“You want—” she gasped “—five?”
“Mhmm. Do you?”
She barely nodded, but it was enough for him to undo his falls, his cock jutted out. “C’mere, my love.”
“Oh my God. You’re so big, Tristan.”
“I’m this big for you, Iris. Damn. You make me hard. Look.” He fisted his cock, pumped it once. “Come here. Feel me against you, my love, but don’t let me inside yet.”
She didn’t fully understand, he could see it in her face, but she trusted him. And the second his cock hit her wet pussy, he knew it was going to take all his determination to get her to five. He thought her bones had gone limp, but she found renewed strength once she slid up his rod the first time. They groaned together, her hands grasping the clothes still peeled to his chest.
“Tristan, unnhh…oh my God.”
Her breaths were panting out of her as she found friction against her bundle of nerves.
“That’s right, my love. He’s all yours.”
She buried her head in his chest. “I can’t believe…it…you feel…so…good.” One of his hands squeezed her breast and then in a quick move, he pinched her nipple.
“Annhhh…” She fell apart in his arms. “I…can’t…I can’t…ohhh…” she mewled and it struck him hard and strong in his cock. “But I want more…”
“So greedy. My girl.” He laid her back on the ground. “Let me do the work this time.”
When she nodded, he hovered over her, readying himself at her entrance.
“I’m ready, Tristan.”
Tightening his resolve, he slid into her wet home. And once he was in there, he never wanted to leave. He thought he would take it slow, give her some time to acclimate, but she was already surging forward looking for more. And he knew, as he always had, that she was made for him.
He pumped into her a few times, with increasing intensity until she was arched up into him so high and so hard he had to suck on her nipple through her dress as he slammed into her again. She cried out just after he stole the sound from her mouth. Still, he had one more to give her.
“Can you do one more?” he panted into her ear.
Absolutely without breath, she answered, “Yes. One more.” And he flipped her onto her hands and knees, crouching on his own knees, where he met her again.
And there was hardly any stifling of the growl he released.
She was limp in his arms, but beckoning him on. One more time.
“You should see how good you take me, my love. That pretty pussy—”
“Unnhh…” she cried out again. And this time he let himself release into her.
“That’s five, my love.”
And he didn’t think she had any breath left in her, but she managed to say, “That’s magic.”
Chapter 7
“Iknow this is backwards considering last night, but I wanted to court you properly. At least one time before we get married.”
Iris’s heart glowed like a never ending candle. It was impossible to believe that this was real life. That this was her life. That it was all real. Last night…she sighed in recollection. Despite the slight soreness, she was floating around on the clouds above them. Nothing could drag her down, not even the most powerful wave, like those out on the sea before them. The sea she was so enthralled to paint.
“I’m glad you are,” she looked up at him, not quite shyly, but with a new familiarity. Like she was looking at him for the first time with new eyes.
A new heart. A full heart.
This was what love was supposed to feel like.