time
soon.”
“Luckily, I’m not on call tonight.”
“On call,” he repeated, while taking off one of my leather
boots and kissing my ankle. “For what? What do you do?”
“I’m a firefighter.”
He looked amused. “Really?” Then he planted soft kisses up
my calves. “I hope you’re not planning on putting out any fires tonight.”
I’d heard some version of that line fifty times by now and
usually responded with a smart-ass comment. But coming from Tristan during this
very heightened moment, I could only shake my head in reply.
My heartbeat raced as his kisses moved up my leg. With his
lips on my skin, I couldn’t think of anything else but my burning desire,
growing more intense as he explored my body.
Tristan
Her skin tasted so good beneath my lips. I could make out
the faint scent of strawberries as I kissed her legs.
All night my body and mind had been at odds. One part of me
wanted to probe her with more questions, understand why she projected such a
powerful glow. And when I explained how I was different, the weight lifting off
me from the confession was elating. I’d never told another person before
outside of my own family.
Maya didn’t shy and run away, which only increased my
attraction to her on so many levels—body and soul. She didn’t look at me in
horror. In fact, after her initial confusion, she looked at me again with
hunger in her eye. The look no mortal man could ever resist.
And that look caused the conflict with the other part of me.
My body that raged in heat, wanting her so. Wanting to probe her in so many
more illicit ways than her mind.
And her secret—whatever it was—only made me want to know her
all the more.
Her long shapely legs went on forever, I could kiss them all
day long. As I kissed and caressed her thighs, she began to breathe quicker. I
continued to feel her thighs as I kissed over the dress, moving up her torso
and up to her breasts. I kneaded a firm round breast with my other hand,
running my tongue along the tantalizing edge where the dress met her skin.
She purred, “Ohhhh, Tristan.”
Hearing her say my name in that sexy voice encouraged me to
explore further. I kissed and licked her cleavage while my hand continued up
her thigh. As my fingers crept up, I felt her tense in anticipation.
I could feel the heat coming off her as I felt the lace edge
of a panty line. I ran my index finger up the edge of one side of her panties
and then tiptoed my fingers across the lace near the top to creep down the
other edge, while she writhed under my touch. When I felt her mound, the
wetness or her excitement slipped through the lace. I kissed along her jawline
and pulled back to look at her—this exquisite creature lying in my bed. Her
sapphire eyes were hooded as she looked back at me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“Yes. Oh yes,” she said.
My gaze fell on those pouty lips, half-opened, and I swooped
down to kiss them. They were so full and soft I could kiss them all day, but
there were so many other parts of her I wanted to explore. While we kissed, I
moved my fingers up under the lace of her panties, up over her sex, and stroked
her gently. When she moaned softly, I explored the most delicate parts of her,
so moist and inviting.
“Ready for me?” I teased.
She nodded a few times before uttering, “Oh God, yes.
Uh-huh.”
“Let’s get these off then,” I said, pulling her panties down
while she lifted her hips to help remove them. “Roll over.”
When she did, I untied the leather fastenings keeping her
dress closed, loosening each one as I moved from her upper back to her waist.
The lace that teased me on the dance floor when I saw her earlier that night.
Was it only a few hours ago? The moments I’d spent with Maya tonight seemed to
stop time in its tracks.
As parts of her skin were exposed, I saw black outlines of a
tattoo. I kissed down the softness of her back and she sighed in contentment.
The more I exposed
soon.”
“Luckily, I’m not on call tonight.”
“On call,” he repeated, while taking off one of my leather
boots and kissing my ankle. “For what? What do you do?”
“I’m a firefighter.”
He looked amused. “Really?” Then he planted soft kisses up
my calves. “I hope you’re not planning on putting out any fires tonight.”
I’d heard some version of that line fifty times by now and
usually responded with a smart-ass comment. But coming from Tristan during this
very heightened moment, I could only shake my head in reply.
My heartbeat raced as his kisses moved up my leg. With his
lips on my skin, I couldn’t think of anything else but my burning desire,
growing more intense as he explored my body.
Tristan
Her skin tasted so good beneath my lips. I could make out
the faint scent of strawberries as I kissed her legs.
All night my body and mind had been at odds. One part of me
wanted to probe her with more questions, understand why she projected such a
powerful glow. And when I explained how I was different, the weight lifting off
me from the confession was elating. I’d never told another person before
outside of my own family.
Maya didn’t shy and run away, which only increased my
attraction to her on so many levels—body and soul. She didn’t look at me in
horror. In fact, after her initial confusion, she looked at me again with
hunger in her eye. The look no mortal man could ever resist.
And that look caused the conflict with the other part of me.
My body that raged in heat, wanting her so. Wanting to probe her in so many
more illicit ways than her mind.
And her secret—whatever it was—only made me want to know her
all the more.
Her long shapely legs went on forever, I could kiss them all
day long. As I kissed and caressed her thighs, she began to breathe quicker. I
continued to feel her thighs as I kissed over the dress, moving up her torso
and up to her breasts. I kneaded a firm round breast with my other hand,
running my tongue along the tantalizing edge where the dress met her skin.
She purred, “Ohhhh, Tristan.”
Hearing her say my name in that sexy voice encouraged me to
explore further. I kissed and licked her cleavage while my hand continued up
her thigh. As my fingers crept up, I felt her tense in anticipation.
I could feel the heat coming off her as I felt the lace edge
of a panty line. I ran my index finger up the edge of one side of her panties
and then tiptoed my fingers across the lace near the top to creep down the
other edge, while she writhed under my touch. When I felt her mound, the
wetness or her excitement slipped through the lace. I kissed along her jawline
and pulled back to look at her—this exquisite creature lying in my bed. Her
sapphire eyes were hooded as she looked back at me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“Yes. Oh yes,” she said.
My gaze fell on those pouty lips, half-opened, and I swooped
down to kiss them. They were so full and soft I could kiss them all day, but
there were so many other parts of her I wanted to explore. While we kissed, I
moved my fingers up under the lace of her panties, up over her sex, and stroked
her gently. When she moaned softly, I explored the most delicate parts of her,
so moist and inviting.
“Ready for me?” I teased.
She nodded a few times before uttering, “Oh God, yes.
Uh-huh.”
“Let’s get these off then,” I said, pulling her panties down
while she lifted her hips to help remove them. “Roll over.”
When she did, I untied the leather fastenings keeping her
dress closed, loosening each one as I moved from her upper back to her waist.
The lace that teased me on the dance floor when I saw her earlier that night.
Was it only a few hours ago? The moments I’d spent with Maya tonight seemed to
stop time in its tracks.
As parts of her skin were exposed, I saw black outlines of a
tattoo. I kissed down the softness of her back and she sighed in contentment.
The more I exposed
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