CHAPTER 14
LIGAYA
“I’m sorry. Oh god!” I snap out of my trance.
“Give me a second.”
Tristan slides away and reaches into his pants. I stare at his muscled backside and bite down hard on my lower lip, wishing I was sinking my teeth into his round ass instead. Goodness, I’m out of control. I can’t believe I slid down his body and nearly sat on his cock without protection!
I’ve never had a fling or a one-night stand. It’s been much more than a year since I’ve slept with anyone. None of these are excuses for my thoughtless, lust-filled haze.
“Are you OK? Do you want to stop?” he asks in a thick, gravelly voice.
“No,” I croak.
“Good, because I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t get inside you.” He rips at the foil and sheathes his thick length.
“But I feel terrible for—”
Tristan’s lips crash into mine, swallowing my apology and giving me deep strokes of his tongue. He stops to whisper, “You’re only allowed to feel good. No regrets. Where’s your bedroom?”
He stands with my legs wrapped around his waist. His strength is an aphrodisiac, stirring my desire so soon after I already climaxed.The pulse on his neck throbs. I press my lips over it and suck. Tristan releases a slow, sexy groan before laying me on the bed.
In a blink, we’re tangled in my sheets, breathless and slick with sweat. Every hesitation evaporates like fog bathed by the sun.
This was supposed to be release.
A “get it out of our system” scenario. One night. One sex-drenched night to alleviate tension.
But this?
This alleviates nothing.
I’ve never felt so aroused, so on edge. Even though I climaxed, there’s no release from the intense grip of desire. Yearning steals my breath and the need to be filled makes me dizzy. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my mouth falls open on a moan, hips moving to a rhythm uniquely ours.
Tristan presses my wrists gently into the mattress, our fingers laced like we’re in a romantic slow dance. My thighs tighten around him, and I arch, gasping as he shoves deeper, harder, sending heat spiraling through me like wildfire.
Tristan’s steady thrusts become erratic and urgent. I welcome the intensity. I want him to lose control. I tilt my hips to encourage more force, more speed, more ofhim. The friction we create is pure combustion. I’ve never been fucked like this, like he wants to ruin me for anyone else.
I wrap one hand around the back of his neck, hauling him down for a messy kiss, our teeth clanging and our tongues tangling.
“Yes, yes. I’m there! Oh god, Tristan,” I cry out, my voice breaking as the waves overtake me. My body clenches around his. A heartbeat later, he follows me over the edge, groaning into my mouth as his climax pulses through us both.
We collapse into a pile of sweat and sex. His hard body covers me like the most erotic weighted blanket in the world. I could stay this way forever. The only sound is our breathing, slowing in unison.
He shifts sideways to look at me. “Hey, are you OK?”
“I’m more than OK.”
“I promise I can last longer next time.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Next time? Is there going to be a next time?”
“That’s entirely up to you. Are you done with me, Ligaya?”
I don’t answer right away. He leans down and kisses me again. Slowly. Almost reverently. I reach up and stroke the side of his face.
“I’m not done with you,” I whisper.
