“How was your day?” His voice was deep and husky and sent tendrils of need throughout my entire body. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my skin, which had a shiver wracking my entire frame.
When I saw the corner of his mouth tilt up, I knew he liked the effect he had on me. Of course, I liked what I did to him as well, how his muscles tightened when he touched me, how his pupils dilated when he finally pushed into me and joined us as one.
And especially when he was about to come and he stared into my eyes, leaned in, and kissed my lips as he groaned “I love you” as we both found our release.
And we’d shared that experience over and over so many times since we’d gotten together that I was pleasantly sore between my thighs, a reminder that we were both so insatiable for each other that we couldn't stop kissing or touching the other.
I pushed the erotic thoughts out of my head and smiled at him. “It was good. How was yours?” He took my bag from my shoulder and placed it over his as he led me to the passenger side door.
“Good aside from the fact I missed you like crazy.” He opened the door and helped me inside, and I ducked my head as shyness overcame me with his words. “Hey,” he said softly, and I looked up. He placed his forefinger under my chin, his touch gentle as he stared at me so seriously that my breath caught. “Never let my words embarrass you. They come from the most loving, warm part of my being.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. “And they are only ever for you.”
I smiled and couldn’t stop the sigh of pleasure and contentment that left me. “It’s just going to take some getting used to. I’m not used to so much—”
“Happiness? Elation? Euphoria?” He smirked. “Not used to someone loving you so fucking much they’d do anything to keep you with them?”
My heart galloped painfully in my chest and reminded me of how alive I was. “Yeah,” I whispered and kissed him. “It’s going to take some getting used to, but I’m up for the challenge.”
He chuckled softly. “God, I fucking love you.” He kissed me soundly before pulling away and shutting the passenger side door.
As I put my seatbelt on, I couldn’t help but watch him walk around the front of the truck. Of course I noticed several of the women who milled on the sidewalks and in front of businesses glance at Tristan. It was hard not to when he looked the way he did, so masculine and powerful. There was no jealousy on my end, just pride that this man was… mine.
He got in and started the truck, immediately reaching for me and placing our conjoined hands on the stick shift.
“Are you hungry?” he asked as he pulled onto the road and headed through town.
Instantly my body heated as I took in how big and strong he was sitting beside me. “I am,” I said and couldn’t hide the huskiness in my voice. He glanced at me, and I watched as his pupils dilated. “But not for food.” My heart was racing, and even though he didn’t say anything for long minutes, I could see the way his hand tightened on the steering wheel, could see how hard he was as his cock pressed against his jeans.
Five minutes later when we were outside the town square, he pulled off onto a deserted strip of road, put the truck into park, and I was instantly climbing over, working his zipper and button undone and hiking my skirt up. I didn’t bother taking my panties off, just pulled them to the side with one hand, used my other to grip his massive thickness, and placed the tip at my entrance.
I sank down on him in one fluid motion, and we both groaned loudly. I was so needy for my man that I started riding him, pulling up until just the tip was at my entrance before sinking back down. I was panting as I forced myself not to close my eyes and stare at him. I wanted to watch the ecstasy on his face as I fucked him.
He rested his head back on the seat, his eyes hooded, but his focus trained on me as mine was on him.
“That’s it,” he grunted and gripped my hips, aiding my motions as he pulled me back down on him at the same time he thrust his hips up and slid his cock so deeply into me I felt him everywhere. “Fuck, baby. I can feel how wet you are, your juices sliding down my length.” His neck strained as he groaned again when I ground myself on his shaft. “You’re making a mess, baby, and it’s so fucking hot.”