He reaches behind my back and unzips my dress so that it hangs loosely around my shoulders, then pushes it down past my waist, exposing my black lace bra. I step out of it, standing before him in only underwear.
He responds with a growl and unclips my bra, sliding the silk straps down my arms. “That’s much better,” he says gruffly.
His massive hands cup my breasts possessively and he dips his head down to pinch my nipple with his teeth.
I make a desperate little mewl and fumble with the top of his jeans.
“Not yet,” he growls. Before I know what he’s doing, he lifts me off the floor and walks us both to the bed.
My whole body trembles in anticipation as he lays me down on the bed. I’m so ready, it’s embarrassing.
Glancing around the room, he walks to the dresser and lifts two satin scarfs I bought to dress up my work outfits.
“You’re fully clothed,” I pant as he approaches the bed again.
“I’m the boss. My rules.” His eyes roam over my body from above.
I spread my legs, willing him to come on top of me.
A grunt falls from his lips in response. He gently takes my wrists, pinning them above my head, and ties each one to the bedpost with a scarf. Then, he pulls down my underwear and climbs on top of me, his large thighs inching open my legs.
I’m naked, exposed, and his for the taking.
Heat flares in his eyes. “Beautiful,” he breathes. He leans down, caging my body with his biceps as his mouth trails hot kisses down my collarbone.
I arch my back and push up my breasts.
He’s taking his sweet time. He kisses the top of my breasts then travels down at a tortuous pace to just above my nipple. My nipples are so hard it hurts.
His tongue circles my nipple, and I moan impatiently.
“Please,” I whisper, my heels digging into the bed.
Heat pools between my legs as his mouth finally engulfs my nipple. He goes from nipple to nipple, pinching and sucking. Then he’s on the move again. Slowly his mouth trails down past my belly button to my lower stomach. His mouth hovers just above my apex.
My core muscles clench.
Using his thumbs, he gently pulls apart my sensitive folds of flesh. A feral sound rumbles from his throat as his eyes devour my most intimate parts.
I’m a mix of aroused and embarrassed. He can see everything. I wriggle, trying to set my hands free but he has them tightly tied. He’s in control. His tongue pushes deep into my entrance.
I arch my hips into his face, crying out.
As his tongue thrusts in and out relentlessly, his thumb circles around my clit, teasing me faster and faster.
My toes curl, and my legs shake; the pressure is too much.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant as he holds me in a firm grip, feasting on me. My head arches back towards the headboard.
“Elly,” he murmurs from between my legs. “I want you to watch.”
I look down and meet his eyes as his tongue flicks in and out of me. “There.” It comes out as a croak. “Yes. Exactly like that.” My legs thrash as the pleasure rips through me in violent shudders.
He looks up at me with a satisfied smirk.
He moves off the bed before I can recover and rips his clothes off then stands in front of me, naked.
It’s even better than I remember.
My hands stay tied to the bedpost. Tristan climbs back on top of me and pushes his knees between my legs so that I am spread wide apart.
“Damn,” he hisses. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Can I come inside you? I’m clean.”
I nod, thrusting my hips. I need skin on skin.
He slams his thick length into my opening. A low groan erupts from him, and it’s the sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard.
I clench around his cock, my hands tightening around the bedposts, desperate for freedom so I can maul every inch of his body. “N-not f-fair,” I stutter.
A low chuckle is the only response I get. He thrusts in and out, holding my hips in place, my breasts jiggling with every thrust. “Elly.” He draws in a stuttered breath. “You feel so good.”
The slapping of our bodies gets louder, faster. Tristan’s face contorts in pleasure, and I know he’s close. Just watching him come to pieces is breaking me. Our moans mix together, his low and throaty, mine high-pitched and frantic.
With a final deep thrust, he lets out a shuddery breath, and he comes so hard I’m scared he’s never going to stop.
I cry out, feeling the warm liquid pulsing into me.
Trying to steady his breathing, he hovers on top of me, his elbows holding the weight of his broad chest.
I’m wet all down my inner thighs. We are sticky and sweaty, and I’ve never cared less.
“I guess hoarding toilet paper in your room does come in handy.” He grins, untying my hands from the silk handcuffs.
His inner thighs glisten as he climbs off the bed. I can’t keep my eyes off him.
“I was wondering…our first meeting in my office, you said that’s not all I took from you. What did you mean?” he asks as he gently wipes my legs.
“Nothing,” I say, brushing it off.
He frowns. “I want to know. Tell me.”
My cheeks begin to flame hotter. “I meant… I meant you were…are the only man to ever make me come,” I whisper.
He stops wiping and stares at me, alert. “Were you a virgin, Elly?”
“No. But I’m not exactly a sexpert, either. I’ve had a few sexual partners and one long-term boyfriend, and it just never happened,” I say, feeling self-conscious.
“What about after Greece?”
“I haven’t actually…” I fiddle with my fingers. “I mean, I haven’t…” “You haven’t had sex since us?” he asks quietly.
“Not deliberately,” I say quickly. “Truth is, I haven’t met anyone these past few months that I wanted to have sex with.”
He looks at me for a long minute, discarding the tissue in the wastebasket. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t delighted.”
“I wasn’t saving myself for you,” I snap defensively. “It’s just that the nun-hood seemed better than some of the buffoons I’ve met.”
“Shush.” He trails a palm across my collarbone. “It’s too early to define this,” he says seriously. “I don’t want to hurt you, and we’re in different stages of our lives. I’m divorced, and my priority has to be my kid.”