Free Tristan's Temptation by Sabrina York

Outside.
    “Yeah,” she moaned, deep and low. He swore he could see the undulations inside her robe, under the blanket, a quarter mile away. In the shadows.
    “Shannon, Jesus. You’re killing me.”
    She didn’t reply but her knees rose to points in the distance as she shifted her body. A random observer would have no idea the woman relaxing on the lounger was slipping her fingers into her dripping pussy, but Tristan knew. He knew with a visceral jolt to his solar plexus as he heard her groan, the sharp gasps and the tiny little whimpers of pleasure. “Fuck.” He squinted in a vain attempt to see her better. There in the dark. A quarter mile away.
    “Oh yes. Fuck me.” Her voice was like velvet. “I’m so wet for you, Tristan. I’ve been thinking about your big cock all day and I want you in me sooo bad.”
    “Do you?” Hell. He wanted that too. More than fucking anything.
    “Mmm. Do you know how hard my little clit is? It’s like a stone. So hard. So fat. It feels so good when I touch it. I wish you could touch it. I wish you could lick it. I wish…”
    But Shannon was talking to herself. Tristan had severed the connection and was heading for the door, his car keys and his hard-on making twin bulges in his jeans.
     
    Shannon pulled back the cell phone and stared at it.
    Call ended?
    She glanced up the hill but could no longer see Tristan’s rangy form leaning against the fence in the moonlight. Whatever had happened? She hoped, quite desperately, that he hadn’t fallen into the ravine. She stood and walked to the fence, peering up into the shadows. Nothing. How odd.
    Suddenly Bosco began to bark and Shannon turned to scold him. Just then, the doorbell rang and a thrill shot through her. He couldn’t be at her door. Could he?
    Certainty and arousal drove her and she ran to the door, peeking through the peephole before throwing the portal wide.
    “Tristan,” she said on a gasp, and then she cried out as he swept her into a wild embrace and backed her up against the wall.
    His lips came down on hers in a passionate rush and he consumed her like a starving man. He held her still with his body, anchoring her as he nibbled at her, licked her and fucked her mouth with his tongue. At the same time, his hands insinuated themselves inside her robe and roved with illicit intent, molding her breasts, tweaking her nipples and, finally, testing the viscosity between her legs.
    When he touched her there, on her throbbing clit, and slipped his fat fingers into her sweltering cavern, she came. She didn’t mean to come so quickly but the ravenous longing in his ardent kiss overwhelmed her. A part of her brain, the part still clinging to a capacity for thought, acknowledged that, while they had made passionate love, this was their first kiss. And she came, the first time he kissed her.
    The revelation made her come again. Or perhaps it was his mouth, which had traveled down her body and was now worshipping the bundle of screaming nerves between her legs. He sucked at her clit, nibbling and licking, laving and flicking with his tongue until she was a panting, clutching, snarling creature, lost to sanity, lost to reason.
    With that overwhelming orgasm, she slumped to the ground, gaping at him in speechless awe. His gaze, avid and hungry, skated over her. With a resounding groan, he lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and stripped her of her useless robe and flung it to the floor. Impatiently, he yanked at his belt.
    Shannon’s body still thrummed with arousal despite her recent bliss. Her body remembered his, recalled how it felt as he slipped in and in, deeper and deeper until his thick length was seated fully within her canal. Her body remembered and lusted for his return.
    Enjoying the sight of Tristan Trillo stripping in her bedroom, she trailed her palm over her belly and into her pubic hair, arching as she touched, ever so gently, her throbbing clit.
    “Umm.” She