He took my hand and I followed him to the first bedroom. On the nightstand sat a bottle of champagne in a silver ice bucket and two glasses. A tray of fruit sat next to them filled with every fruit I’d ever heard of, except strawberries.

“Are we eating first or drinking?”

Tristan pointed toward the bed and smiled. “Sit. I’m overdressed for what I have in mind.”

As I laid back on the bed, he shrugged out of his shirt. Still leaner than before he left for all those months, his body was tight and sinewy. My gaze slid over his abs, as defined as they’d always been, and I rolled off the bed wanting more than just to watch him undress.

“Let me help,” I said as I pushed his hands away from his pants.

He lifted them, as if in surrender, and looked down as I knelt in front of him. “Help is good. This is even better.”

I lowered his zipper and reached my hand in to palm his stiff cock. “There’s one thing I want the same as last time. Remember?”

A sexy smile spread across his lips and he nodded. I eased his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips until his cock sprang free. Positioned perfectly, I merely had to open my mouth and take him into me. Gripping it near the base, I slipped the swollen head between my lips, playfully flicking my tongue over the silky soft skin.

“Toying with me may be a dangerous choice right now, Nina,” he whispered hoarsely as I eased only the head in and out of my mouth.

Staring up into his eyes full of desire, I slid my tongue up the length of him. “Turnabout is fair play.”

He ran his hands through my hair and pulled me down onto his cock. “Then let’s play.”

I moved up and down his shaft, teasing the spot just under the head where he was most sensitive with my tongue and fingertip. Taking the full length of him into my mouth, I crushed my nose against the hardness of his muscles just below his navel and inhaled his fragrance, a combination of a musky sex smell and soap, as I swirled my tongue around the base of his cock.

“God, Nina, you’re killing me, baby.”

There was nothing better than hearing him groan raggedly while I sucked his cock, totally in control of his pleasure. In those moments, his walls came down and he showed me a side of him so intimate and personal the world never saw in the man so restrained all the time. Tonight, though, I could tell as his hands guided my head up and down that he wanted to control our lovemaking.

He pumped into my mouth, his long, thick cock stretching my lips to take all of him. I followed his pace, loving the sound of his moaning and panting as I brought him closer to the final edge. His hands fisted in my hair, gently at first but then sending tendrils of pain across my scalp as his body began to surrender to my mouth.

In a voice hoarse with desire, he groaned, “Oh, fuck…right there, baby.”

I closed my eyes and felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my tongue. My left hand clawed at his abs as my right hand milked the base of his cock and gently squeezed his balls. I wanted to taste every drop of him. He filled my mouth, and I swallowed as I opened my eyes to watch him staring down at me, those gorgeous brown eyes watching me give him pleasure.

When he was done, I sat back on my heels and smiled up at him. He stepped out of his clothes and led me to the bed. Easing me onto my back, Tristan slid up over my body until our faces met. His dark eyes stared into mine, holding me with his gaze. “I want you, Nina. When I thought I might never get you back, something changed inside me. You make me want to be the man I see in your eyes. You do that to me.”

He pressed my legs apart with his hand and slid the length of his cock over my clit, nearly driving me out of my mind. His hand slid over my breast, cupping it as his thumb and forefinger squeezed my nipple to a sharp peak. Arching my back, I urged him to ease my need, but he was in control, not me.

“Don’t tease, Tristan,” I moaned as he hovered over me, grinning and licking his lips.

Leaning down to flick the tip of his tongue over my nipple, he looked up at me and whispered, “No teasing. Just pleasure.” His lips closed around the needy peak, and he sucked it sharply into his mouth, sending ribbons of desire through my body.

Expert at building my need, he bit down gently, making my pussy run wet. Much more and I’d come without even having his cock inside me. I dragged my nails down his back, urging him to give me what I want.

He lifted his head, a look of pleasure on his face. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was ragged, signaling any control he possessed was slipping away.

“I want you inside me. Don’t make me wait.”

Slowly, he plunged into my body, filling me so completely that he nearly took my breath away and ridding me of all the emptiness inside. My fingers dug into his biceps as he thrust in and out of me, his body moving over mine as he made my body his once again. I adored him. Needed him. Wanted him.




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