Page 30 of You Saved Me

I drew back a few inches and pushed back in. Then I did it again. And again. Tenderly and thoroughly, I fucked him. I wanted to own his body. I wanted it to be hard for him to think about other men besides me. Especially his ex. I wanted this sex to be the standard and this pleasure to be the bar he set for how good he could feel.

As I fucked him, he babbled incoherently with his eyes on me, taking everything I gave him. I sat up a little, changing the angle of my strokes but not moving any faster. By this time, he was panting, overwhelmed with sensation as I was.

“Please,” he begged, voice raw. “Please, baby. I need to come.”

“Say it again,” I demanded, needing to hear it. He called me baby while I was inside him. Just as I had wanted him to since the first time he said it. And fuck, if it didn’t turn me on.

He didn’t ask what I meant. He knew. “Baby. Fuck… baby…”

I growled and picked up the pace. Hearing ‘baby’ drop from his lips gave me a sense of urgency. I wanted him to reach his climax. I grabbed his dick, which he hadn’t touched the whole time, and stroked him. As I picked up the pace with my hips, I picked up the pace beating him off. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m… fuck… I’m…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he spurted thick ropes over my hand, his stomach, and chest. Seeing his release, feeling it on my hand, pushed me over the edge, and I slammed into him once, twice, three times before my cock kicked off, shooting hot jets into him, coming on a loud moan. I shuddered, my orgasm rolling through me like a tidal wave.

When my release had flowed through me, I collapsed on Tristan before pulling out of him. The pull had me gritting my teeth and him letting out a low moan. I rolled to the side, not wanting to move but wanting to clean him up. Anytime we’d done anything and got messy, he was the one to get the cloth and clean us. It might not seem like much, but since it was always an intimate moment for me, I wanted to give that to him.

I padded into his bathroom, feeling like my legs would give out. That’s how intense my orgasm was. I washed my hands, then wet one of the washcloths that was on the side of the sink with warm water. When I went back to him, I found him in the same spot I had left him, eyes closed, lying on his back with an arm thrown over his eyes.

I dragged the cloth over his chest and stomach, causing him to smile, and tapped his leg to clean where my release was dripping from his body. After I finished cleaning him, I tossed the cloth into his hamper and lay beside him, angling my body toward his. This was the first time we’d been in his bed lying down. We were usually in my room or on the couch. This room was mostly unused when my family would come here. My parents were usually in the room down the hall, and Cassie and I took the rooms downstairs. I liked it in here. It was full of natural sunlight, and the view was amazing. Not the view outside but the one I was looking at in the bed beside me.

He turned to look at me and gave me a shy smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just looking at you.” My eyes roamed his face and body, taking him in. I couldn’t get enough of looking at him. He turned and faced me as well, giving me the same once-over.

“How do you feel?” he asked. I put my head down, trying to hide the smile stretched across my face. I felt damn good. I felt invincible. I felt needed. Seen.

“Good. Better than good. Did I hurt you?” I put my hand on his hip, rubbing my thumb over the skin.

“No, baby. You felt…” he got a faraway look in his eyes like he was thinking about what we’d just done, “… phenomenal.”

“Well, fuck. That’s about the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

He rolled his eyes and laid on his back, hands behind his head. “Don’t let it go to your head. If you tell anyone, I’ll deny I ever said it.”

“My lips are sealed.” I mimed zipping my lips, locking them up, and throwing away the key. The laugh he gave me had a smile breaking over my face. I was happy to see that he was in a better mood. But I had to make sure he was okay more than just physically.

“And how are you? Really?”

He looked at me, tilting his head, assessing me in the way he did. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for when he searched my face, but he must have found it because he turned his head back toward the ceiling and said, “You know, this is gonna sound fucking crazy, but I’m okay. I mean, Iamupset that Devin would put my health at risk instead of being man enough to tell me he didn’t want a relationship. I’m pissed that I gave him two years of my life, thinking he was someone else. I’m more pissed that he felt it necessary to send a fucking email like that. But you know what?”

“What?” I asked, wanting to know where his head was at.

“It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would. It hurts, yes, but not terribly. I’m more shocked than anything else. I was crushed when he told me about the men when I first got here. I thought I was destroyed, honestly. I had an entire day where I downed bottles of wine, crying, pitying myself, and questioning where I would go from here without him. But something changed in the few weeks I’ve been here. Something happened.”

“What happened?”

“You happened,” he said genuinely.

I didn’t know what that meant. I didn’t know if Tristan was saying he wanted more or if I was a stepping stone in helping him heal. I didn’t want to ask because I didn’t want to be disappointed by his answer. So I kept my mouth shut. The first time, I didn’t ask him to clarify. What if he said he didn’t want more? What if I was the only one falling? What if this was purely physical for him, and when I left, I never heard from him again? I couldn’t bear to hear that. So I didn’t ask.

I rubbed my hand up and down the flat expanse of his stomach, loving the feel of his lean muscles under my hand. He looked at me again with a gleam in his eyes. “You have some explaining to do.”

“Me? Why?”

“I didn’t know if you were prepping me when you first started or if you just wanted to try anal play, but that was a surprise. Spill.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “No, I wasn’t prepping you. I promise. I’ve been reading articles on how to please your partner, that’s all. I wanted to make you feel good. I read how stroking the prostate could feel good, so I tried it. Did I do good?”

He scooted closer to me and brushed his lips across mine. “You did great.”

“Come on.” I rolled out of bed and reached for him. “Let’s get a shower and lounge around today. We can get delivery and watch movies. I have an appointment with my therapist in an hour, but after that, I’m all yours.”