The feel of his mouth and tongue on me was exquisite. He slid up and down my moist folds, teasing me with the tip of his tongue when he reached my now swollen clit. His fingers thrust inside me, pushing against the tender spot inside that sent ribbons of pleasure racing through me.
His mouth inched me toward my orgasm, taking me to the edge of oblivion just to ease me back again each time as if he knew the very moment my body would give in to his expert touch. Just as I felt the first tiny tug of my release, he pulled away and stood up from the bed.
"Wha...What's wrong?" I asked trying to catch my breath.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid out of his pants and boxer briefs, revealing his cock pressed against his belly. I wanted to feel him inside me and held my hand out for his. He sat down next to me and without a word, pulled me onto his lap. I straddled my legs over his hips as he held me above him by the waist.
"Tristan, don't make me wait," I pleaded as I pushed against his hold.
Pushing the thick head of his cock through my wet pussy, he teased me to the point that I could barely hold back, and then stopped, leaving me tense and needy. His gaze fixed on me, watching my reaction, as if all this was a game.
"Don't tease," I cooed as I tried to lean forward to kiss him, stopped abruptly as he pushed me down on his legs. Confused, I attempted to feel some closeness from him, but his hands held me tight in place away from him.
He stared into my eyes until I couldn't stand it anymore. "What's wrong? Why won't you even kiss me?"
"I need to know you're mine, Nina. I've given you everything your heart desires, including enough money to ensure you can have anything I may not have considered. When I see something like this, I get concerned."
His words stunned me. "Why are you saying things like this? I wore the stockings and the garter belt for you—to go to dinner with you."
Tristan's gaze never wavered, telling me he was serious. He thought I'd done something. My mouth dropped open in amazement, and then a rush of defensiveness came over me. "As if I'd be able to do anything with your man hovering over me wherever I go. It's not like I'm ever alone, Tristan. You haven't trusted me from the very beginning of us."
He said nothing for so long I worried he might never speak to me again, but finally, he said in a low, solemn voice, "Jenson is there to protect you. Your safety means everything to me."
"Safety from what? I lived in Brooklyn long before I met you. I can handle myself."
And with that, his part of the conversation was over. He placed me on the bed next to him and left to walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Closing me out.
Leaning back onto the bed, I covered my head with a pillow, angrier than I'd been in ages. I'd gotten all dressed up for him and then that fucked up asshole had mugged me, and all Tristan could think of was that I must be sneaking around behind his back? Hadn't I shown him every day and every night how much in love with him I was?
When he didn't come out after five minutes, something inside me snapped. I loved him, but this jealous bullshit based on nothing wasn't going to work. If we were going to stay together after my contract was up, he had to know that.
I marched to the bathroom, threw open the door, and stormed in to find him in the shower. I was all upset, and he was enjoying a nice shower at the end of the day! I stood there staring through the glass shower doors watching him until I became too impatient to wait any longer for him to notice me.
"So that's what you think of me? That I would take your money and everything else and go with someone else?"
He didn't even turn to face me at the sound of my voice, but I wasn't ready to let this go. Not yet. Opening the shower door, I walked in still fully dressed and stood in front of him, my arms crossed as the water hit me. "What? Now you're just going to ignore me? You basically accuse me of cheating on you and now I don't get to answer those charges?"
"Don't, Nina. I'm not in the mood for this with you."
I poked my finger into his chest. "Then you shouldn't have started it."
He looked down at me, those dark eyes barely hiding his anger, as the water rolled down over the beautiful features of his face, making me want to reach out to touch him. I extended my hand to caress his cheek, but he caught me by the wrist and held my hand away from him. Stunned, I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow that either.
"Nina, be careful with what you do now."
Yanking my arm from his grip, I snapped, "How about I do nothing with you now?" I spun on the wet tile and moved to take a step, but his arm shot out and wrapped around my waist before my foot could hit the floor. In a flash, I was up against the wall with him staring wildly down at me.
The man in front of me was different now—more powerful than I'd ever seen him. I knew I should have been frightened, but he looked so sexy, so commanding that I was more turned on than I thought I could be. His dark hair glistened with moisture, and I slid my hand over his head to feel its silky wetness. My touch made something break in him.
"Nina..." he moaned deeply as he lifted me onto his hard cock, pushing into me with one fast thrust.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and laced my fingers tightly as he kissed me hard, his mouth and tongue demanding mine respond with the same level of urgency, nearly taking my breath away. His cock pounded into my body, hard and fast like a piston as it stroked in and out of me, and he moaned and grunted into my mouth the sounds of a man driven by need. Our bodies bounced and slammed against the marble tile—my back, his legs—each in turn smashing against the hard surface, but neither of us cared.
It was like all the frustration he'd endured in the past weeks exploded out of him and now he sought someone to share his pain. I knew he may never tell me what had been on his mind, but as we clung to one another's wet bodies and raced toward our release, I felt him reach out for me like he never had before.
Our sex was primal in a way that both thrilled and frightened me, but at that moment as he filled me and my body reacted as only he could make it, I felt closer to him than any other soul on Earth. His hands left the back of my head and skidded down the wet tiles behind me, making him sag against my body. I held his head to my heart, listening as he panted softly against me and murmured my name.
He silently lowered me to the floor without saying another word. I stood looking up at his face that now wore a tortured expression. He gently wiped the pad of his thumb over my lips and leaned forward to press his forehead against mine.
"Tristan, what's wrong?" I whispered.