"See what you do to me? You bring me to my knees."
I smiled at his confession. "Are you happy?"
"Happy isn't the word I'd use," he said as he slipped my bra strap off my right shoulder and then my left. "More like ecstatic."
I looked down as he slid his hands behind me to unhook my bra. "Good."
"And now I plan to do the same for you, so get those panties off before I tear them off with my teeth."
Lying back on the floor, I slithered out of my panties as Tristan moved forward to catch me with his hands, pressing my hips to the floor. I let my legs fall open, and he moaned, sending a shiver of desire straight through me. I wanted his mouth on me, devouring my pussy as that gorgeous tongue of his lapped my tender and needy clit.
He flicked his tongue and grinned a sexy smile. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to watch me, Nina. Watch me give you what you gave me."
Lowering his head between my thighs, he kept his gaze focused on my eyes as he ran his tongue up my dripping wet slit. Those brown eyes looked so sexy staring up at me, nearly making me come at the first touch of his mouth on me. He sucked my delicate skin into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure washing over me.
I squirmed as he moved up to gently suck my clit into his mouth, and he moaned against me, "No fidgeting. Don't make me hold you down."
His command resonated deep inside my excited pussy, thrilling me, and he placed his hands on my hips. "Just in case there's any more wriggling. I want to see you fucking come apart because of my tongue."
I looked at his large hands on my stomach, so powerful as they rested on my tender skin, and I loved it. I squirmed again just to have him take total control, and his reaction was swift. He pressed hard against my hips, pinning me to the floor.
"I told you. No more wriggling."
His tongue plunged into me, making me desperate to buck against him, but I was trapped. Fucking me with his tongue, he stabbed into me as his thumb drew tiny circles on my clit. The sensations were exquisite and better than anything else I'd experienced before. I wanted to lay there open for him to do what he wanted forever.
My orgasm began to uncoil inside me, and my eyelids lowered as my eyes rolled back in my head. Just as they closed, I heard his deep voice order, "Look at me, Nina. I want to see you looking at me when you come."
I did as he commanded and watched as he sucked my clit into his mouth one last time, sending me crashing over that sweet edge. My release roared through me, and I cried out his name while he rode me until the last tiny quake finally subsided. When he sat back from me to place a tiny kiss on my quivering inner thigh, he whispered, "Feel good?"
"Mmmm...ecstatic."
He nipped at my skin and stood up. I took his hand when he held it out, ready for whatever was waiting for me, but I was surprised when he said, "I think it's time for dinner now that we had dessert first."
My expression must have signaled my disappointment because he quickly added, "Don't worry. We'll get back to that after dinner. I need to make sure you're fed so you have enough energy for later."
I stood up and walked with him toward the table full of food. "Enough energy? Whatever could you mean?" I said with a giggle.
He turned around and leveled his gaze at me. "You know what I mean."
I did and I loved how he thought. We loaded up our plates and walked back to the bedroom to have our dinner in bed. As I crawled into the king size bed, Tristan popped a strawberry from his plate into my mouth and followed it with a kiss.
"I guess I should have asked if you liked strawberries."
I put the plate down on the bed and grabbed at my throat. Making my voice hoarse, I croaked out, "Actually, I'm allergic to strawberries. I only have ten minutes before..." I fell to the bed and closed my eyes, doing my best to playact an allergic reaction.
"Jesus, Nina! I didn't know. We'll get you to a hospital!" I peeked out from behind my lashes to see him jump out of bed, knocking over his plate onto the floor. He raced around grabbing his pants and shirt, hobbling on one foot as he struggled to get dressed. "Baby, I'm sorry. Don't worry. Don't worry."
I opened my eyes as he rushed over to my side of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he leaned over and said in a tortured voice that made me feel instantly guilty, "Baby, don't leave me. Talk to me, Nina. Please say something."