Moonlight (5 page)

Opening
her mouth, she wrapped her lips around his length and took him
inside. His hips eagerly bucked forwards and he breathed a heavy
groan. She pressed her free hand into his stomach to restrain him
and pulled back, sucking gently on his shaft. Keeping the rhythm of
his cock gliding in and out of her mouth slow, she closed her eyes
and focused everything on him. He moaned with each slide of his
length into her and when she sucked him a little harder, he tried
to buck again. A shaky hand found her shoulder and held it. She
smiled at this little show of hunger and dominance. His other hand
claimed her hand that pressed against his stomach. She swirled her
tongue around the head of his erection and he groaned.

“
Stop... I...”

She
stopped, sensing how close he was by the tightness of his length.
Her eyes met his and she jerked her hand along the length of his
erection, sending him crashing over the edge. His hips shot up as
he came, warm seed splattering his stomach and her hand. His face
contorted, his eyes screwing shut as he panted and arched away from
the chair. His hand crushed hers.

When he
was calm again, she released his softening length and went to the
table against the wall. She took some of the tissues from the box
there and cleaned her hand before bringing some back with her and
wiping the semen from his stomach. She tossed the used tissues into
the fire.

“
I...” he said, still breathing fast.

She
smiled to reassure him. “Enjoyed it?”

He
nodded, smiling open-mouthed at her. Her fingers idly stroked his
soft penis. He closed his eyes and sighed. A wiggle revealed that
her panties were wet with need. Taking hold of his trousers, she
pulled them down and frowned when she reached boots. She went to
take them off but he leaned over and did it for her, placing them
carefully to the side. She thanked him with a smile and finished
undressing him. When she was done, she looked back at him. He
looked so rough and wanton sitting in the armchair beside the fire,
exposed and breathing fast, long hair slightly tousled and coming
loose from his ponytail. Her crotch pulsed with desire and she
squeezed her thighs together to make the most of it. She needed a
little relief herself.

Standing,
she ignored his confused look when she kicked off her trainers. The
confusion rapidly disappeared when she undid her jeans and shimmied
out of them. His eyes were wide now, dark with hunger and
curiosity. She pulled her camisole off and tossed it onto the other
armchair with the rest of her clothes. How far did she go? She
looked down at her black bra and knickers. All the way? She
shrugged. He was naked. She might as well get naked too.

She
unlatched her bra and met his gaze before removing it slowly,
teasing him with it before fully exposing her breasts. His penis
twitched. He liked that. Turning her back on him and looking over
her shoulder, she slipped her thumbs into her knickers and bent
over as she pushed them down her legs. His cock jumped again. She
definitely had his interest.

She
stepped out of the knickers and turned to face him again. His eyes
narrowed and his lips compressed into a thin line as he raked his
gaze over her body, stirring fire in her veins. She lowered her
gaze to his cock, watching it as it started to grow hard
again.

“
You want to touch?” she whispered, gliding two fingers gently
over her right breast to tease him. His mouth fell open. He nodded
and didn’t stop until she’d reached him.

Dying to
feel his hands on her, warm and strong, she leaned over him and
then went one step further. She pressed her knee against the patch
of seat beside his thigh, and squeezed her other one in on the
other side so she was straddling him. She sat back on his knees,
not too close. She’d didn’t want to frighten him again. His
confidence was growing and she didn’t want to make it disappear.
She looked down at his length. Confidence wasn’t the only thing
growing.

Her heart
jumped when hot hands pressed against her breasts. She’d been so
lost in staring at his groin and she hadn’t expected him to just
take hold of her. Her eyes widened when he snaked an arm around her
back and pulled her towards him. His lips claimed a pert nipple,
sucking it into his mouth. She groaned and leaned back, hands
clinging to his shoulders as he drove her out of her mind with
need.

He
released her back and brushed his thumb over her other nipple while
his tongue swirled around the one in his mouth. She bucked her hips
forwards, needing him to touch her there. Insanity was beckoning if
she didn’t get some satisfaction soon. Her hand covered his,
holding it against her breast, and then removing it. She raised
herself up. His lips never left her other breast. He kissed it, his
free hand cupping it and squeezing. She groaned and pushed the hand
she held downwards towards her crotch.

Their
joined hands brushed her curly hair.

He
froze.

“
Touch me,” she whispered, breathless and desperate.

He
released her breast and looked up at her.

“
Please, Tristan. I need to feel you touching me.”

She
opened his hand and turned it, guiding his fingers towards her
swollen arousal. He tensed when she made him circle it. She closed
her eyes, sighed, and then opened them again.

“
That’s good.” She kept his fingers moving against
her.

His eyes
narrowed hungrily on hers and his erection bobbed. She stared down
at it, imagining how it would feel inside her, its long length
pleasantly stretching and teasing her.

Releasing
his hands, she placed hers against his shoulders.

“
Take a tour,” she whispered with a smile, wanting to encourage
him to explore her as she knew he wanted to. She could spend days
covering every inch of him. He had to feel the same about
her.

She
gasped when his fingers slid lower, caressing her opening. His dark
gaze held hers. She moaned her encouragement. Even if he hadn’t
experienced any of this before, he certainly knew where things
went. A lone, long finger slid into her folds, easing inside her.
She tensed, groaned and bucked against it, wanting it to thrust.
Biting her lip, she started to ride his finger, moving up and down,
showing him how to make her climax.

He looked
down, took his other hand and rubbed her swollen nub. She threw her
head back and moaned at the ceiling, harsh and guttural. Her moans
only grew louder when he removed his finger from her and slid two
back inside.

“
Jesus,” she muttered and rode them, clamping her muscles down,
desperate to orgasm.

It came
swift and fast, blinding her with spots of white light. She
convulsed forwards, riding out the waves of pleasure on his fingers
and breathing hard into his neck. His fingers probed her a little
deeper and then disappeared. He took hold of her thighs, hands wet
with her arousal.

“
Was that good?” he whispered close to her ear.

She
nodded dumbly, struggling to find her voice as she panted to catch
her breath.

Peppering
his neck with kisses, she slowly regained control of her trembling
body and worked her way around to his mouth. He claimed her lips
the moment they were within reach, his kiss searing her heart like
a branding iron, stamping his ownership of it. She melted against
him, every inch of her humming with pleasure.

“
I... I liked being inside you,” he said and she jolted back to
look at him and make sure it was him who had actually said that. It
sounded a little too coarse to be coming from his lips. It sounded
rough and rakish. It sounded hot.

She
kissed him hard, until their teeth clashed and the familiar
stirrings of arousal began in the pit of her stomach.

“
Tristan,” she panted between kisses. “I want to feel you
inside me.”

He moaned
into her mouth and kissed her harder, his tongue fighting hers.
Breaking the kiss, she slid off his lap and took hold of his hands.
She moved the small table out of the way and knelt on the rug in
front of the fire. Giving him her best ‘come get me, tiger’ look,
she waited to see what his reaction would be. His hard length
bobbed and twitched. He wanted her, it, but whether he was brave
enough to come and take her was a whole different
matter.

She
shuffled backwards when he knelt in front of her. Her heart
thundered when her eyes met his and she saw all the feelings in
them. She’d rushed him enough. Perhaps it was time to go a little
slower now that lust was giving way to love.

Taking
his hand, she lay back until she was stretched out on the soft
Chinese rug and he was above her. He didn’t look at all nervous.
She couldn’t fathom why. She was shaking like a leaf.

He looked
down between their bodies. She spread her legs, reached down and
took hold of his length. He leaned on one elbow as she brought him
towards her.

“
Wait... what if I—?” He caught her hand to stop
her.

She
blushed when she realised he was asking about coming inside
her.

“
We have a thing these days, a little pill that stops babies
from being made when people make love.” Could she have sounded more
ridiculous? Babies? He wasn’t five. She could’ve explained it in a
more adult way.

“
Oh.” His eyebrows rose. He grinned.

She
smiled too.

It turned
into a moan when he dipped his hips and eased his hard cock inside
her. He covered her completely, elbows pressing into the rug beside
her ribs. She settled her hands in the arch of his back and then
slid them up to his shoulder blades. A beautiful look of
concentration settled on his face. She tilted her head to one side
and stared up at him.

“
You okay?” she whispered.

He
swallowed, nodded and made an odd squeaking noise that she presumed
was supposed to be a ‘yes’.

His
initial thrust was slow and tentative, shaky. She wriggled into a
better position and raised her backside so he could go deeper. He
groaned and furrowed his eyebrows, plunging harder into her core.
She clung to his shoulders, arching against him with each deep hard
thrust. It wasn’t quite making love. But then, whose first time
ever was? She clamped her muscles down on his cock, encouraging him
to go with the flow and give up trying to restrain himself. He
thrust harder, moaning into her ear as he buried his face in her
neck. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room along with
their breathy groans and heavy breathing. Her breasts stuck to his
chest, skin tacky with sweat from the heat of the fire and their
love making. She dug her fingertips into his shoulders when he
began to draw out further, giving her longer strokes that made his
pelvis roughly hit hers.

He
muttered obscenities in her ear that surprised her, things he
wanted to do, things he’d seen in books. She let herself go and
whispered what she could do to him in his ear. He tensed, groaned
and thrust hard inside her when he came, his cock pulsing and
sending shivers of arousal through her.

“
I...” he breathed hard into her ear, his heart pounding
against her chest. He went to pull out of her. She pressed her
hands against his backside.

“
Wait. Stay in me a moment... I want you to feel it.” She held
him with one hand and reached between them with her other. Her nub
was slick when she found it and she tensed to make the most of the
feel of him inside her. It took barely a few seconds to find her
own climax and she groaned against his neck when she came,
convulsing around his softening cock.

He moaned
again and pushed forwards with his hips.

She
wrapped her arms around him, holding him close and savouring the
moment.

It was
one she’d never forget.

***

Ashlyn
slowly opened her eyes and looked over at Tristan where he lay
beside her in bed. The clock on the side table behind him revealed
that it was only eight in the morning. She’d only been asleep for
three hours. She moved, pleasantly sore and aching. Tristan was
insatiable. After their time in front of the fire, they’d gone up
to her bedroom, but it hadn’t been sleep on either of their minds.
She’d introduced him to several of the positions he’d whispered to
her during their first time, and the one that had made him climax
when she’d mentioned it. He hadn’t lasted long that
time.

She
stretched and smiled.

The sun
shone through the curtains and she looked back at Tristan with wide
eyes.

She
shoved him. He woke with a groan.

“
You’re still here!” she shouted, pouncing on him. His eyes
snapped open, his right one hidden beneath his long hair. It spread
across the pillow, enticing her to run her fingers over
it.

“
It is morning?”

She
nodded. He pushed her off him and was out of bed before she could
say another word. Seconds later, he was dressed and heading for the
door. She grabbed her robe and slung it on, fastening the belt as
she walked, desperate to keep up with him in case he suddenly
disappeared or turned to stone.

“
Is it over?” she said, striding beside him down the
hall.