Tristan's POV:
Lucy and I sat together in our chambers, the soft glow of candles casting a warm light on our faces and shadows across the room. We'd already made our plan the night before, and now we waited patiently for the right moment to put it into action.
Lucy leaned her head on my shoulder, her eyes fixed on the flames dancing in the fireplace. I couldn't resist the urge to wrap an arm around her, pulling her close.
"We'll get through this, together," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down my spine.
Lucy smiled, her eyes sparkling with determination. "We always do," she said again, her voice although a little louder than before, was barely above a whisper.
Our faces were inches apart, the tension between us very palpable. My eyes locked onto Lucy's, my gaze burning with desire.
Without another word, my lips met hers, the kiss very passionate and all-consuming. The world outside our chambers melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our burning desire for each other.
As we broke apart for air, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "We have a plan to put into action, remember?" she teased, her voice husky with intense desire.
I grinned. "I remember," I replied, my eyes gleaming with anticipation. "And I'm looking forward to it, but for now, it can wait," I replied, grabbing her waist with one hand and pulling her close again.
Her breath hitched as I brought her over me, her weight more than what it had been when I'd found her more than a year ago. Her small hands went up to my bare shoulder as she straddled me, settling over my lap.
Her shirt —--one of the many she had stolen from my side of the closet in the past months — ruched up around her hips, giving me a wonderfully unrestricted view of her bare pussy over my groin, separated only by the fabric of my pants.
As I deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing to the rhythm of our hot desire, her small, soft hands moved over my shoulders, the side of my neck, my chest, my rock abs, everywhere. And I reveled in it, in her possessiveness.
Breaking the kiss, I flipped her over in one swift move and then kissed her lightly on the lips before proceeding to leave a trail of peppery butterfly kisses from her lips to her neck, then lower.
Stopping at her round, beautiful, perky tits that were just about the size of my hand, I bit the side lightly, before taking her left tit into my mouth whilst using my right hand to stroke the other so that each was equally attended to.
She took a sharp breath before muttering a silent "fuck", making my rock-hard cock even harder than before. I could feel moisture over my pants, and she was spread open like a delicious meal waiting to be devoured.
I moved my left hand down, feeling her sweet juices on my skin, her essence the only one I utterly enjoyed on myself. With my fingers, I pried her flesh open, teasing her edges, but never actually touching her throbbing clit. A sound very similar to a mewl left her throat and I felt my lips twitch against her breasts.
I loved that sound, the sound she made in immense desire and frustration whenever I teased her like this. It was a demand and a complaint dipped in lust and desire so potent that I feel high whenever I hear it.
Even though this was supposed to be a way to help relieve her of a little stress and also help her relax, I couldn't help teasing the edges of her clit a little more, whilst alternatively sucking her nipples one at a time, getting drunk in the beautiful melody of her moaning noises.
"Please," she whispered silently, "Please, Tristan".
Finally giving into her, I slid one finger into her very wet folds, her breath hitching again. Slowly I add a second finger and very gently at first, start to finger fuck that beautiful pussy of hers.
Lucy arched her back, tightening her grip around my back, her moans increasingly louder by the minute.
"Tristan please, I.. I need you inside of me now.. pl..please" she begged again. A request I was all too happy to oblige to.
I licked both fingers clean, staring straight into her eyes before lifting her hips and sliding inside her painstakingly slowly, watching her eyes roll to the back, feeling her nails dig into my back, her walls squeezing and weeping around me.
Fuck, she's so tight; even after all this time, it still took her a bit to adjust to his cock inside of her. My length and my girth filled her to the brim in a way I knew she'd become very addicted to.
Thrusting in and out of her slowly increasing pace with every thrust, she arched her back even more, her mouth hanging open.
Her moans, the beautiful sound of her moans mixed with her continuous begging for more, were like a drug, giving me an all-time high I couldn't get enough of. Her hands were everywhere.
Grabbing the sheets, my back, digging her nails into my bicep.
She was very close, I could feel it. Her walls squeezed around me a little tighter, her back arched even more, and her muscles tensed.
I increased pace, and she dug her fingers into my back; her breathing became more rapid and irregular. I could feel the rhythmic contractions of her pelvic muscles.
She moved her hips a little faster, urging me to increase my pace, which I did. She gasped, then screamed my name as she finally went over, with me following shortly afterward.
She laid down unmoving for a couple of minutes, before I pulled her into my arms, still inside her.
" I love you, Tristan," she whispered.
"I love you, sunshine; I'll get our son back very soon, I promise you," I replied with renewed determination.
She let out a content sigh before finally drifting to sleep. I bless the day she came into my life, she's my biggest blessing. Pulling the covers over her, I pulled her closer before finally going to sleep myself.