Page 48 of Deadmen's Queen
“Tristan, please,” she whimpered, her hands clenching on the edges of the hood beneath her. Her body shivered with anticipation, and I revelled in the sight.
“Please what, Paige?” I whispered in her ear, my tongue flicking out to trace along the shell. She hitched in a breath, pressing closer and I chuckled lowly at her response. “Tell me what you want.”
“I...I want you...” she managed to gasp out.
I could. I knew she was on birth control, but it was our first time. Did she really want it to happen here?
“Are you sure, Paige?”
She nodded, blue eyes looking up at me. “I don’t want to wait any longer, Tris. Please.”
Her voice was low, desperate. It filled me with satisfaction knowing she wanted this as much as I did.
“God, Paige,” I growled. “You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that.”
I pulled her further forward, and gripped my cock with my hand, stroking it over her pussy.
“God, Paige,” I groaned out. “You're so fucking wet for me.”
“Tristan,” she moaned. “Please. I want you inside me.”
“I love you,” I murmured, pressing the head of my cock against her. “You don’t need to say it back, but I want you to know. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply, instead I pushed into her slowly, relishing in her gasp of surprise. Her hands clung to my shoulders as she adjusted to my size. Once fully sheathed inside her, I stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust.
“You ok?” I asked.
She nodded. “Make love to me, Tris.”
With her consent given, I started moving in a slow rhythm, tension coiling tight within me. The feel of her surrounding me was intoxicating and overwhelming. Her body moved with mine flawlessly. I pushed her back onto the hood, slipping my arms under her legs so I could get deeper inside her. I’d wanted this for so long, and it was even better than I’d imagined.
Her back arched off the hood of my car as I drove myself inside her and her whimpers grew into loud moans as I picked up the pace. Her legs wound around my waist, pulling me deeper and closer. Every little hitch in her breath, every moan that filled the quiet night, drove me on. I was lost in her, drowning in her moans and gasps. I had no idea how much I needed this until now.
The heat building inside of me was unbearable, pushing me to go faster, harder. Her body responded in kind, meeting each thrust with her own. It was ecstasy and agony all at once as we moved together under the stars.
“Tristan,” she gasped out between pants. “I'm... I'm...”
“I know, sunshine,” I murmured, feeling how tight she is around me. “Let go for me.”
And then she shattered beneath me, her cry echoing through the still country air. Her body spasmed around mine and it took all my control not to join her, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible.
“Tris...oh, God, Tris!” She gasped my name like a prayer, her fingers digging into my arms.
“Say my name again,” I demanded. Her body was trembling with pleasure under mine, and I could feel her tightening around me. The sight of her lying beneath me, all laid bare and vulnerable to my touch... it was too much. It was a natural high that no amount of weed or booze could ever match.
The car creaked in protest, but we were beyond caring. The only sound I cared about was Paige's sharp gasps and the delicious way she kept saying my name. My hands dug into her hips, guiding our rhythm as pleasure started to overtake me.
“Paige,” I groaned, pressing my forehead onto hers. “I need more.”
“Harder,” she mustered strength to gasp out, her fingers clawing my back. I let go of all restraint at her words, indulging in the raw sensations that consumed me. She moaned louder as I slammed into her harder, the car rocking beneath us.
It was raw. It was untamed. It was everything I ever wanted from her.
I wanted to feel her come again, feel her pussy clench my cock. I reached round her leg, finding her clit, circling it with my fingers and she cried out.
“Fuck, Tris!”
I was close, so damn close, but I wouldn't let myself go until she had reached her peak.