Free Tristan's Temptation by Sabrina York Page A

licked her lips as Tristan kicked off his pants and briefs and his cock popped free. “In me!” she urged.
    He did not tarry. He set one knee on the bed and angled her legs apart, levered over her and slipped in. And…
    God, he felt so good.
    Shannon arched into him with an irrepressible moan. He was so big, so hard, so filling. She tried to clench her muscles around him but couldn’t. He was far too large. But he appreciated the effort. She could tell by the way he grunted, the way the light in his eye caught fire. The way he thrust harder and harder still.
    “You feel so good.”
    “So do you,” he gasped. “God. I’ve wanted this all day.”
    “Me too.” She dug into his flesh with her fingernails and angled her pelvis toward him. Ever accommodating, he slipped deeper. “Yeah. Like that.”
    He grunted as an uncontrollable shiver shot through her, resounding through her pussy, through him. “You’re so tight.”
    “Harder. Please.”
    He complied, shifting his position and beginning a relentless series of thrusts, each harder, deeper and more delicious than the last. Each nudged her closer to the edge of her sanity. He bent his head and licked her nipple and she groaned. It felt so good, sent shock waves straight to her clit. He did it again and then he took the throbbing crest into his mouth and sucked.
    “Do you like that?” he asked between nibbles and nips, though he should know the answer. She whimpered and twitched with delight around him, clutching him, working him. “Do you?” He sucked harder.
    “Yes, Tristan. Ah!” Without warning, her orgasm came to her, whisking her away to a world of sensation. Her entire body spasmed and her mind went blank. She was aware of nothing but the cloud of pleasure transporting her, aware of nothing but the hard, pistoning cock driving her further and further from herself. And then the wave broke. Pleasure, like nothing she’d ever known, crashed down upon her, leaving her shuddering and weeping and utterly serene.
    He had come too, during that last clenching surge. He lay beside her panting and replete. While he’d slipped out of her and over to the side, his arms enfolded her, his fingers clung, desperately, tellingly, to the side of her breast. As though he didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to sever this connection. He didn’t want this to end.
    She turned her head. His handsome features were slack with contentment. She caressed his cheek. “That was wonderful.”
    He leaned over to kiss her lips. With his thumbs, he brushed the tears from her cheeks. “Why are you crying?”
    “I’m not crying.”
    “Then what’s this?” He held up a finger, a glistening drop clinging to the tip.
    She smiled and took his fingertip into her mouth, sucking ever so gently. “That, my good man,” she said, “is bliss.”
    “Stop it. You’re making me hard again.”
    Her lips twitched. “Would that be so horrible?”
    “No. But Shannon…” His chuckle was slightly exasperated. “You know we have to stop doing this.”
    “I know.” She nuzzled her nose against the taut skin of his chest. Her breath skated across a nipple and he grunted.
    “If anyone at work found out about us, especially Adam, there would be hell to pay.”
    “I know.” Her tongue snaked out to nudge an enticing copper disk.
    “Stop it,” he whispered through a grin, slapping a hand over his nipple. “Go to sleep.”
    “Will you stay?” she asked. She had to.
    In response, his caress drifted across the small of her back. Over the dimples on her butt. Down to the sensitive backs of her knees. Then up. Up and up, until he stroked, stoked the heart of her. Made her gasp and cry out and beg for more.
    And she didn’t get much sleep at all.
    It wasn’t until the next morning—as the sun dawned bright and warm and she awoke wrapped in his arms, held tightly, close to his heart—that she realized the box of condoms she’d purchased remained unopened in her dresser