We went straight to my bedroom. The curtains had been closed and the covers were turned down on one side.
"That looks inviting," I said as I slipped out of my shoes and carefully put them under the side table. Even in the throes of lust, I was not about to treat my new Louboutin heels with anything but respect.
"Let me undress the rest of you." Tristan was at my side sliding the zipper down the back of my red dress, letting it slip to the floor. He gave a low, slow wolf whistle when he saw the bustier, thong and lace top stockings I had worn under the dress. "I'm going to have to insist you put those heels back on, just for a few moments."
I did what he told me to and returned to stand in front of him. He had removed his jacket and tie and I started to unbutton his shirt. It seemed like months had passed since I last saw his gorgeous body naked, even though I knew it had only been a matter of days.
As soon as I had his shirt open enough, I tangled my fingers in the soft waves of his golden chest hair. Then I nuzzled the spot with my nose, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his flesh. The man smelled better than any human being I'd ever smelled. Of all the subtle cues that go into one person's attraction for another, I've always felt the sense of smell the most complex and the least understood. I couldn't say what Tristan smelled like, only that he smelled completely right.
He reached for the top of my bustier and folded the cups down so that my breasts were exposed; cradled with crescents of black satin under them. My nipples flushed dark and strained away from my body in the tightness of blissful anticipation. He leaned over and took one into his mouth while he twisted the other in his fingers. He murmured "my perfect, perfect girls" as he pressed them together, burying his face between them.
Every time he sucked on a nipple, I could feel a tug all the way down in my clit. It was like a wire or a string ran between one spot and the other. He rose as I slipped his shirt off of his broad shoulders and trailed my wet nipples over his silky-haired chest. Kisses across my collar bones were followed by little nibbles and licks right at the fold of my arm. I shuddered when he held my arms above my head with one hand and traced the sensitive skin from the inside of my elbow to my armpit with the soft pads of his fingers.
All I could feel was Tristan. My world narrowed swiftly to that room, that moment, that man. I think an earthquake or hurricane could have gone unnoticed when his thumbs hooked the strings at my hips and pushed my tiny thong to the floor. I could feel the slickness of hot moisture snake unimpeded down my thighs. He backed me toward the bed, his mouth hard against mine and his fingers playing at the folded wet petals of my sex.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him free his rock hard erection from his pants as he removed the last of his clothes. He kneeled in front of me and pushed me back against the bed as he put his body between my legs. He took one of my legs and crooked my knee over his shoulder. He pulled the other knee up onto the mattress so that I was spread open wide. I felt vulnerable but utterly desirable at the same time. The red sole of the black shoe that pointed at him suddenly became a thousand times sexier. He turned his head and nibbled at the knee across his shoulder while his thumb massaged my clit with that masterful touch I could never forget. His mouth took an agonizing eternity to trail down the inside of my thigh.
"What do you want, Raina?"
"You."
"Not enough. Tell me what you want me to do."
I hesitated.
"They're just words. Tell me. Say the words."
I'd never asked for anything like that. Not the way I knew he wanted me to ask. "I want…I want you to suck on me. Take me with your mouth. Eat me." God, it felt sexy and naughty and erotic to say something like that to him. My desire shifted like a fine, smooth engine up another gear.
He smiled and inclined his head just a tiny bit. "My queen." Then he brought his mouth between my legs. First I felt the warmth of his breath and I knew he was inhaling my scent. His tongue flicked a few tantalizing strokes against my clit before he sucked my pussy lips into his mouth, one after the other. He took the width of his tongue and spread it over my folds from bottom to top before he finally turned his attention to my erection that was practically screaming to be relieved.
Pulling me into his mouth, he held my throbbing pearl between his lips while his tongue worked back and forth against it. I looped my hand around the knee resting on the bed and pulled my leg to open still wider to his touch. The pleasure took my breath away, the intimacy struck deep inside my core.
With two fingers inside me, he worked inside me while his oh-so-talented mouth moved my clit in ever faster, ever harder circles of building lust. The urgency of orgasm soon had me bucking back against his mouth. There was a part of me that was afraid to let go. He must have sensed it because he gripped my ass with his free hand and began to push me into his face, harder. All the while he was making noises into me…noises of encouragement, growls of arousal, humming sounds of appreciation.
"Oh fuck, Tristan. That's it…oh don't stop." I was there. The room narrowed like an old-fashioned movie into a small circle of focus in the middle of a frame. There was nothing but Tristan's face buried in my body just as I had imagined the day we met. Only my imagination and my rabbit were a pale, pale imitation of the real Tristan.
I pressed my head into the bed and clutched his head with one hand an a handful of sheet with the other. When the first contraction tightened me around his hand he plunged his fingers deeper into me and pulled hard on my clit literally sucking my climax into his mouth. I came from deep inside me, down to the bone baring soul of my desire. I sobbed at the utter perfection of it--the unbearable beauty of pleasure I had never known was possible.
Tristan didn't give me time to bask in any afterglow this time. He turned me over onto my stomach while I was still heaving with the breathlessness of orgasm. He put his arm under my hips and lifted me up so that my knees rested against the edge of the mattress. I was ass in the air and he was going to take me from behind.
"I wish you could see how fucking delicious your ass looks this way." Tristan slapped me, not gently, on my ass cheeks. I cried out more from the surprise than the pain. "I'm going to take your ass hard someday. Would you like that?"
Never having been taken in the ass, I didn't know. It sounded fantastically sexy and possibly extremely painful.
He slapped my ass again, this time a little harder. "I asked you whether you'd like to be fucked in the ass?"
"I want to give you my body," I answered. "Whatever way you want to have it." He slid the warm head of his cock up and down the wet folds of my pussy and stopped at my asshole. He pressed against me and I had the urge to press back at him and find out what it felt like to be penetrated there.