𝐕𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐃 ❷

𝟓𝟏. ✭ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 ✭

When Tristan's lips press against my aching core my heart thuds unsteadily, deep within the center of my chest. The organ is pumping in a near vicious manner, like a wild animal trying to free itself from its' cage, which is essentially how we've come to find ourselves in this predicament; we want to break free from ours. With every thunderous beat anxiety, fear, want and pure need flow through me. I need this. I need him. Because I need some sort of release.

Nervous tremors roll down my thighs in time with the movements of his hands as they take the black scrap of fabric away from me, exposing me to him. The hungry noise that rumbles out of the back of his throat, combined with the equally hungry look on his face, has me sucking in my bottom lip with instinctive anticipation. I've seen that look, though never on him, but he wears it quite well.

Tristan pushes himself up slightly then kneels back before peeling off the shirt he'd been wearing. He never wore one to sleep so his body isn't an unfamiliar sight, but in this moment, his taught, fit abdomen and arms corded with muscle, has raw desire fluttering in the pit of my stomach. It does so even more when his hand rubs his hardened length through his sweats.

This is when the reality that I've not been on birth control for over half a year sets in.

"Tristan," I murmur his name in an anxious manner, "do you," I swallow uncomfortably before continuing, "do you have a condom?" He instantly gets as rigid as the cock in his hand. "You don't, do you?" A deep breath blows out his nostrils, eyes closing tight before shaking his head no in confirmation. Because why would he? It would work to my parents' advantage if I got pregnant by this man.

After a moment those hazel eyes find mine again, still simmering with lust, "we may not have a condom but that doesn't mean there aren't other ways to satisfy each other." And with that, he lowers himself back into the position that he'd previously been in, except now there is no barrier between my flesh and his. The kiss he gives me this time, wet and deep, tongue pressing against a certain part of me, has a noise tearing from my throat that I don't think I've ever made. With each suck, roll, and flick, I find myself climbing to a precipice that I can't even remember the last time I've been to. My hands thread through Tristan's dark-colored locks, holding him close as my legs begin to shake against either side of his face. My head lifts off the pillow beneath me slightly and my mouth involuntarily drops open, only the choke of a noise can be heard as the pleasure starts coursing through my veins. When the sensation slowly begins to subside I collapse onto the bed, untangling my fingers from Tristan's hair as I do.

Release. Pure, unadulterated release in the form of an orgasm. Months, it has been months since I've had an orgasm. I'd begun to forget just how amazing one felt.

"Came so hard it left you speechless." A small giggle leaves my lips at his statement. "I want to watch you do that many more times," he says, prowling up my body with a predatory look. "I just wish I could do that while being inside you." As if to reiterate his point, two fingers slid into my aching heat with those last two words, making me to cry out into the room at the sudden intrusion. His hot breath tickles my neck as he leans into my ear, "I want to fuck you so bad, Dani. So so bad." And I would be lying if I said I didn't want the same. "I want to bury my cock right here," the words a growl as he pumps in and out of me. "I want you to take all of me, over and over."

"Take me then," the words fall from my lips in a wanton whisper causing him to tense, fingers momentarily pausing inside of me before continuing to move again. "Tristan, fuck—" His thumb rolls over my clit in just the right way and I'm blinded by my own pleasure. But I want more. I need more. "Tris, please." He pulls away from my neck, hazel eyes searching mine. Whatever he sees there has his fingers leaving me.