Forbidden Bride

Every part of my body is supercharged, just waiting for contact. Tristan’s palms skim down my ribs as he traces his lips and tongue across my chest and downward still, in between my breasts. My nipples pebble into hard buds, and nothing I’ve ever done to myself compares to the way his mouth feels on my skin. I’m tight and tingling and arching into him.

He brushes across the top of my breast with his mouth, circling around my nipple, teasing me. “Fuck,” I say out loud, and he laughs into my skin.

“This is going to be fun.”

“For me or for you?” I gasp out.

At that moment he seals his mouth over my skin, and I lose all concept of words. Heat and pleasure sink through me to my core, and hell, if I didn’t know what was to come after, I would have him do this all fucking day. He switches to my other nipple, and I can’t stop the moan escaping from my lips. It feels like he’s connected a line of electricity down to my pussy and every flick of his tongue sends a burst of crackling energy downward. “I think it will be fun for both of us,” he says, looking up at me with a knowing grin.

“Now is the time when you tell me if you plan on teasing me to death.”

“Not to death,” he says, punctuating his words with a swipe of his tongue. “But enough. I’m going slow.”

I close my eyes as he moves his mouth down between my breasts and starts to trail a path downward. “Maybe I should have chosen the faster option.”

“So impatient,” he murmurs. He follows the line of my ribs, drifting back and forth across the skin of my stomach and exploring with his lips and tongue and fingers. And with each movement I relax a little bit more into him and into the feelings spinning between us. This is right. There’s nothing else here with us in this moment, and we get to fucking enjoy it.

Reaching out, I sink my fingers into his hair while he places a kiss on my hipbone—dangerously close to the line of my panties. And when I can feel his breath on the fabric there, my own breath goes short. “You don’t have to do that again,” I say. “We can skip to…you know…the good stuff.”

Tristan raises his head for a moment. “Did you not enjoy it?”

“Yes!” I exclaim too quickly. “Of course I did. That was amazing. But I know…I’ve heard that most men don’t enjoy that.”

He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he peels my panties down my thighs and lowers his mouth to me. Long, slow, luxurious suction directly on my clit makes me groan and grasp for the bedsheets. Tristan takes his time, starting almost lazily and increasing his tempo until I can’t even breathe, pleasure breaking over me like a wave. The orgasm hits me unexpectedly, starting deep and seeping outwards. It’s rich with ecstasy and makes my limbs shake with sensation.

Tristan sucks me deep and hard, wringing every last bit of pleasure from my body before releasing me. “Men who don’t enjoy that are missing out on something,” he says seriously. “I love the way you taste. I love hearing the way you moan, and I love making you come all over my tongue. And I reserve the right to have you for dessert whenever I please.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I say, still catching my breath.

“Besides,” he says. “I needed to warm you up. I don’t want this to hurt.”

He stands and retrieves a condom from a drawer beside his bed before dropping his pants to the floor. Still facing away from me, I’m treated first to a delicious look at his ass. I never really thought that I was an ass girl, but for that ass I would do a lot. Tight, firm skin and muscles. His back is the same, and I want to run my fingers across it. Explore him the way he’s explored me.

“I’ve used toys,” I say. “So—”

Tristan turns to me and the words die on my lips. I was going to say that I’ve used toys and so it might not be that bad. But I’ve never used any toys that size. Oh my god. I knew he was big—I’ve felt him pressed up against me—but seeing it first-hand is an entirely different story.

I can’t stop staring at him, hard and proud and big enough that I’m not sure that I’ll be able to fit that inside me. But oh man, do I want to. And I want more than that too. My mouth is watering with the need to taste him. And to hear what kind of moans would come from him if I returned the favor.

He rolls the condom on with ease, the tightness of it making him appear even bigger. Suddenly, I can’t help but grin, and a laugh bubbles up through my chest. He raises an eyebrow. “What’s funny?”