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“Kiss me,” She said and brought her face closer to him, and he did the same. Their lips are barely inches apart. Their breath could be felt on each other faces, and just when their lips were about to touch she heard a knock, followed by her name.
“Isabel,” She heard with a knock again.
“Damn it,” She said and kicked the bed frustrated.
“It was a dream,” she groaned in pain before saying “Come in,”
Tristan walked in with a tray of food, like she had dreamt about, causing her to sit up abruptly.
“Tristan,” she called when he dropped the food on the center table.
“Hey,” He said like before, and she jumped off her bed, shocked.
“Am I still dreaming?” she rushed to him, leaving him awestruck as he stared at her frozen and unable to say a word…
“I’m still dreaming of you, right?” She poked his chest, forgetting she was only glad in a T-shirt and her pink panties.
“Isabella,” Tristan called struggling to take his eyes from her long lovely legs and keep them on her face.
“This feels real? Am I dreaming?” she raised her hands in the air, and that little moment lasted for just a second. Tristan saw her stomach and belly button and how sexy her hips were. He saw her panties clearer and could tell that she was perfectly shaved down there.
“Damnit muffin,” He turned around immediately, stopping his thought from getting the best of him else he’d lose control and do something she might not like.
“What?” She asked but he didn’t say anything to her. He was trying to cool off, or else his man*ood might just rip off his joggers.
“Do I have something on my face,” She suddenly appeared in front of him, and stood on her toes, almost making him lose himself.
“What the hell, muffin?” He immediately turned his back towards the bed and used his hands to cover his eyes, after releasing a grunt.
“What? Tell me, what’s going on?” She added and jumped on his face trying to pull his hands away. While Tristan struggled to hold her off, as one hand was covering his hard-on, the other was on his eyes.
“Tell me! Do I look terrible?” Isabella demanded, pulling his hands frustrated until she pushed him, and in an attempt to not fall his other hand caught Isabella’s hand and pulled her together with himself.
They fell on the bed together. Isabella fell on his chest, and he finally took his hands off his eyes, as they were now looking at each other.
“Damn muffin,” he groaned and stare at her.
“Don’t blame me, you were the one covering your eyes,” She bluffed at him.
“Only because you were not probably clothed,” He explained frustrated. Right now her private area had landed on his also. And it ignited this heat, that he felt his hard-on throbbing through his pants. He looked at Isabella hoping she didn’t notice at all.
“What do you mean not probably clothed?” She glared at him and finally tried to get up from his body, when she fell back again, her belly button hitting his spot.
“Jesus muffin, wear something before I lose it here,” He half yelled and sat upright, then grabbed a pillow.
“Is that? You pervert?” She scoffed and turned around, her ass in his face shocked that he was getting a hard-on.
“What the heck is wrong with this woman?” Tristan thought frustrated. While she continued to state gibberish about how perverted he was and dangle her ass in front of him, well unintentionally, while pacing the room.
“Jesus Isabella,” he yelled frustrated and immediately stood up and pulled her to the bed.
“You’re fucking wearing panties,” He said to her as he quickly dragged part of the duvet and covered her legs.
“What?” She shrieked shocked by the revelation, and immediately pulled the duvet up to her stomach, sitting down upright beside Tristan.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, embarrassed by it, as she bit her lips unsure of what to say or do.
“Oh fuck me,” Tristan cursed at the sight and immediately turned to her and pushed her to the bed as he immediately climb on top of her swiftly.
“What are you doing?” Isabella asked shocked and a bit shaken. His voice had gone deeper, and he looked at her like he was about to devour her.
“Don’t do anything,” he groaned and said frustrated.
“I didn’t do anything,” She looked at his eyes, and he touched her hair before letting go.
“Don’t bite your lips,” He said frustrated.
“Don’t do it?” He pointed his fingers at her and pulled away immediately, about to get off.
“Why?”
“What happens if I do it,” She looked at him, intensely feeling the tension in the air. Tristan immediately turned around to stare at her with a glare mixed with frustration at that question.
She was in between him, and his legs spread across her like a cage. Her hands were above her head from the way he pinned her down. He looked at her and noticed how her chest rose and dropped from the way she breathed.
“Don’t do it Isabella,” He called her full name, giving her a stern warning. But she looked at him with desire burning in her eyes, she then licked her lower lips, letting her tongue roll against each other, in a way to capture his attention.
“Don’t tempt me, muffin,” His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips rapidly. She was happy, she had his attention, and he was looking at her even though she knew he was fighting himself off from doing what he wanted to do.
“You don’t tell me what to do, and don’t call me muffin,” She didn’t know where she got the courage to say that. She wanted him to lose it, she wanted to see that side he was trying so hard to keep at bay, even though that meant him devouring her.
And immediately bit her lower lips again, this time much slower, in such an endearing way that she made sure to make him go crazy.
“Dammit muffin,” Tristan grunted, unable to hold himself, as he hit his hand on the bed. His hands went around her neck and gripped her a little.
“Very naughty,” he released a deep breath, while she looked at him, burning with desire and attraction from that touch around her neck. She felt the pain, but mostly she felt an electric shock, she felt her body derived pleasure from it. It didn’t hurt as much, but she found herself liking it.
“Very naughty,” He said in a deep voice, and she felt her insides burn with sensation. His thumb, brushed her lower kills, looking at her like he wanted to kiss her but he brushed his hands on her lower lips, restraining himself.
“Enjoy your breakfast, muffin,” He said and immediately got up from the bed, leaving her room abruptly…
“What the heck just happened? He didn’t even kiss me?” Isabella thought frustrated, as she stayed that way on the bed for a few minutes, trying to cool off.