I forgot to breathe when I saw him standing there completely naked and bobbing in the air. This man just told me that he loved me. How was it possible? I took in every muscle on his body, finely cut and defined in the darkened room, and I took a deep breath, reminding myself that the last thing I needed was to pass out. He stood there watching me for the longest moment of my life, and I caught his tongue sweeping out of his mouth to lick his bottom lip before he put one knee on the bed and then another.

Hands squeezed my shins, knees, hips, and then rested on the edges of my ribs to graze the outer mounds of my breasts. He was silent as he laid his body over mine, holding himself up on one forearm while the other one circled each of my breasts before heading down to the juncture of my legs. Tristan kissed me slowly before returning my same whimper when his middle and ring finger brushed over my lower lips. Before I could even think about his fingers grazing me, they were plunging, stroking me and seeing for themselves just how excited I was.

"Fuck..." I moaned, moving my mouth to the side of his when I felt him curl his fingers.

Then, he was out of me, making a quick circle-shaped tour of where I throbbed and sucking my nipple into his hot mouth. "Can I have you?" he asked against the skin of my breast, green eyes gazing up at me.

"Always," I stuttered out, not even thinking about what I was saying. I felt him start to lift himself off of me, knowing he was going for a condom in his dresser. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to me. He knew I was on birth control after having seen me take it in the mornings, and I knew he'd never had sex with anyone without protection before. Any logical thinking woman would have let him grab the condom and slip it on, but I didn't want that with him. I'd made such a stink in my head about wanting to be different for him, and I knew that I could do my share and make it different for him, too.

Tristan knew what I was trying to tell him by stopping him from getting off the bed and going for his stash because he smiled and nodded, stretching his long body out over mine. I could feel his extremely well endowed body part slide between my legs, the shaft grazing my skin when he thrust, as his hands and lips sucked and licked my breasts. My hands went into his hair and my hips bucked up, enjoying the feel of him pressing against me with each slippery stroke between my thighs.

With a shift of his hips, his hands grabbed mine from their spot on the back of his head and settled them on the mattress above me, as he slowly eased his way into me, entwining our fingers together. I arched my back trying to get used to the feel of him filling me inch by inch.

"God damn it," he groaned, tilting his hips forward a bit more so that he sheathed himself inside of me completely. I gasped, partly because he was big and part of me couldn't believe he fit. "Oh my fucking lord," he grunted, squeezing each of my hands. "You feel so good, baby."

Holy shit, I'd never been more glad I wasn't a guy because I probably would've blown my load if I had a dick in response to his groans and words.

I'm not sure how long he stayed completely still inside of me before he started thrusting, shallow, slow strokes. He cursed things I didn't understand between pressing his mouth against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into the muscle right below his ass, which let him sink even deeper in me. All I could think about was the way his hips felt against me, the way his mouth kissed me just right, the way his fingers clenched around mine when he kept our hands above my head even when he started speeding up his strokes and making them so much fucking deeper.

"Oh... my... shit... shit..." I started moaning when he pulled himself up to his knees and started pushing in and out of me steadily, my hips meeting his each time. I tried to focus on other things, like his damp forehead resting against my temple. My skin was starting to pearl over with sweat as I tried to keep up with his thrusts and tried not to solely think about how fucking good it felt each time his thick tip brushed and pressed into a spot in me that made my toes curl.