Wicked Knight (7 page)

“Tristan, this is heaven.” Julie shivered and bucked when Tristan pressed his thumb against her clit.

“I know, love, I know.” He licked her lips before sticking his tongue inside, moving it from side to side.

“Hmmm...” Julie couldn't think. She could only feel. What was happening far exceeded her imagination and everything she thought she knew about lovemaking. Her breasts tingled and there was a delicious sensation in her most private parts better than the times she touched herself, which made her burn and groan. She felt at any moment she would burst into a ball of fire. Her mouth opened, giving Tristan access to probe and taste. Tristan's tongue swept inside repeatedly. Julie thought she would die from the pleasure. Kisses rained all over her face, neck and shoulders in earnest. She thought she was in heaven until Tristan forced another finger inside her, jolting Julie's senses back down to earth because of the pain. Then pleasure quickly replaced the discomfort as soon as he started pumping in slow rhythm. She moaned. Never in her twenty-five years had she experienced something like this.

She felt feverish from the newly discovered joy when Tristan stopped. His body turned rigid. “Tristan, what is it?” His fingers slid out of her pussy.

He continued kissing her lips with such gentleness. “Love, I felt your maidenhead. You're a virgin.”

Heat suffused her cheeks. No doubt, she looked like a ripe strawberry with her face red from embarrassment. “Tristan, I...well, is that bad?”

“No. Virgins in this day and age are scarce. What is bad is if you don't want to really give it up right now but are embarrassed to say so.”

“I'm ready, Tristan.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do I have to beg?”

“How you managed to stay a virgin this long, I have no idea, but I do know that I am honored to accept, to be the recipient, to be your first. I won't hurt you, Julie. Promise.”

“I know.”

Something in Tristan's eyes twinkled as he smiled. She loved staring at his blue eyes the way she loved watching the sunrise. They provided warmth, happiness, grateful feelings, and reminders that she was lucky to be alive.

“You will not regret this,” Tristan whispered, before dipping his mouth for a scorching kiss.

Without inhibitions, Julie opened her legs wider, giving herself to him like an offering, with all her heart, body, and soul. His mouth was hot on her neck, jaw, chin, and cheeks. When he finally melded their mouths together, she thought her heart doubled its size. If his mouth was busy, his hands were even busier.

He ran his fingers along her arms, sides, kneading her flesh gently. Julie cried out when he began sucking her hard nipples again. This, she thought, must be her weakness.

Wet swirling tongue covered her nipple, replacing his expert thumb. Tristan laved and licked her and he did it repeatedly, like a hungry lion. Every part of Tristan was busy moving. Hands roaming, mouth caressing, hips thrusting, pressing his hard cock against her aching clit. The erotic movement teased her clitoris. It was so titillating, she wanted to cry from the pleasure consuming her whole body. The feeling was so great and yet, he was just rubbing her. She couldn't imagine something better than this.

This, she thought, is better than Oreos. Yet, as virginal as she was, she knew this was just the beginning. “I want you inside.”

“Love, I want nothing else, but I want you to be ready. I want you slick, weeping, and so hot you won't feel the pain at all when I take you.”

“I am ready. If I get any hotter, I'll burst like a ball of fire.”

“Patience is a virtue, love.” Tristan ran his tongue between her breasts, then scooted down, leaving wet trails of kisses along her chest and stomach. “Hmm...so good.” And then his finger dipped inside her.

Julie gasped from the excitement brought by Tristan's finger slowly moving inside her, and for finding out how good finger fucking was. “Yes.” Julie writhed and clawed the sheets from anticipation. “Tristan, stop torturing me, please.”

“Look at me.”

Julie forced her eyes open. Tristan's chest was heaving. He looked magnificent, like a warrior on a battlefield. His nostrils flaring, he ran his hand down her thigh. “Come back to me. Kiss me again.”

He kissed her knees and the inside of her thighs. “Touch yourself, Julie.”

“What?”

“I want you to pleasure yourself while I watch. Use your one hand to cup your breast and the other on your pussy.”

“Tristan...”

“Do it, love. I want to see you, watch you come.” He moved his fingers in and out of her, changing his tempo from fast to slow.

Burning, Julie snaked her hand down until she reached her pubic hair.

“Lower,” Tristan whispered. “Spread your lips. Fuck, you're wet. Now, play with your clit.”

Julie moaned when she touched her clitoris. She'd masturbated many times in the past, but never while someone was watching. Inhibitions and shame gone, she began to put pressure on her distended nub using her middle finger.

The other hand covering her breast, she began pleasuring herself. She moved her hips, meeting Tristan's fingers. “Tristan.”

“Yes, baby, I'm here. You can do it. Come for me, baby. Yes, move your ass.”

Julie felt his fingers slip out of her, but he was back even before she took a deep breath. He used his other hand this time while he licked his juice-covered fingers. He reached for her breast and squeezed.

“This feels so good.” She moaned the words.

“I know. You're almost there, baby. I can feel you contracting.”

Julie was close to reaching orgasm. She quickened her movements and concentrated on the one spot that she knew would bring her to the highest peak. “Oh, oh, I'm coming. Don't stop. Please don't stop.” And then she felt it—the beginning of her orgasm.

She screamed Tristan's name as pleasure built higher and higher inside her.

Tristan shifted, lowered his head, and sucked her pussy. He spread her so wide, she thought she'd break. Of course, she didn't. Even if she did, she wouldn't have noticed. The pleasure of having Tristan's head between her legs consumed her and so she hardly cared about the rest. Only his wicked tongue and his equally wicked fingers.

Only him
.

And the rippling sensation of her orgasm.

Tristan slithered back up until he was parallel with her. “Hang onto me, baby.”

Julie obliged. She gripped Tristan's shoulders and sucked in her breath as she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance.

“Pain?”

“No. Pleasure. Now, Tristan, please...”

Tristan groaned into her neck, then he thrust. Julie felt like she was being torn apart, but Tristan soothed her pain with his kisses. “Jesus, you're so tight. I... Don't let go, love.”

Never
, Julie told herself.
Never
. She clung to him and rode the tide of passion, savoring their union. Each thrust, nips on her neck, Tristan's hand on her breast, took her to the highest peak, until she thought she'd die before she could reach the top.

“Tristan, oh my God. I'm going to die...”

“No, love. This is the beginning of your new life as a woman.”

Right when she felt she'd burst into a million pieces, Tristan quickened his pace, pumping harder. Then it happened. Like a leaf on a windy day, she shook from the gust of desire as she reached a shuddering orgasm.

Seconds later, Tristan grunted and jerked.

Julie may be new to this whole making love thing, but she wasn't ignorant about protection. They didn't use any and somehow that thought made her feel elated. So what if their union resulted to her getting pregnant? She loved him and wanted nothing more than to have a part of him to treasure forever.

Their position, their chests pressed together, gave Julie a chance to feel his heartbeat. It made her want to cry.
What a sentimental fool you are, Julie.
Maybe all women cried when they lost their virginity.
Yeah, that must be it
. And not because of her overflowing joy from having Tristan's hard body on top of her.

Up above, the bright stars winked and danced as the thin mist of clouds rolled by. Watching the midnight sky from under the protection of the glass hut felt as wonderful as the man nibbling her neck, caressing the parts of her his long arms could reach.

Tristan shifted, using his arms to support his weight and looked down at her. “You're crying. Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all.”

“Tears of regret then?”

Reaching for the lock of hair covering his left eye, she tucked it behind his ear, only to fall back again. “I will never regret this, Tristan.” How could she regret sharing something wonderful with the man she loved?

Tristan grinned before kissing her forehead. “I hope the tears are not for my poor performance.”

Julie shook her head as more warm tears ran down the side of her face. “You made me feel beautiful.”

“You
are
beautiful. Inside and out. I love—we all love—everything about you.”

“Thank you.”

Tristan rolled off her, but his arm remained around her midriff.

“Tristan.”

“Yeah?”

“What you made me do...that was beyond my imagination.”

“Do you regret it?” He combed her damp hair back and kissed her forehead.

“No. Not at all. It's just I, me doing
that,
was...was it normal? I mean, I've seen videos and read books about that kind of thing happening in bed, but porn is not normal, right?”

“Between two grown, mature people, what we did is normal.” He planted a loud kiss on Julie's shoulder and then got up. “Lay still.”

Julie watched him walk to the pedestal-style sink in all his nakedness. She couldn't help staring at his back, butt, and thighs.
Lord, he is magnificent
. When he turned around, she still stared. Her eyes focused on his half-aroused cock.

Tristan chuckled. “You like to stare, don't you?”

“If I like what I am seeing, yes.”

“Naughty girl.”

Tristan came back toward the bed holding a washcloth. It was too late when she realized his intentions.

“What are you doing—No!”

“Let me.”

Julie groaned as he began to wipe the traces of blood mixed with his semen off her thighs and vagina. He kissed her hipbones and the tiny brown birthmark on the upper side of her thigh, close to her groin. “Interesting mark.”

“Ugly, you mean.”

“Seahorses are not ugly. Yours is shaped like one.” Balling the soft bloodstained material, he tossed it inside the sink. “Julie, thanks for the gift.”

“You mean my virginity?”

“Yeah.”

“You're welcome.”

“Julie?”

“Hmmm...”

“I didn't use protection. Making love with you wasn't part of my plan. I knew it was too dangerous to be alone with you. You're so irresistible. And yet...”

She snuggled closer to Tristan to feed on his warmth. “It's alright.” She didn't care if she became pregnant. Her mother was younger than she was when she became pregnant with her. She could handle raising a child.

“Julie, you know you could get pregnant.”

“Tristan, I don't care. I love babies,” She sighed and kept her eyes closed.

* * * *

He'd had women in the past, but never a virgin. Julie responded to his touch without inhibitions, but with feelings that surpassed the strong urge to simply have sex. She made him feel more than wanting to reach for orgasm. He actually made love.

Gathering her in his arms, they stayed in that position. The scent of their lovemaking lingered, trapped in the small glass hut. Somewhere, an owl hooted. The night creatures were stirring, which meant it was time for them to go back to the house. He didn't want to though. He wanted to stay that way until the sun began to rise.

Lying there with Julie in his arms was the best thing that had happened to him since his divorce. Tristan wiped the thoughts about Carly away. He wouldn't let his precious moment with Julie get stained with his ex-wife's bitter memories.

“Something wrong?”

“Nothing, love. Julie, we should go back.”

“We will. As soon as I get my bones back. I feel like overcooked noodles. Limp.”

“I don't.”

“I can tell. You're poking my belly. Can we do it again?”

Nose to nose, he smiled at her. If he were to decide, he'd keep her here until she was round with his baby, but if he used his noggin instead of his throbbing dick, he wouldn't touch her again. It was bad enough that he made love with his sister's best friend, but getting her pregnant would be worse, with or without her approval. “I don't think it's a good idea, Julie.”

Julie nodded, but the smile on her face vanished. “You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry for asking.” She tried to get off the bed, but he pinned her with his thigh.

“Not so fast, Strawberry. Look at me.” He waited until Julie focused her eyes on him instead of his chin. “This is your first time. You're still sore.”

“If I weren't a virgin and not sore, would you make love with me again?”

Making love with her again would only deepen his growing attraction for her. As it was, his feelings for her were nearing the fine line between physical attraction and love. If they continued with this, he would only place his heart in jeopardy again. “No. You wouldn't want it anyway.”

“What makes you think that?”

“You're a decent woman. Having sex with a man you knew only through your friend would bite you back in the ass—as soon as the sun rises and the magic of this place is gone. What do you say we go back to the house and share a slice of brownie?”

“You're right. Tristan, you've heard the saying
what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
, right?”

“You want us to stay a secret?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“In case I marry someone you know.”

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Chapter Four

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What the hell was she saying? Was she interested in one of his brothers, like Carly had been? All night afterward, he watched her interact with his family. His brothers flirted with her, but Julie just laughed at them. She didn't feed the fire by flirting back.