Chapter 14- Erotica

Just putting it out there, this is a very mature chapter, all of it. So if you're not interested in smut, you can skip here. You'll know what happened so don't worry about missing anything⚠️

Enjoy!

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He pushed me against the door as my legs circled around his waist. He hoisted me higher, using one hand to hold my head while the other rested on my thigh, momentarily digging his fingers in as he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

I ravished myself in the feeling of having him so near. Just the way he held me like I'd disappear if he should dear let go, had my heart swirling like a whirlpool of emotions.

He rubbed small circles with his thumb on my thigh, and the small movement had me aching for him as I gasped in the kiss. He ran his other hand down to my neck, gently pulling back my hair which automatically gave him better access to the kiss.

My toes curled as he halted caressing on my thigh and slowly ran his finger tips up and down my bare skin, inching closer and closer to where I needed him. I bit his lip a little too hard as he continued his maddening teasing, but the approving groan I received told me that he liked it. He sucked on my lip as I felt his hand retreating, and disappointment dawned on me until I felt him grab my arse in both hands and stepped away from the door, not once breaking the kiss.

He laid me on the bed slowly--almost intentional as he slowed the pace of the kiss. It became something more savoury than the rush of desire it started off as--just like our relationship.

My lips tingled from all the sucking and biting, but by far it was the best kiss I have ever had. He pulled away so that he was looking at me, and I gazed into his mesmerising eyes as they swirled in emotion. He pushed a lock of hair away from my face as he gazed at me, no one saying anything but it oddly seemed perfect.

All the doubts I ever had about him went out the window in that instant, and I knew that what our date couldn't prove, his eyes surely did.

There are a lot of things one can learn from the look in a man's eyes. You can know whether he wants you for mere pleasure, if he isn't in the least interested or most importantly, if he admires you.

It's a look of admiration that will knock the breath from any woman's lungs. It shows exactly how

willing he is to offer you his heart, stability and happiness. Many would think they don't know how to recognize the look, but when you see it, there really isn't any doubt about it.

I knew, because Tristan was looking at me that exact way.

My heart soared in elation as I allowed the emotions I tried to suppress flow freely. I knew I had been falling for him the minute I saw him--if only I knew he was too. I was so caught up in my world of heartbreak and grief that I tried to ignore what my heart had been trying to tell me all along.

It wasn't too soon, it wasn't too inappropriate and it wasn't distracting. It was solely and entirely genuine.

"Are you sure?" He asked, staring intensely at me.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, so I resorted to nodding frantically instead, before pulling him back to me, recapturing his lips in a blissful kiss.

I let myself go in that single kiss, communicating just how much I wanted him. It went further than just an intimate want or companionship, it was a certain emotion that I dared not to acknowledge. He openly accepted my proposal, dominating the kiss the minute I initiated it.

His fingers caressed my skin like light feathery nibbles, contradictory to the burning trail they left wherever they went. I gasped as his mouth slid down the length of my throat, igniting a new flame I didn't think was possible. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders that were still covered by his dress shirt.

A moan rose from my chest as his lips trailed lower to the base of my neck, where he took habitat and sucked maddeningly. My fingers gripped his arms as I squeezed my eyes shut. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, moving to unbutton his shirt. He helped me shrug it from his body which granted me full access to his toned, hard body. It was the first time my eyes would be ravishing in the sight of him shirtless, and I loved it.

I bit my lip as I throbbed for him more, and my clothes suddenly felt like leeches sucking at my skin. He found his way back to lips again, where he dropped four single pecks to it before swiftly and skilfully spinning me around.

I knelt on my large bed in front of him, as he ran his fingers down my bare left arm. He feathered kisses to my shoulder as he used his other hand to languidly pull the zipper of my dress down, purposely letting his fingers glide down the middle of my back with the cold metal.

My breathing hitched as I threw my head backwards and arched my back, his lips still on my shoulder. He pulled away to push the thick blue fabric over my arms, letting it pool at my waist.

He made no move to turn me around, he simply continued to nibble at my neck and shoulder, whilst using his now free hands to glide up my bare chest. I wore no bra with the dress, so he had full access to my breast as he lightly gripped them in his large hands.

My moan was muffled in my own mouth as I bit my lip impossibly harder.

"You are so beautiful Cianna" He whispered in my ear, his voice sounding huskier than usual, pushing me to the edge of my desire for him.

I tried to turn around to kiss him again, but he simply held me put, showing me that he was a selfish man with time. He swept my hair to my left shoulder before transferring his kisses to the other.

"Tristan" I whined, impatient for his touch

"Patience love" He soothed. "You'll enjoy it better this way" He sounded sure as he twisted my sensitive buds between his fingers.

I threw my head backwards against his shoulders, automatically pushing up my hand to bury it in his thick soft hair. He groaned in approval, giving me permission to continue massaging his scalp.

His hand left my left breast, where he used it to caress every inch of my body, still giving all his attention to my neck.

He seemed confident in his every touch and caress, which he ought to as my body burned for him. His hand found the center of her chest again, where he purposely left only one finger on my body, before he slowly dragged it down between my cleavage. I moved my hips in agitation as he inched closer and closer to where I needed him.

When his fingers danced across the place where I longed for him the most, and I nearly jumped from his grip as desire raked my whole being. I moaned and throbbed as his finger pressed harder and moved faster, pushing me to a deteriorated high that was long overdue, as the overwhelming tension filled me.

But when his finger filled me, I knew I had no time left, and he instantly pumped it faster as he brought me to my high. At the peak, I rode a climax with his name on my tongue and my fingers digging into his arm.

He held me tighter as he flipped me back around so that he was on top of me, my breathing heavy and my eyes wide in surprise. I had never had such a feeling before, and he hadn't even entered me yet. It made me eager to receive him even more.

I watched as he slowly glided his finger between his lips, a small smirk playing on them as my heart skipped a beat. It was undeniably and surprisingly sexy as he slid his tongue over his lips slowly, not once breaking eye contact.

He pulled the rest of the dress from my body, pulling my panties with it which left my body completely bare for his eyes.

He drank me in greedily for a while, before granting me what I longed for and kissed me ravishingly again. He left my lips to kiss my chin, and he continued to kiss down the middle of my body till he was at my navel. I could feel the tension building in me again by such a simple action.

I looked down on him to find him already looking up to me with his lips lingering on the spot. We retained eye contact as he went south west instead of straight down. He gripped my right leg as he trailed kisses down its length, leaving a wake with his finger where his lips left.

I watched as he held my leg up, before sexily buckling my shoe to throw it across the room. He did the same with my left foot, and if someone took a picture in that exact moment where he held my leg up to unbuckle the shoe, it would've been the sexiest picture ever.

Once every bit of clothes were gone from my body, he used his knee to spread my legs further apart as he positioned himself between them. My hand automatically found the button of his pants as he dipped down to capture my lips again.

He pushed the rest of his pants along with his boxers down his body, and I could feel his erect hard and thick on my thigh. I was eager to have him, and my body was screaming in the fire Tristan had caused on us. He rubbed himself against my entrance, driving me to another peak as he soaked up all my dripping moisture, groaning in approval as he felt what he caused.

I gripped his hard shoulder as he took me, bringing me into a world I knew I could never escape from.

Instantly, my whole being was his as he stroked hard and deep, bringing me pleasure I never thought was possible.

From the minute I saw him in that interrogation room, this moment had been in the back of my brain. But it wasn't like I expected- not in the least. It was better--far better, and I knew it was because we waited until we knew each other more. The specialness of the moment was nothing like before.

He made me feel unique and adored as he told me everything with the way he made love to me. He made me feel appreciated and beautiful just by the way he stroked my skin delicately and relishingly. I treasured the feeling of being adored while pleasured; it was nothing normal.

My moans and gasps only drowned in the blasting atmosphere of intimate ecstasy. His movements grew faster as I screamed for him in pleasure. I wrapped my feet around him and gripped him tighter. Every time he would pull away, leaving me almost empty, only to fill me up again drove me to euphoria.

We ended together, as he pulled away swiftly to empty himself on my stomach with a manly moan. My legs shook rapidly as he helped me finish too by rubbing me fast with his fingers. He collapsed beside me as he grabbed me in his arms, breathing heavily as we both relived moment.

I spun in his arms so that I was facing him, still in a panting mess as I offered him a small shaky smile.

"You were right," I told him with a small simper. " I did like it better that way" He smiled down at me too with his chest still heaving up and down as he tucked away my dark hair.

"You are..." He trailed with the smile still playing on his lips as he eyed me still as if trying to find the words, but I could understand perfectly. I reached up to claim his lips, showing him that he had no need to end that statement.

"You were too" A blush crept up my cheek as I thought about the moment we shared. The way he moved, the way he had me calling and moaning his name, the things he did, the way he made me feel.. I knew I'd be smitten for at least a good week.

Oh help me to control my hands.

"Today was the best" I mumbled once I pulled away from the kiss and thought about the whole day.

I remembered how nervous I was all day because of the date. If only I had known the outcome.

"It couldn't have been more perfect" He beamed as he kissed my forehead.

We fell into comfortable silence after that as I snuggled into his chest. He stroked my hair softly as I caressed his side with my fingers. It wasn't uncomfortable and it wasn't strained. We both knew that silence was necessary and needed.

There was nothing else left to say tonight, and we both knew it. We wouldn't spoil the moment by trying to say something fitting, and I was grateful that he felt that way too.

And so, we ravished in each other's company as the clock ticked by, and I knew I had found my home in him.