~Warning—Mature content~
The room went silent as our bodies touched, his warm skin sending shivers down my spine. His lips found mine, soft yet firm. Our kiss was filled with passion and longing, his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth.
I moaned softly, my body melting against his. A part of me wanted to pull away, but another part yearned for more of his touch. All of a sudden, I felt like I was floating, suspended in some sort of blissful dream world.
His arms tightened around me, pulling me even closer until my breasts pressed against his muscular chest. I gasped at the contact, my nipples becoming instantly hard. My fingers curled into his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as I tried to fight the urge to press myself further against him.
But no matter how much I willed myself not to, I couldn't stop the desire burning inside of me. I needed to feel him, to remember what it would be like to have him touching me. To taste his lips and hear his words whispering in my ear.
His kisses became deeper, and more passionate, causing heat to pool between my legs. My body burned for him, begging for release. I whimpered softly, my hands moving up to cup his face as my mind struggled to break free from its haze.
He broke the kiss, looking deep into my eyes. "You're uncertain," he said in a low voice.
I nodded, unsure of whether I should admit the truth or deny it. But before either could come out of my mouth, Tristan kissed me again. His lips left mine, trailing down my neck to my collarbone. He paused there, kissing each spot gently as if savoring every second of it.
I shivered at his touch, feeling goosebumps prickle my flesh. I bit my lip, willing myself not to give in to the need rising within me.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice coming out ragged.
"Because..." he began, then stopped himself. "I can't help it. I'm sorry."
That was strangely odd. Why was he sorry? Most importantly, how did I let myself get caught up in this situation again?
Tristan leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine once more. This time, however, he didn't hold back. His mouth moved forcefully against mine, his tongue invading my mouth and coaxing me into giving in to him.
I groaned into his mouth, my body tingling with excitement as his kisses grew more demanding. His hands roamed freely across my body, his fingertips brushing against places that made my blood run hot.
He lifted me off the ground, carrying me towards the bed. We fell onto the mattress, his weight pressing me down into the soft pillows. With one swift movement, he pulled my dress up and over my head, leaving me completely clad in my underwear.
My heart raced as I watched him strip away his clothes, revealing a perfectly sculpted physique. I ran my eyes along his strong shoulders and broad chest, taking in every inch of him until it landed on that mesmerizing erection which had its attention directed toward me.
For some reason, I couldn't look away from him. It was like I had been hypnotized by his gaze. As if all of my senses were heightened, making everything seem more real than ever before.
Tristan's hand brushed against my cheek, running through my hair as he looked at me lovingly. I stared back into his eyes, seeing the same intense longing reflected there.
He lowered his lips to mine, whispering. "Don't try to fight it, Cecile."
His words sent a wave of heat rushing through my body the moment I felt his erection glide against my covered crotch. They also reminded me of what happened the last time we were together.
A moan escaped my lips as his hands slid down my sides, finding the hem of my underwear and pulling them down. The air hit my bare skin as they came off toward my knees, exposing my nakedness to him.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of his face staring at me. I knew where this would lead, but I still didn't want to stop him. There was something so primal about being exposed before him—something raw and animalistic that excited me beyond measure.
"You don't have to do this," I whispered under my breath. But even as I said it, I wasn't sure if it was true.
The bed creaked as Tristan shifted his position, bringing his body closer to mine. He reached down, unbuttoning my bra and tossing it aside. Then he pulled my panties down my legs, letting them fall to the floor.
I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers brushed against my wet slit, causing me to shudder. A wave of pleasure shot through me as his fingers found their way inside me.
"My, my, you're already wet for me, Cecile?" Tristan teased with a devilish smirk gracing those handsome features that it made me moan when I felt a thrust of another finger added, mimicking a pumping gesture of what he would do to me with his length.
His touch was gentle yet firm as his fingers went in and out of my folds, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I gripped the sheets beneath me, fighting the urge to arch my hips and grind against him.
He kissed me again, his tongue moving slowly across my lips. My body trembled as he continued to move his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing against my clit in slow circles.
I cried out as the sensations became too much for me to handle, my body tensing as I lost control. I dug my nails into the sheets, holding on tightly to keep them from falling apart.
Tristan took advantage of my weakness, pushing me down onto the bed until I was flat on my stomach. Then he straddled my body, his hard cock pressed against my ass.
"What are you doing?" I whimpered, unable to hide the panic in my voice.
He smirked down at me, reaching between us to stroke himself. "You know exactly what I'm doing."