Forbidden Bride

“I’m naked with you.”

He smiles too, coming back to the bed. “You are.”

“I never thought it would happen.”

“Really?” He seems surprised.

I let him climb over me so our faces are perfectly in line. “You left, Dash. I knew that it was because of me. And I never knew why. So no, I didn’t think this would ever happen.”

“But you saved yourself anyway?”

I have to look away. “A promise is a promise,” I say. “I meant what I said. I knew you were the one for me, and no one ever compared to you.”

Tristan doesn’t look angry, just curious, and I try to focus on him even though his naked body is pinning me down and I can feel his hot cock pinned between us like a sinful promise. “Why did you pretend to push me away?”

“Because this isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. You know that. You just got back. I don’t want to ruin your chances in this job, or risk that you might lose your friends, because of me.”

He silences me with a kiss. “We’ll figure all of that out. But right now, we don’t have to worry about that. It’s just you and me.”

I open my legs in response and watch Tristan’s eyes darken with lust. He reaches between us, fitting his cock against my entrance, and it’s already bigger than I imagined. The dildos I tried to replace him with have nothing on this and I’m barely feeling him yet.

Thanks to the orgasm I just had, I’m already soaking wet, and he sinks in immediately. The fullness is something that I’ve never experienced before. It’s so much, even with just the first couple inches of him inside me. “I’m not convinced you’ll be able to fit.”

He moves my hair away from my face. “I will.” His voice is completely confident. “We’ll go as slow as you need, but you’ll take all of me. Every. Last. Inch.” I shudder at the emphasis in his words. “I’m going to be balls deep inside you, Nicola. So deep that no other man will come close.” He sinks in deeper, and I lose my breath. He’s so big, but the slight pain eases away as he stills. My body has to adjust to him. But I can’t hold still for too long, and my body urges me to move. To rock my hips and seek out that pleasure I know can be found from this.

“I wasn’t planning on having any other men,” I say.

“Good.” He kisses me as he inches forward, and I try to breathe. To relax. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes in. I’m filled to the brim with him. He reaches places inside me that the toys have never touched, and each movement of his hips makes my pussy grip him. I love the sounds that he makes when I squeeze him, and so I do it again.

“Fuck, Nicola,” he breathes. “You feel so good.”

Slowly, so slowly, he sinks deeper until the moment where I can feel that he’s all the way in. My breath goes short. I can’t believe that he’s all the way in, stretching me to my absolute limit. “Are you all right?” Tristan asks.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”

He’s not moving, holding himself absolutely still inside me so that I can get used to his size. Right now, the way he’s looking at me is so much more than lust, and I feel something growing between us. There’s a sense of both finality and a new beginning. This has been a long time coming, and it hadn’t quite hit me until now that this isn’t a dream.

Impossibly, I feel myself adjusting to him. Tristan moves his hips a fraction of an inch. It’s a barely-there thrust but it’s still enough to make me gasp. I pull his mouth down to mine and kiss him hard. He takes over the kiss without question, his tongue invading and dancing with mine. He plunges deep, and the feeling echoes with the way that he’s already inside me.

Like in an invisible switch that’s been flipped, my body suddenly says more. Tilting my hips up toward his, I pull us that much closer. I don’t think there’s anything separating us, and that’s the way I want it. I wrap my legs around his hips, locking him to me as he starts to move gently. Slowly.

I’m so glad that I waited for him. There’s nothing in me that can imagine doing this with anyone else. What is between us is pure truth, and sharing that with another person would probably kill me. There’s another part of my brain that’s furious that we waited so long, and wants everything right now and faster.

Tristan kisses my neck, and I hold on to his shoulders. He’s still moving with perfect, steady slowness, not wanting to take it too fast or overwhelm me or hurt me. But I’m not made of glass. “More,” I whisper in his ear. “Please.”