“We don’t have to do anything, Ligaya.”
I love the way my name sounds breathy when he says it. But the message wakes me up. I put the wine down and turn to him.
“If you don’t at least kiss me, I’ll be pissed,” I blurt honestly.
Now that he’s in front of me, my ability to take risks resurfaces.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he jests while stepping closer.
I pull him down. Tristan’s mouth parts in invitation and his hands cradle my head. We sweep our tongues without thought, crush our lips without restraint.
Suddenly, I’m carried to the couch. I straddle his hips, pressing my aching center against his hard bulge. He pulls backlong enough to whisper, “Been wanting to do this all night long.” His fingers pull at the ties that hold my top, releasing them one at a time till everything gapes and I’m bare. Tristan cups my breasts from the sides and plumps them together. His thumbs tease each nipple and my back arches at the injection of pleasure.
“Your tits are so fucking perfect,” he mutters before taking one into his mouth, and then the other.
“Oh, god, just like that,” I mumble as Tristan leaves erotic, suctioning kisses on my skin.
“This?” he says with a graze of his teeth at my pulse point. “Or maybe you like this,” he mumbles while his rough tongue circles a nipple and his hands grab my ass.
“You’re such a showoff,” I say between moans.
He leans back and pushes his pelvis up against my soaked pussy and grabs my hips. With tight, erotic circles, Tristan rubs his hardness against my clit.
“Want me to stop?”
“No. I never want you to stop.” The words spill out with no filter. Lust takes over, compelling me to remove Tristan’s shirt. Rippling muscles undulate under his smooth skin. My palms glide over his sculpted torso. When my finger traces down the trench of his abdominals and past his jeans to graze his cock, Tristan hisses.
“Can I?” I ask, my hand tugging at his pants to release his erection.
“No need to ask, Ligaya. You can do anything you like with me, sweetheart.”
“Anything? Really? So, you’d be OK if I painted your nails or—”
He kisses me and sucks all the teasing from my lips.
When we come up for air, our mouths are so close our lips graze as he speaks.
“Take it out, Ligaya.Now.”
CHAPTER 13
TRISTAN
I’m not sure what I expected when Ligaya and I started making out, but the passionate woman grinding against my cock and kissing me hard exceeds my imagination.
My crude instruction for her to release my cock is taken as a challenge.
“Of course you’re commando,” she says when my cock is freed from the zipper’s restrictions.
“For some reason, I’m not into boxers. Grew out of them at some point,” I say with a wide grin, thoroughly enjoying how the sight of my cock leaves her slack-jawed.
Her hands wrap around my cock and twist. The motion erases my grin and feels so damn good, my head falls back. I let myself feel her twisting grip for half a minute but don’t dare look down. The one thing I want more than my own orgasm is hers.
I encircle her wrist and tilt my head lower so our gazes lock. There’s a determined gleam in her eyes that intensifies her beauty and heightens my desire.
“Stop. You feel too good. Take your pants off. I’m gonna make you come first.”
“You are so arrogant.”
