Catch My Fall (17 page)

The feel of his hot skin was a huge change, but one that I was very much enjoying.  I scratched his shoulders gently, swallowing his groan of approval as the kiss deepened and I shifted on top of him in an attempt to find a better position.  He solved that problem by dropping onto his back and turning so that we were each on our sides facing one another.  I shivered because his hand was possessively lying on my ass and I threw my leg over his, my foot resting on the back of his calf as we continued to kiss desperately.

With only a thin layer of fabric covering him, I was able to really feel his erection nudging into me, but instead of being scared, I was turned on.  We kissed hotly as I tried to do the impossible and get closer as I arched against him desperately.

A beautiful wave of dizziness swept through me when his hand slid under the waistband of my sleep shorts before he started tracing little circles against my core through my panties.  Since the day we started kissing more passionately I’ve been getting very aroused for him, but this is way, way more than that.  I was undeniably wet and I wondered if he was able to feel it through the fabric.  The heat radiating from his chest against me was so sexy that all I could really think about was being skin to skin with him.  I thought it through for a second, testing to see if that’s what I really wanted, and the answer came to me quickly.  Yes, this was what I wanted.  Breaking the kiss I said, “Wait, stop, I…”

Anything else
I was about to say was cut off because he practically levitated off  the bed and across the room.  “Jesus, fuck, I knew I should’ve worn the sweats! I’ll sleep in the living room.”

The shock of his abrupt departure from the bed all but left me with whiplash.  “What? NO! Why?”

The look he gave me was one of utter confusion.  “Babe, you said stop. That’s the get the fuck off the bed, shut everything the hell down word.  You say stop, I stop.”

Any hesitation that I might have had about what I was about to do completely disappeared after he said that.  Tristan’s… it.  He’s just it.  I wish I had more words… better words… words that could do justice to him, but I don’t. 

“Stan… No, I didn’t mean for you to stop, stop.  I meant hold on. I wanted to do this.”

Averting my eyes, I grabbed the hem of my sleep shirt and pulled it off, leaving the top half of myself naked.  His harsh inhalation drew my gaze up to his, and I shivered from the heat blazing at me from his eyes.

“My God, Mimi… Are you trying to give me a heart attack?  You’re too beautiful with your clothes ON.  This is… Baby, are you sure you want to go this far?”

“I wouldn’t have taken my shirt off if I weren’t.  I want to feel your skin on mine.”  Holding out my hand I crooked my finger in a ‘come here’ motion.

All of the uncertainty left him as he came across the room towards me, his eyes on mine like a heat-seeking missile.  Without even knowing I was doing it, I stood up to meet him halfway.  When we came together he lifted me up and my legs instinctually wrapped around his waist as our naked chests touched for the first time.  My already pebbled nipples somehow tightened even more.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growled as he ran his hand around from my back to my stomach, traveling slowly past my bellybutton and up until he cupped my right breast gently in his hand.  “Beautiful, perfect… my girl.”

Leaning forward I licked the spot where his neck met his shoulder before giving it a little nibble and a gentle suck.  “You’re pretty beautiful yourself, Stan.  Not to mention very, very tasty.”

He moaned then, a desperate sound that made my stomach clench and my panties wetter than they already are.  I could feel the need coming off him, but to his credit it wasn’t making him pushy.  When he laid me down on the bed and then came down over me, he studied me through hooded eyes as he set both hands on my stomach and began gently gliding them up my torso.

“You belong here with me,” he said softly. 

I nodded my agreement as I put my hand out and laid it on his amazingly sexy abs.  It seemed like Tristan burned hotter than anyone I’d ever known, but that could be because my own hand was already steaming from the fire inside me. 

I shifted and let out a little gasp of wonder when he cupped each of my breasts in his hands, gently massaging my nipples with his thumbs, the feeling so delicious that I arched my back.  “That feels amazing,” I told him breathlessly.

“I want to lick and suck on them, Mia.
Can I?”

My back arched again in silent invitation as I groaned out my answer.  “Yes.”

I thought I had some idea of what having a wet tongue gliding across my breasts would feel like, but as it turns out, I was way off the mark.  When I thought about what it might be like to be touched, licked, sucked and nibbled on, I didn’t dream big enough.  There’s almost no way to describe the magic of his hot, wet mouth pulling my aching nipple in and laving it with his tongue.  Of their own accord my hands threaded their way into his silken hair to hold on as he cast his spell on me.

From one breast to the other he went, paying them equal attention as I shivered and moaned beneath him helplessly.  My head bent down to watch him as he did it, and the visual of his head combined with the knowledge of what he was doing made me crazy. My breath caught in my throat when he looked up at my face and smiled, his chocolate eyes filled with desire and silent promises of satisfaction.  The breath I was holding left me in a rush when he kept his eyes on mine as he licked my nipple, watching my reaction like a hawk. 

“Please,” I whimpered helplessly.  “Please.”

“What do you want, baby?  What do you need?”

I could feel my face flaming as I answered truthfully, “More.  More, more, more.”

His eyes went wild as he brought his lips to mine and began kissing me again, this kiss clearly intended to mark and devour.  I met his tongue with my own, melting underneath him while I learned that there was yet another way to kiss someone than what we’d already been doing.  We’d done sweet, hot, sensual and crazy, but now we were doing something darker and far more sexual.  Now we were engaged in something beautifully erotic, yet savagely desperate all at the same time.  I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my hips upward and rubbing against his erection, drinking in his harsh growl with another roll of my hips.

Tearing his lips away from mine, he looked down at me with eyes that had become dark chocolate espresso.  “I want to touch you everywhere.  Is that okay?”

I was breathless from the kiss as I answered as firmly as I could, “Yes. 
Please.
”

He kissed me again as his right hand slid down my torso and under the waistband of my shorts
as he pulled them down, with my panties, and threw them off the bed. He growled as he felt me against his fingers, his head pulling away as his eyes blazed into mine.

“You’re
beautiful Mimi.  So wet for me, so wet and so perfect.”

I cried out softly as he began making circles on my clit, little fireworks going off inside of me as heat blasted through my bo
dy.  He slid his finger inside me gently, going just far enough to make me feel needier than ever, but not far enough to go past the barrier. 

“How do you make yourself come?” he asked.

I shifted my hips helplessly underneath him, my body reaching for something…something I knew was out there but I didn’t know how to get there.

I shook my head back and forth as I moaned.  “I don’t… haven’t…I’ve never.”

He let out a groan, a tortured sound that I felt deep inside of me, deep enough that I shivered and moaned.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never want to stop.  I want everything you have, Mimi.  Everything.”

He continued sliding his finger in and out as he set his thumb down on my clit and started to rub.  I moaned louder, my body beginning to convulse beneath his hand.  “Tristan… oh, Tristan.”

“Come for me baby.  I’ve got you.”

I yelled his name then, becoming embarrassingly loud in a way that I never knew I could be, but wasn’t able to keep it in as my body exploded from the inside out.

His fingers kept working together until he’d wrung it all out of me.  When I came down from cloud nine thousand and ninety-nine, my chest heaved as I gasped for breath.  He dropped kisses all over my face and neck as he told me how beautiful I was and how glad he was that he got to share that first with me.

Placing a hand on either side of his head, I pulled him down to me and kissed him as if I hadn’t touched him in an eternity.  I was hot from the inside out and I wanted to mark him like he marked me.  Holding himself over me he kissed me back just as desperately.  Taking my right hand away from the side of his head, I slid it down his chest and into his boxer shorts, moaning when I felt the silken steel of his shaft in my hand. 

He pulled his head back and gasped as I touched him tentatively.  “Baby, you don’t have to do this.  We’re going slow.”

Looking up at him, I smiled.  “I know we are.  But I need to make you feel as good as I do.  I’ve never done any of this before and I want to.  Can I see it?”

I both felt and heard his response to my question as he groaned out, “Yes,” while at the same moment the crown of his shaft let out a small amount of fluid that I now know is pre-cum.

Standing up from the bed, he stripped his boxers and kicked them away.  I sat up and watched as his entire body was revealed to me, and I shivered when I saw how beautiful he was from head to toe.  Tristan is perfectly formed, and that includes the beautiful shaft that was pointing at me now.  He was big without being scary and the sight of him naked made me wetter.

“What do you call it?”

He laughed a little and shook his head at me.  “Do you mean do I have a name for it like ‘Little Stan’?”

Shaking my head I answered, “No, no.  I know that it’s a dorky question but I’m wondering what
you
call it.  Dick, schlong, Johnson, penis, cock, junk, pecker, boner, prick, rod, shaft, tool, wang…or some word I don’t even know.”

He laughed so hard I thought he might actually bust a gut.  “I swear to God I haven’t had one dull moment since I met you, Mia.  You slay me in the best fucking way.  Generally, I call it my dick.  What would you like to call it, baby?”

I considered it for a minute, rolling each of the words around in my head before I answered.  “I think I’m going to go with cock or dick, if that’s okay.”

“Anything you want, Mimi, anything at all.  Hell, you can call it licorice if you want,” he said with a deep chuckle.

“Of course you would bring it back to something sweet,” I laughed.

“Oh Mimi… With you everything’s sweet.”

I wanted him so badly I thought I might combust.  Patting the bed beside me I told him to lie down.  When he complied, I sat on my knees next to him and traced figure eights down his stomach until I reached his shaft.  Looking up at him, I smiled shyly.   “I’m going to get to know your licorice.”

He made a sound that was half shocked gasp/half growly moan and I took that as the green light to explore.  I traced every inch of his length with my fingers as I studied him intently.  I drank in his moan when I fisted him and started to move my fist up and down.  I let out an excited sound when more pre-cum came out of the tip, using it to lubricate him as I worked my hand faster.  I very much wanted to taste him and after debating it in my mind for a few minutes as I stroked him, I leaned forward and licked the tip.

He tensed beneath me and groaned out, “FUCK.”

His reaction encouraged me to continue, knowing that he was enjoying my novice attempt at pleasuring him.  Opening my lips, I sheathed my teeth with my lips and took him into my mouth. 

I don’t think there’s a college girl alive who didn’t at some point practice how to give a blowjob on a carrot, zucchini or banana as a teenager and I’m no exception.  Laugh if you want, but judging by his reaction I think the practice might actually have helped.  I don’t think it hurt that Macy and I stole a porno from her parents’ bedroom and watched a few parts of it at least a dozen of times to learn what was expected before she had sex with Steve for the first time.  Thinking about that brought a wave of sadness but I pushed the thoughts away and went back to focusing on the task at hand, pleasing Tristan.

His breathing, moans and shifting beneath me were the cues I used to speed up or lick the tip, and I also used my fist on the bottom of his shaft.  “Please, fuck, please baby.  I’m going to come.  Just jerk it… Don’t let me come in your mouth.”

I sat up fast and gripped him harder as I shuttled my hand up and down his shaft, my eyes shuttling back and forth from his face to his shaft as he reached his peak.  He cried out my name again and again as he exploded, and I watched in awe as his release splashed onto his stomach.  As he came down from the high of his orgasm I left the bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor before returning to the bed and wiping his stomach off.  His breath was still coming in bursts as he watched me, and he chuckled when I threw the boxers across the room, making it into his hamper.

Pulling me into his arms as he laughed he said, “Slam fucking dunk, baby.”

“Are we talking about my amazing throwing skills or my licorice handling?”

“You’re killing me, Mimi.  Fucking killing me.  Can you sit up for a minute?”