I opened my eyes and watched him devouring the sight of me. He had a hand on his cock and was stroking it softly. It awoke another level of lust in me and I wondered if he was going to make himself come with me.
"Let yourself go. Come for me. Excite me."
I wasn't far from orgasm. Seeing him naked and ready in front of me, so fine, so fucking sexy pushed me over. I put more pressure than ever on my clit and began to moan as the contractions started deep within me and became a concentration of pleasure at my clit. The spasms were hard and sharp, as they always are when I masturbate. I kept his gaze for as long as I could, but squeezed my eyes shut when the sensation overtook me. I lapsed into the brief ecstasy of being completely alone with my climax.
I opened my eyes and he was at the side of the bed. "That was gorgeous. Absolutely perfect."
I glowed with his praise. I wanted to give him anything he wanted. Anything.
"Now, suck me off." He took my wrists in his hands and pulled me up to sit on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of me, his erection was inches from my face. He took it in his hand and bounced it against my cheek, sort of slapping me with it in a way that I found beyond erotic. I licked my lips, anticipating having him in my mouth.
He took my wrists again and placed my hands behind my head, holding them against my neck with one of his much larger ones. He put his other hand on my throat and guided my head toward his cock. I tasted the salty drop of cream that had appeared at the tip before he pressed himself into my mouth.
I was his vessel in every sense of the word. My hands were pinned and he was in control of every movement. He moved my head forward and matched that with small thrusts through my lips. He kept his eyes fixed on the sight of his swollen cock disappearing into my face.
There had never been a moment in my sexual experience that felt quite this way. He was using my body and yet I felt anything but used. His lust, his desire and his excitement transferred into me through some sort of intimate conduit and fueled a frenzy of passion deep inside me. I began to moan against him and he worked himself in and out.
He answered my sounds with groans and called my name repeatedly in the raspy voice of heat. There's something about hearing your own name like that, called out in a moment so primal, which fuels the fire. I sucked at him harder and urged him with my mouth to release into me.
I didn't have to wait long. I knew his climax was upon him when he stopped and held my head still, his cock as deep as I could take him. He released my hands and I immediately grasped the cheeks of his ass as he started to heave great sighs toward the ceiling. His hips jerked and his come hit the back of my throat in hot jets that I swallowed with great satisfaction, knowing I had pleased him.
He looked down at me and smiled. "There's no more beautiful sight than your mouth wrapped around my cock. God, you almost make me dizzy . . ." He took my face in both of his hands and kissed me, first softly, then deeply.
"Can you taste yourself in my mouth?" I asked him.
"Just a little . . ." He sat down beside me on the bed. "Funny, I don't think I've ever done that."
"Kiss a mouth you've just come in?"
He looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah, that."
"Tristan, you don't have to be shy about it. I've got no illusions about your experience." I put 'air quotes' around experience.
"Well, that was a new one, at any rate."
Somehow when he told me that we had done something he'd never done before I got a little thrill. I knew I could never be the first and nor could he be. But knowing I could be the first at something was gratifying nevertheless. It was a lot like finding out from Kwan that Elsa wasn't with him at Cap d'Agde.
***
We rummaged around in the kitchen for something snack on. It was lunchtime but neither one of us felt like going anywhere. For one thing, we didn't want to put any clothes on. I loved the idea of padding around Tristan's amazing apartment buck naked. He had introduced me to the joy of nudity. No matter what happened to 'us', I'd probably spend the rest of my life seeking new ways to shed my clothes.
I kept looking anxiously at the collection of cell phones that we carried from room to room. Tristan peered from behind the door of the refrigerator and caught me.
"We have done everything we can. I know you heard everyone agree that if the kidnappers said they'd call in 24 hours, that's when they'll call. My bank is gathering the money and I'll have it before they close today."
"It just seems so wrong to be . . . well, enjoying myself so much when Mom is being held hostage."
"I understand. But, you know something? I can't think of anything we could have done that would have made more sense." He walked toward me across the kitchen and held me against him. "Is there anything more comforting?"
I pressed my cheek against his warm, bare chest and listened to his heart beat as he stroked my hair. "I'm scared, Tristan. Very scared."
"Of course you are. But your mother is going to be fine. Archie was absolutely right about this being an amateur job. Now that I'm sure it's not the union behind the abduction the more confident I am that we're going to come out on top."
"It isn't just about Mom. I believe you. I think she's going to be okay."
"What else is it about then?"
"I'm afraid to tell you."
"Look, I know I can be intimidating, but if something is frightening you, I want to know about it."
"Tristan, I'm not sure I can do this."
"Do what?"
"Us. I'm not sure I can deal with a lot of things about us."
"Is this really the right time, Raina?" He tilted my chin up to his face and crushed his mouth against mine. I wondered if it was possible to quell the reaction my body instantly had to his touch."I need to feel you near me today. I want your closeness. I want to fold you in my arms and never let you go."
It did make sense. I had a very bad habit, according to people who knew me best, of picking the worst possible moment to bring something important up.
"Will there ever be a 'right' time, Tristan?"
"Yes, there will be. I promise you that."
A promise. Well, I liked the sound of that. "Then," I decided to be bold and go for it. If he wanted to get all pissed off and ridiculous, now was as good a time as any to find out. "I expect you to keep that promise."
"You can count on it. But now…"
I could feel his cock beginning to stir against me. He wanted me again. And I wanted him. I wanted to obliterate the clouds of anxiety and the agony of uncertainty. I wanted to lose myself in the pure delight of fucking him because when he was inside me I felt whole. All my doubts shrank back in the force of our desire for each other. When he was inside me I felt invincible.