A needed one.
I closed my eyes as Tristan kissed my shoulder again, taking full advantage of the skin displayed by the thin straps of the casual dress I’d thrown on. Soon, his mouth started a slow ascent, kissing from my shoulder to the curve of my neck, up my nape, and back around to my ear as he kept his arm anchored around me.
“What do you think we should do to celebrate your milestone?” Tristan asked, as his free hand crept up my thigh, under the hem of my dress.
“I… I don’t… I don’t know,” I whispered, much too focused on his fingers tracing my clit through my panties to give a real answer.
“I think you do,” he murmured in my ear, gently pushing my panties aside and finally, finally giving me the skin to skin contact I needed. Just a skim at first, and then a firmer swipe over my pussy, and then he sank his middle and pointer finger into me, pressing his thumb against my clit in a way that made my knees give a little. “Don’t you?”
Shit.
I opened my mouth to respond, but couldn’t seem to form actual words.
Not when it was imperative, as far as I was concerned, to not miss a single moment of the deep strokes of his fingers, his teeth and tongue and lips against my neck, his other hand moving up to caress my breast.
I’d never been happier to not be wearing a bra.
Especially once he tugged the top of the dress down to gain full access to my bare skin, to pinch and tug and tease my nipples in a way that made me even more sensitive between my legs.
It took me no time at all to combust.
“I really, really like watching you cum,” he told me, not giving me a chance to even catch my breath before he’d turned me around to back me against the workroom table.
Once the cold steel was pressed against the backs of my thighs, he hefted me onto it, his head immediately dipping to catch a nipple between his teeth. My hands went to his locs, pushing his hair back so I could watch, enthralled, as my areola disappeared in mouth. He spread my legs wide, pushing his fingers into me again and taking advantage of the different angle to go deeper. I squirmed against his hand, whimpering my pleasure as he brought his mouth back to mine to swallow my scream as another orgasm hit me, hard.
“I think,” Tristan said, when he finally pulled away from the kiss. “We should probably take these off you.”
I only wondered for a moment what he was talking about before he was grabbing the waistband of my panties, pulling them off. I lifted myself so he could slide them over my ass before snatching them down my legs, and… putting them in his pocket.
I wrinkled my nose at him. “That’s disgusting.”
“You think so?” he asked, smirking as he lifted the fingers he’d had in my pussy and stuck them in his mouth, closing his eyes and grunting a little as he sucked the taste of me off them. He spread my legs again, stepping between them before he put his hand to the back of my neck, holding me there as he met my gaze. “I want to make you cum again. And again.”
“Yes. Please.” Was my immediate response.
He palmed my breast, giving it a slow caress before closing his thumb and pointer finger over my nipple, squeezing hard enough to make my pussy throb again. “Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” I whimpered as he tugged again.
Tristan smirked, dropping his mouth to mine as he fished his wallet from the pocket without my panties in it. It got tossed somewhere once he’d maneuvered a condom out.
“I guess you’ve earned this today,” he said, and I started to roll my eyes until he pulled his shirt over his head, finally confirming what I thought was underneath his clothes. He wasn’t chiseled and carved, but he was definitely rock solid, and covered in beautiful ink that would have to wait for another time to explore.
My whole attention was needed for when he pulled down his shorts and boxers to reveal a thick, beautifully veined dick that most certainly did look like the kind you had to earn.
He chuckled at whatever he must’ve seen on my face as he grabbed the condom to put on.
“What?” I asked, shivering a little as he touched me to step between my legs, and rid me of the wrinkled dress I still, for some reason, had on.
“Your eyes went wide as fuck,” he said, biting down on his lip as he teased me, rubbing the smooth, condom-sheathed head over my clit. “You’ve seen one of these before, right?”
“One of these? No,” I answered, taking a fortifying breath as he lined himself up with my pussy.
He smirked, then pushed into me, filling me all at once with one firm stroke that snatched the air from my lungs. “Congratulations then… you deserve this.”
I hooked my thighs around his waist, rolling my hips to match his rhythm. With my arms around his neck, I let my head fall back, feeling like I must’ve done something very, very right if Tristan’s slow, deep strokes were what I deserved. He confirmed my assumption by grabbing the back of my neck again, dragging my mouth to his to whisper “good fuckin’ girl” against my lips as he pumped harder.
Those words seemed to unlock a whole new level of wetness, a whole new depth. Tristan pushed deeper, matching his strokes to the lapping of his tongue against mine as he drove faster.
Deeper still.
Harder.
I was hanging on to whatever I could, his biceps, his shoulders, his waist, his locs, too overwhelmed to settle on any one thing, or actually… anything.
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