I was a vessel. Nothing was asked of me except to take what he offered. The only response he required was my pleasure. The only movement he allowed was the rocking of my mound against him as he fucked me.
I squeezed my thighs harder around him with each outward stroke. He answered with a growled, "So damn good." He moved faster in and out of me and his breath became ragged and quick. When I realized that he was going to come soon, it flamed my arousal and made me burn to join him.
He released my hands and I immediately clutched the cheeks of his ass as he pumped into my pussy. He moved one of his thighs between my legs and then the other. I knew what to do. I spread my legs and grasped my knees drawing them up as far as I could at his sides. Opening my legs at last was all it took to take me to the point of no return. My clit was as rock hard as his shaft.
Tristan thrust once, twice and then held his cock inside me, as deep as it would go. His body jerked with a violent release. Knowing that his come was filling my depths pushed me over. My fingernails dug into the hard flesh of his ass. As my orgasm claimed me, I felt contractions deep in my womb as my body reached out to drink his essence.
The power of our mating overwhelmed me. As he rested his body against me, spent and panting, I found myself wishing that I could keep him inside me forever.
He rolled off of me and gave a great satisfied sigh as he relaxed against the cushions.
"Aren't you glad we didn't waste all that time talking?"
"It was perfect," I agreed. But even as I said it I wondered when or if the time was ever going to be right to ask about Elsa. All at once, her face filled room--innocent and pure--looking at her husband-to-be with eyes full of devotion. I wanted to tell him that I knew about her, about his loss. I wanted to somehow assure myself that, although he had loved her, he could love again.
"Tristan?"
"Yes, lovely Raina?" I loved the sound of that. I loved the smile that went with the words.
"I know it isn't the right time…" I blundered.
"If you know it isn't the right time, then why try to make it so?" His mood turned instantly cold. "You and I…can we just let it be? No analysis. No expectations." He began to casually put his clothes back on but I could see the conflict on his face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil the moment."
He put his hands on my face and kissed me gently. "You didn't. Maybe I shouldn't have pursued you knowing…what I know about myself."
"What do you know?"
He took a deep breath. "I know I wanted you as much as I have ever wanted a woman."
I wanted him to stop right there. Don't say anything else, please. Let me live on that.
"I also know my limits. Respect them and we can enjoy one another…we can enjoy this for what it is."
"I can't respect your limits if I don't know what they are." I sounded whiny.
"I've told you. No expectations. No analysis. Don't make it hard when it should be so easy."
"Maybe I'm the one who should have thought about my limits."
"Perhaps you should have. But, considering what just happened here--and it was extraordinary--aren't you willing to take what I have to offer?"
"And what is that?" Petulance joined 'needy' and 'whiny' on my list of sins.
"Apart from the mind-blowing pleasure? Pleasure that will only get better and better? Have you considered the fun we could have? I can take you anywhere. I can provide you with any material thing you could desire; any experience you ever imagined and wanted to try."
"That's not what I want from you."
"It's what I have to give." He opened his hands, offering them to me. I felt compelled to take them in my own. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight for a moment. Then he put me at arm's length and looked my still naked body over from head to toe. He shook his head and breathed deeply. "Your body is stunning. I wish I could keep you naked forever."
He picked up my clothes and handed them to me. "Unfortunately, we're in Brian's loft and there's a party in full swing downstairs. Get dressed and let's go give them something to talk about."
Seven
Tristan wasn't exaggerating when he said we'd give 'them' something to talk about. By the end of Brian's party it was obvious to all in attendance that we had something going on. If coming down the spiral staircase together after a long absence from the group wasn't enough, his proprietary body language told the tale.
I only wish that I could have captured the look on Suze and Nicky's faces as they watched Tristan bring me a drink, guide me with a hand at the small of my back, stand behind me with an arm around my waist and whisper in my ear…there were a dozen little things he did that night that said 'mine'. I ate it up, I admit that much. Never mind the questions I might never get answers to. Tristan was claiming me publicly and that mattered more than anything to me at that moment.
The men's reactions weren't nearly as amusing--or satisfying--as the women's. In fact, other than Tom, there didn't seem to be much of a reaction at all. I don't know why I expected any but there had been some innocent flirtation going on with all of them from the beginning. It was a natural by-product of being the lone female in a group of six males.
I had a newly acquired appreciation for my desirability. After all, if Tristan King wanted me I had to at least be in league with Blondie and Blondie. Maybe I expected the other guys to express some regret that they hadn't won the prize.
Thankfully Tom had the sense and enough concern to pull me down from the clouds. He sidled up to me when Tristan stepped up to the piano to sing "Some Enchanted Evening". I was spellbound by his talent and the way he seemed to have chosen the song just for me. I couldn't take my eyes from him as he sang. But Tom managed to wrest at least one ear away.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Raina."
"I think I do."
"Tristan's a playboy and a user. I think the world of his talent and admire his success but I'd jerk any daughter of mine up short if she ever gave him a second glance."
"I'm not your daughter, Tom," I shot back and then softened. "I appreciate the warning. But, has it occurred to you that maybe I'm using him?"
"You don't strike me as the type," he said, a little sadly. "In fact you don't strike me as his type."
I looked at Suze's perfectly manicured hands plunking away at the keyboard. She had several tasteful, elegant and expensive rings on as well as a diamond bracelet. And that was her casual jewelry. Nicky leaned over the side of the baby grand opposite Tristan and beamed a model-white perfect smile at him. I suddenly felt my slightly large front teeth grow to beaver-like proportions.