“Does that feel good, Ryn?”
Frantically nodding my head, I panted out, “Yes! More, Tristan! More!”
Pushing in further, he kept running the flogger over my body. “Damn, Ryn. We are going to have so much fun training you to use the flogger.”
My eyes caught Tristan’s and something happened. He stopped moving as he stared at me. Pulling the flogger away from my body he dropped it on the floor beside the bed. I was in a trance with the way his eyes were holding mine. He turned and took both ankles from the restraints and then my arms.
Tristan pushed all the way inside of me as I lifted my body to accommodate his fullness. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the side of my face as he slowly moved in and out of me.
“Ryn, this also feels amazing. More than amazing, baby. This feels so right.”
“It does. It’s magical, Tristan.”
Tristan hadn’t made love to me like this before except for one other time. The time he told me he was falling in love with me and then pushed me away. As he continued to make beautiful love to me, I fought to keep the tears at bay. Fear was slowly beginning to build. What if he got spooked again? I couldn’t bear the thought of him pushing me away again.
Tristan began hitting the spot that had my orgasm building. Wrapping my legs around him, I moved along with him as I whispered his name against his lips.
I could feel Tristan’s body shudder as he kissed me hard. Moaning into my mouth, Tristan poured himself into my body.
I held on to him as he stayed buried inside of me. Not sure if I should move or not, I kept my legs around him as my hands held onto his upper arms.
Tristan pulled back some as I dropped my legs. His eyes were filled with something I’d never seen before.
Placing his hand on the side of my face, I leaned into it. “I love you, Ryn.”
A small sob escaped between my lips as I lost the battle to keep my tears at bay. They slowly spilled out and onto my cheeks. Sucking in a breath, I managed to speak. “I love you too, Tristan.”
Instead of him pulling out and moving away from me, he kissed away my tears before turning to my lips and softly kissing me. It was a tender kiss, one filled with love. It was if I could feel it pouring from his body into mine.
Tristan may have a naughty side to him, one that I was eager to learn more about, but this side of Tristan was the one I knew he had saved only for me.
Moving his lips to my neck, he kept placing soft kisses until he reached below my ear.
“I’m going to love you forever, Ryn.”
“Tristan, I love you.”
Smiling against my lips he said, “We missed dinner.”
FEELING RYN IN MY ARMS as we fell asleep was the best feeling in the world. No, the best feeling in the world was hearing her tell me she loved me.
Closing my eyes, I thought about my father. Tomorrow I was going to have to ask him more questions about this bottle of his. It seemed to be working for my parents, and Lark.
Ryn let out a sweet little sound and I smiled. I had missed sleeping next to her. Missed her quirky ways. Like how she did a funny little dance every morning in the mirror to get herself ready for the day. Or how she had to wear her socks inside out because she couldn’t stand the edging on the inside.
As I let my body slowly relax, I began to plan out how and when I would introduce Ryn to my playroom back in Austin. Hoping that she would be just as eager to play in there as she was to play this evening.
Sleep finally took over and I dreamed of walking along the beach with Ryn as we tossed a bottle into the ocean.
Walking into the kitchen, I ran my hand through my wet hair. Four sets of eyes looked at me and stared.
Stopping, I looked at my parents, Lark and then over to Azurdee, who wore a smile as big as the Grand Canyon.
“What? Why the hell are y’all looking at me with goofy-ass smiles on your face?” Pointing to Azurdee I said, “You’re the worst of them all.”
She began jumping up and down clapping her hands. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”
Shaking my head, I held up my hand to Azurdee. She reminded me so much of Sierra. They were both peppy. Sometimes peppy was not good when it was so early in the morning.
“Put it in a box and store that shit away, Azurdee. Too much. Too early.”
Azurdee and my mother laughed. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I turned around and leaned against the counter. Lark was staring at me. Raising my coffee mug to him I said, “Morning, bro.”
Winking he said, “Late night, bro?”
My lips stopped at the rim of my coffee cup.
“Maybe.”
