chest as she met him stroke for stroke.
As her smooth walls squeezed and released his cock repeatedly, his groin tightened, and he lost his smooth easy movement within her.
"Avery," he groaned. "I'm so close."
"Me too," she panted. "Don't stop."
He thrust harder and her moans grew steadily louder until her body suddenly stiffened under
him and she came with a loud, hard cry. Her muscles clenched tightly and as she climaxed around him, a powerful wave of such intense pleasure surged through him that he came immediately. He shuddered and moaned above her, desperately controlling the urge to shift, until he collapsed weakly against her.
He breathed harshly, resting his head on her breast as she stroked his long hair until he finally forced himself to roll off of her. She curled up against him like a small cat.
"What in the name of the gods was that?" He stared at her with a combination of shock and awe.
She coloured slightly. "What?"
He stared down at her, his chest heaving for air. "I've never felt anything like that before." She stared solemnly at him for a few seconds before her face broke out in a huge grin.
"You're welcome."