Elona’s POV
Tristan’s mood had changed since Moreen had brought up the topic about kids. I have to agree with everything that Tristan had said to her. I most certainly do not like it when people try to take control of my life because they think its best. It’s wrong and weird. Tristan and I walked hand in hand towards the hotel building. I felt free and not a secret. I loved this with him. I cannot wait for us to be able to be carefree when we tell Cris and my father.
“I wish that we could do this more often, every day for that matter,” Tristan said as we walked on the sidewalk.
“Me too. I’m sorry that Moreen had to bring up that topic. I know you didn’t want to run into anyone.” I looked over at him.
“I could’ve chosen to go somewhere else, but this place is of significance to me and I want you to experience these things with me.” we came to a stop in front of the hotel entrance. He held my hand in his, “I love doing this with you and just imagine how it will be once we are no longer a secret next year.” he smiled. “I will show you off to the entire world, I don’t give a crap what anyone else has to say about us. Age is only a number, and it doesn’t affect me.”
I smiled at what he said, my heart swelling. He reached in his jeans pocket and took his phone out. “What are you doing?” I asked as he now stood beside me, leaned in, pressing his lips against my temple while holding his phone out in front of us, and he snapped a picture. “You took a selfie?” I turned to face him.
He shrugged, “Why not? I can have a picture of us on my phone,” he smirked. “Come on, another one or two?” he smiled. He was like a little kid, all excited about those selfies.
“You better send them to me,” I said as I got into position. He pressed his lips against mine and snapped another selfie, another one was of us smiling.
“Let’s go inside,” he said, shoving his phone in his pocket and then taking my hand as we entered the hotel.
When we got to our hotel room, Tristan grabbed me after unlocking the door. He cupped the sides of my face, and crashed his lips against mine. He reached behind me, and we stumbled inside, never breaking our kiss. He slammed the door closed behind us, and he pressed me against the wall. Gasping, he slid his tongue inside my mouth. I moved my hands to his chest and my heart beat at a rapid pace. I pulled away, my chest heaving as I panted.
“I need the bathroom,” I said.
“Make it quick because I want to have you all to myself,” he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against my lips before pulling away again.
“I will be back in no time,” I grinned, and then I disappeared into the bathroom.
I had a plan, and it was something that he had asked me to do a while back. This will be a surprise that he will not forget. After changing into my black lingerie bodysuit from that picture, I accidentally sent to him at the beginning that got his attention. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. The bodysuit hugged my body like a glove. It was the first time I wore it.
I sucked in a breath, and then walked out of the bathroom. When I got to the bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, typing on his phone. I stood in front of him, my black heels were what made him look up, taking in my appearance, and when his eyes found mine, they were dark with hunger.
“Fuck. Me,” he muttered as he placed his phone on the bed beside him.
I moved closer to him, and he rested his hands on my hips. He looked up into my eyes before studying my body.
“Surprise,” I said with a grin.
“This is a great surprise. I know I have asked to see you in this, but I actually forgot about this.” His hands now roamed my body as if I was something delicate and that fascinated him. “This is perfect on you,” he said.
“I’m glad to know that it’s perfect on me.” I said seductively, and I moved even closer to him, standing in between his legs, his hands moving behind me, cupping my ass cheeks, and then I leaned in, pressing my lips against his. My hands moved around his neck as he let out a groan.
“This will be a long night, so be prepared,” he said against my lips.
“I’m ready,” I whispered, and then I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Taking the end of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head and discarding it on the floor. I leaned backwards until he was now on his back, my hands on either side of him, my hair falling like a curtain on either side of our faces.
“Are you sure you want to be on top?” he asked, his hands still on my ass cheeks.
“I’m sure,” I’m nervous and hope that I will satisfy him. I moved against him, feeling his hard bulge.
“If you don’t hurry up then I will have to fuck you myself,” he breathed, getting impatient. He reached between us and undid his jeans, his cock springing free.
I gasped as his finger pushed the fabric of my bodysuit to the side. I was soaked and throbbing. His finger moved between my folds “You’re already drenched, there is no more waiting now,” he said as he flickered my clit.
“Please,” I breathed as I felt pressure building up.
“I love how you are begging me,” he grinned.
“So, are we doing that again? I beg and you get satisfaction in that?”
“Why not?” he continued to grin.
I reached between us, removing his hand, and then I took his cock, aligning it with my pussy and I sank down on it slowly. I bit my bottom lip as his hands rested on my hips. “Fuck,” he muttered. He was filling me up all the way, and then I started to move slowly. He helped me by moving his hips.
I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, he bit my bottom lip, and then he began to thrust into me. I threw my head to the back as his thrust became more rough and faster. “Fuck me just like that.” I breathed.
The bed was creaking loudly as the headboard banged against the wall. My toes were curling with the pleasure that was coursing through my entire body.
“I’m going to come,” Tristan’s voice strained. His face contorted and his eyes squeezed shut as he pulled me closer to him as he filled me up with his fluids, causing my eyes to roll to the back as I reached my climax.
“Shit,” I breathed as my chest heaved, climbing down from my orgasm.
We were both breathing heavily and exhaustion took over me as I laid down on him. Closing my eyes as we both were still catching our breath.
“You surprise me,” he said tiredly. “I didn’t know that a shy girl had this much experience,” he said. I climbed off of him, and then I rested my head against his bare chest. His arm was wrapped around me. I felt guilty for lying to him about being a virgin.
“Did you… did you have a boyfriend, or who did you have s^x with before? Do I know him?” he asked hesitantly. I could feel him holding his breath, his heart still beating rapidly in my ear as I continued to lay my head against his chest.
“Um… no, it’s not someone you know. It was just a fun thing,” I lied.
He let out his breath, “Is he still around? How old is he?” he asked.
“Um, he isn’t around anymore and I’m not sure how old he is. I think he was a senior. He moved away.” I lied some more.
He pressed his lips against the top of my head. “Good” he said. “How old were you?”
“It was last year… I was seventeen.” I lied.
“Did he treat you with care and respect?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said softly, hoping that he would stop these questions.
“Good.”
I didn’t know how he would react if I had told him the truth about being a virgin when he had me for the first time. Knowing his temper, I’m not sure if lies as innocent as that will change how he thinks about me. So, I had to lie some more. I feel bad about it, but I don’t want to lose him either, because of a simple lie that I told him just to have sex with him. These lies will not become easier with all the other lies we are telling everyone else about us. It’s a matter of keeping up with them and making sure we both know what to say to people for now.