"Well,
I'm exhausted. Plane rides do that to me. I thought we could stay in tonight
and have dinner before we spend some more time out here on the balcony."
I
knew the flight had been stressful for him. Each time we flew anywhere, he grew
quiet. More than once on the flight there, I'd noticed his knuckles were nearly
white as his hands tightly gripped the armrests on his seat. It wasn't
surprising after what he'd been through.
Standing
on my toes, I stretched to kiss him on the cheek. "I think that sounds
perfect."
That
smile I loved came out and he hugged me tightly. "Good. I'm going to speak
to the concierge, but I'll be back in a few minutes. You stay and enjoy the
view."
"Yes,
sir. I can do that, sir," I joked.
"Sir?
Be careful. I hear your boss is a real bastard. Seems he's miserable to his
employees. Never smiles, I hear."
"Oh
no. He's nothing like that. They just don't know the real man. I'm not worried.
He's pretty fantastic, actually."
Tristan
turned to leave and stopped as he opened the suite door. "Just pretty
fantastic?"
"Okay,
he's extraordinary, but he doesn't flaunt his extraordinariness all the
time," I said with a wink.
After
he left, I turned back to look at the view from our balcony. That's how I
thought of things. Our balcony. It had a romantic ring to it. Leaning against
the wrought iron railing, I scanned the canal below and saw couples in love on
their gondola rides enjoying the beautiful Venice evening. It was the most enchanting
thing I'd ever seen in person, and I felt like I needed to pinch myself to be
sure I wasn't dreaming.
I
didn't know how long I stood there, but when I finally looked up from the
romantic scene below, the sky was dark and the stars that twinkled overhead
made it look like the perfect painting. The sound of the suite door closing
signaled Tristan's return, and I turned around to see not only him but three
uniformed waiters with trays full of food.
He
opened his arms wide as the men set the table across the room. "A feast
fit for a queen, my lady."
I
was embarrassed for a moment, but the waiters didn't seem to care who was in
the room, so I took Tristan's outstretched hand and let him kiss me in front of
them. "It's so much food."
"Enough
for my queen." Tristan looked past me. "Thank you, gentlemen."
Turning,
I saw the three men bow and leave us with a table full of food. Fruits,
vegetables, meats, breads, and desserts covered the five foot round table,
leaving no room for either of us to place a plate down to eat. Looking at
Tristan, I asked, "Where are we eating? You've gotten enough food for a
queen and her entire court."
"I
like the idea of dinner in bed. Breakfast shouldn't have all the fun."
At
times like this when he was utterly charming and funny, I couldn't help but
smile. He really was adorable. "Dinner in bed it is then. What does one
wear to such an event?"
Taking
my hand, he led me to the bedroom and turned me around so I faced away from
him. His fingers tugged the zipper down on the back of my dress, and he
whispered in my ear, "Nothing. Dinner in bed is definitely a no-dress
affair."
My
dress fell to the floor and I turned around to face him to slide his suit coat
off his shoulders. "I like how this dinner is shaping up already." A
few gentle pulls on his perfect Windsor knotted tie and I tossed it on the bed
nearby. As I unbuttoned his black dress shirt to reveal his solid chest and
stunning abs, I couldn't help but lick my lips. He was like a Greek god
standing there in front of me.
He
looked down at me with eyes full of desire as I slid my fingers beneath the
waist of his pants. In a needy voice, he groaned, "Maybe we'll have
dessert first."
Chapter Fifteen
My
fingers grazed the head of his already excited cock, and I heard him take a sharp
breath in above me. As I stroked his silky skin, I looked up to watch him close
his eyes and tilt his head back. I loved seeing him like this. He was sex
incarnate, and I wanted to feel every inch of him on me.
He
moaned softly when I unzipped his pants and took his cock in my hand. He'd gone
commando, so I slid his pants over his hips and they fell quickly around his
ankles. This was what had been in my mind that first night when he'd asked me
what I was thinking, and now I wanted to show him exactly what he made me want.
Dropping
to my knees, I ran my hand from the base of his cock to the head and back again
as I watched his face relax in pleasure. I slid the mushroom-shaped head into
my mouth and sucked gently as I eased my lips down over his cock until they
touched my hand gripping the base. He tasted incredible on my tongue, like a
slightly salty treat I'd waited too long to enjoy.
He
buried his hands in my hair and began to move my head at a rhythm both of us
liked. Humming against his skin as my mouth slid down over him again, I sent
vibrations up and down his cock, making him moan a noise like I'd never heard
from him.
"Oh,
God, Nina...don't stop. Just like that."
His
voice was hoarse and strained from desire, and I loved the sound of it. I made
him sound like that. Me. I wanted to hear him tell me how much he loved it
again and again. It made me wet just listening to the need in every word. The
need for me to give him what he so desperately wanted.
I
looked up to watch him as I took him into me, loving the expression on his face
as he watched me. Leaning my head back, I slid him out of my mouth, my hand
still stroking his hard, silken shaft. He was thick and long, and I licked my
lips at the feel of him so heavy in my palm.
"Fuck,
don't stop," he moaned. There was almost a painful sound to his voice now.
My
tongue slid over the head and I licked around him like a lollypop as my hand
cupped his balls. His eyes grew wide with desire before he closed them and a
strained look crossed his face. "Baby, you're killing me."
"Time
for good boyfriends to get what they want then."
I
drew him into my mouth slowly, my tongue darting over the area just below the
tip of his cock. His breath left his lips in a hiss, and he whispered deeply,
"Faster."
Humming
against his skin again, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth and
sucked gently as I moved up and down his cock. His grip on my hair tightened as
he worked to direct my efforts to exactly where he wanted them, sending a
delicious mixture of pleasure and pain shooting across my scalp and down my
neck.
His
movements grew to short, stabbing motions into me, and I knew he was getting
close. My hand slid faster around the base, giving every inch of his cock
pleasure. I wanted to feel him lose control, to feel him experience that
release that came from letting go.
He
sounded like he was on the verge of losing his voice as he whispered in a deep,
hoarse rasp, "Nina, much more and I won't be able to hold back
anymore."
I
stared into his eyes so wild now and prayed he understood how much I wanted
him. All of him.
Don't hold back, baby.
His
cock twitched and grew larger, telling me it was time. I relaxed my body to
take as much as he offered. He pulled my head down onto him, exciting me more
than I'd ever thought possible, and my throat accepted everything he gave as he
exploded into me.
When
he finally pulled out of my mouth, my legs were weak and shaking and I sat back
on my heels to catch my breath. Closing my eyes, I got my bearings as he
removed the last of his clothes. His lips brushed mine and I opened my eyes to
see him kneeling in front of me.
"See
what you do to me? You bring me to my knees."
I
smiled at his confession. "Are you happy?"
"Happy
isn't the word I'd use," he said as he slipped my bra strap off my right
shoulder and then my left. "More like ecstatic."
I
looked down as he slid his hands behind me to unhook my bra. "Good."
"And
now I plan to do the same for you, so get those panties off before I tear them
off with my teeth."
Lying
back on the floor, I slithered out of my panties as Tristan moved forward to
catch me with his hands, pressing my hips to the floor. I let my legs fall
open, and he moaned, sending a shiver of desire straight through me. I wanted
his mouth on me, devouring my pussy as that gorgeous tongue of his lapped my
tender and needy clit.
He
flicked his tongue and grinned a sexy smile. "Don't close your eyes. I
want you to watch me, Nina. Watch me give you what you gave me."
Lowering
his head between my thighs, he kept his gaze focused on my eyes as he ran his
tongue up my dripping wet slit. Those brown eyes looked so sexy staring up at
me, nearly making me come at the first touch of his mouth on me. He sucked my
delicate skin into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure washing over me.
I
squirmed as he moved up to gently suck my clit into his mouth, and he moaned
against me, "No fidgeting. Don't make me hold you down."
His
command resonated deep inside my excited pussy, thrilling me, and he placed his
hands on my hips. "Just in case there's any more wriggling. I want to see
you fucking come apart because of my tongue."
I
looked at his large hands on my stomach, so powerful as they rested on my
tender skin, and I loved it. I squirmed again just to have him take total
control, and his reaction was swift. He pressed hard against my hips, pinning
me to the floor.
"I
told you. No more wriggling."
His
tongue plunged into me, making me desperate to buck against him, but I was
trapped. Fucking me with his tongue, he stabbed into me as his thumb drew tiny
circles on my clit. The sensations were exquisite and better than anything else
I'd experienced before. I wanted to lay there open for him to do what he wanted
forever.
My
orgasm began to uncoil inside me, and my eyelids lowered as my eyes rolled back
in my head. Just as they closed, I heard his deep voice order, "Look at
me, Nina. I want to see you looking at me when you come."
I
did as he commanded and watched as he sucked my clit into his mouth one last
time, sending me crashing over that sweet edge. My release roared through me,
and I cried out his name while he rode me until the last tiny quake finally
subsided. When he sat back from me to place a tiny kiss on my quivering inner
thigh, he whispered, "Feel good?"
"Mmmm...ecstatic."
He
nipped at my skin and stood up. I took his hand when he held it out, ready for
whatever was waiting for me, but I was surprised when he said, "I think
it's time for dinner now that we had dessert first."
My
expression must have signaled my disappointment because he quickly added,
"Don't worry. We'll get back to that after dinner. I need to make sure
you're fed so you have enough energy for later."
I
stood up and walked with him toward the table full of food. "Enough
energy? Whatever could you mean?" I said with a giggle.
He
turned around and leveled his gaze at me. "You know what I mean."
I
did and I loved how he thought. We loaded up our plates and walked back to the
bedroom to have our dinner in bed. As I crawled into the king size bed,
Tristan popped a strawberry from his plate into my mouth and followed it with a
kiss.
"I
guess I should have asked if you liked strawberries."
I
put the plate down on the bed and grabbed at my throat. Making my voice hoarse,
I croaked out, "Actually, I'm allergic to strawberries. I only have ten
minutes before..." I fell to the bed and closed my eyes, doing my best to
playact an allergic reaction.
"Jesus,
Nina! I didn't know. We'll get you to a hospital!" I peeked out from
behind my lashes to see him jump out of bed, knocking over his plate onto the
floor. He raced around grabbing his pants and shirt, hobbling on one foot as he
struggled to get dressed. "Baby, I'm sorry. Don't worry. Don't
worry."
I
opened my eyes as he rushed over to my side of the bed. Dropping to his knees,
he leaned over and said in a tortured voice that made me feel instantly guilty,
"Baby, don't leave me. Talk to me, Nina. Please say something."
His
face was the picture of fear, making me feel even worse. "I'm sorry. I was
just kidding, Tristan. I'm not allergic. I was just joking around. I didn't
think you'd take me seriously. I'm sorry."
He
sighed heavily and his shoulders sagged, as if just hearing me say that made
every ounce of stress leave his body. Taking me in his arms, he squeezed me
tightly to him. "Don't ever do that again. I thought I'd lose you."
"I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to ruin everything," I said quietly as he continued
to hold me.
When
he finally released me, I saw how much my joke had affected him. Those soulful
brown eyes were full of sadness and his mouth was turned down in a soft frown
even as he told me how happy he was that I was okay. My heart broke at what I'd
done—at what my callousness had done to him.
Caressing
his cheek, I kissed him softly on the lips. "I'm sorry, Tristan. I didn't
mean to be so thoughtless. I didn't think before I did it."
"I'm
just happy you're okay."
I
felt like shit that I'd ruined everything so wonderful that he'd tried to do.
He'd brought me to Venice and his stunning hotel, worshipped me like no man had
ever done, and I hadn't even been good enough to consider the idea that maybe
someone who'd lost his entire family wouldn't find it funny that he'd
mistakenly fed his girlfriend a food poisonous to her.
"Tell
me I haven't wrecked our entire trip. Please don't let this spoil our good
time."
"You
haven't spoiled anything, Nina. Let's have a drink and eat something."
He
stood and walked out to the suite's living room to pour himself a scotch while
I cursed my stupidity and cleaned up the mess he'd made when he jumped out of
bed. Sometimes I could be such a jackass, but rarely had I felt so awful about
being one.