I paused again, to make sure he was asleep still. I didn’t want to wake him, not yet. I just wanted to touch him, explore the strangeness of the male form. I’d seen women naked, my mother when she changed in front of me, girls in the locker room at school, but never a man. Not in real life anyway.
They were different, harder in places, with skin like the finest silk money could buy. It was impressive and I wanted to feel more. But my attention was caught by his cock. My first touch brought it to life. He became hard in my hand in an instant and I stopped breathing, I didn’t move at all. He continued to snore softly, so I moved my hand, to see what new response I’d get.
A soft moan interrupted the snores and I grinned with conquest. I’d aroused him, even in his sleep!
I wrapped my fingers more tightly around the length of him and stroked him the way he’d shown me to earlier.
“I’ll have to fuck you if you keep doing that, Nicolette.” His words interrupted his snores and I went stone still. “So, either let me go back to sleep or roll onto your side.”
“My side?” I asked, surprised. I had no idea what he had planned.
“Yes, sweetheart. Go on, roll over.” He nudged me to guide me over and so I did as he asked.
“Put this leg out, like that.” He pushed my right leg, the one on top, up and over my left leg against the bed. “Now, move your ass out like this.”
He moved me again and then curled up behind me. I was already aroused from my exploration of him. I knew this wouldn’t hurt at all. I’d be too wet to feel any pain at all.
“Fuck, I’ve waited all day for this. I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he warned as he put his face against my hair and inhaled.
“It’s okay, Tristan. Do whatever you want to do.”
He braced one hand on my right shoulder, pulled my torso back towards his chest, and slid right into me. He went into me smoothly, without a single instance of hesitation. A shiver of delight, so familiar now, but always a delightful surprise, coursed up my spine.
He pushed his left arm under me and pulled me up to his chest. Tristan cupped my breasts as he clasped me to him with an intensity I hadn’t felt from him before.
“You are so beautiful, Nicolette,” he whispered in my ear as he slid in and out of me in a gentle rhythm. We weren’t driving each other on or fighting for dominance, we were just enjoying each other languidly.
I turned my head and he kissed me, just as his fingers tugged at my nipples.
“Tristan,” I breathed his name as that mad rush towards pleasure came over me again. His lips on mine, the way he surrounded me, slid into me while my thighs pressed together just right to put pressure on my clit, caused an inferno of tight pleasure to swirl in my lower abdomen.
I knew it now, this build to orgasm, and I enjoyed each second of it. When it broke over me, it was as gentle as Tristan was. I cried out softly, too tired to hold back, but it was all so sweet and exquisitely tender that I couldn’t make a louder noise if I’d wanted to.
“Come with me, Nicolette. Follow me, baby, please.”
That was all it took to push me over entirely. I felt his body go rigid behind me as mine bowed back into him. He went still and groaned as waves started to shake over me, over and over, as he let himself go.
Another fuck up, but for now, I didn’t care. I’d get the morning-after pill, or something to make sure, I decided sleepily as he pulled out of me. I curled into my pillow with his arms still around me.
“Sleep, princess. You deserve it after the day you’ve had.” He kissed my temple and pulled a little further away, just enough to let me have my own space in the gargantuan bed.
I didn’t want him to go, but I wasn’t used to sleeping with someone, so it was kind of a relief too. I wasn’t expecting this, that I’d wind up in bed with one of the hottest men I’d ever met, falling asleep in a t-shirt that wasn’t even mine.
I’d been afraid of rejection when this day started, terrified that I was about to make a huge mistake, but once I’d convinced Michael to let me in, everything had changed. I’d got on that plane, come here, and somehow managed to accomplish my one goal.
I’d had all four of them, one by one.
I guess they had their own plans for Amanda, which made me wonder about where she was. Surely, she knew that they were in Vegas. Was she here too? Was she looking for them?