God, he’s back. He’s home.
A little bubble of excitement rose within my chest and it made me jump out of the car and rush into the house. I went into the living room but he isn’t there. He’s not in the kitchen, out on the terrace, or any of the rooms downstairs. I can’t hear him upstairs either so I checked the gym and heard him working out.
My excitement still propels me but I stop in my tracks when I see him. He was shirtless and had on black tracksuit pants with a Nike tick that takes up most of the left side of his leg. My eyes trail back up to the sharp detail of muscle being worked out. The Greek god muscle, with all the sharp definition, chiseled to perfection.
From the position he’s standing I can see the muscle on his back and the left side of his torso. He was doing bicep curls with some seriously heavy weights. Weights I knew weighed more than me, yet he was lifting them with ease on one hand. With each lift the muscles on his back tense and the bulge of his powerful biceps pulsed as if it had a life of its own. Sweat dripped down his back, running down the black Chinese dragon that was tattooed down the middle. His hair was wet with it. In fact, it was dripping.
I could have just melted away from the sight of him. I felt hot like I’m the one who’s working out. Hot like I’ve been in the sauna. My temperature rose the more I looked, the heat spreads through me and made my mouth go dry.
I don’t want to embarrass myself by just staring. I also didn’t want to disturb him, but found that I couldn’t leave either.
He placed the weight down on the ground and walked over to the counter to grab his towel.
I looked at him dry his hair and wipe the sweat from his back and chest then he tossed the towel over to the bench in the far corner by the rowing machine.
When he rested his hands on the counter I wondered what he’d do next.
“Come here,” he says. His voice breaking through the silence in the room, and the sexual tension that filled me.
It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. My eyes widened and I swallowed again but now there was a lump in my throat that I couldn’t get past.
My hesitation made him turn to face me. It was then that I willed myself to move. My legs felt heavy as I took each step and by the time I reached him I was surprised I could still stand up.
“Hi, your back. I…didn’t want to disturb you.” My words came out sounding weak. When all he did was stare at me I felt the heat from the last time I was with him, and from the kiss we shared. “I’ll come back later.”
I turned to go but he caught my arm and pulled me back, bringing me slightly closer.
“Stay,” he said giving me that penetrative stare. “You were watching me.”
“Oh no, I was just…” I was going to make something up but then I remembered this wasn’t any old guy I was dealing with. This was a man who, as Rachel pointed out so clearly, knew me inside and out. The small smile on his face suggested he knew my tactics, and what I would do when placed in a situation of confrontation.
“Watching me.” He filled in. He released a breath and relaxed his shoulders drawing my attention to the number seven tattoo on his chest. “And still watching me.”
My eyes flew up to meet his and my cheeks warmed at his blunt observation.
“I…” For someone who loved talking so much I was certainly at a loss for words. I willed myself to think. “How was the draft?”
“Shit.” He said giving me an assessing look.
“Why? Did you get bad players?”
“I don’t care about that now. I don’t want to talk about the players or fucking football, I’ve had to put this charade up for days and act like I’m fine but I’m not.”
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked as if I didn’t know.
“The note changed us Zoe.” He said without any hesitation
“What?”
“The note, my note in the friendship box.” He points to himself. “It changed us.”
“I feel just fine. Just fine. We’re the same.” It was my nerves. I hated confrontation of any kind and this was too much. The tension made me forget the decision my body made to stop placing restrictions on my emotions.
“I kissed you.” He stated in his straight to the point manner he was known for, and narrowed his eyes at me.
“I…kissed you too.” I agreed and pulled in a breath to clear my head. This was it. It was pointless trying to dance around the confrontation. Besides how else was I going to know what would happen next?
“The note was for you.” He stated bluntly, shocking me down to the core of my soul.
“Wwh…you said it wasn’t.”
“I don’t remember writing it, so I guess I must have been drunk. But I know drunk or not, I wouldn’t have been thinking about anyone else when I touched the box.”
My skin started to tingle. “What are you saying?”
Truth was being unveiled and I wanted to hear it. I wanted him to spell it all out so my brain could register his words.
“The note was for you Zoe.” He said with more conviction.
“What does that mean? I didn’t think you could feel like that about me.”
“I do.” He confessed. “I thought I knew everything about you, but then I realize that I don’t. There’s a part of you that I don’t know and it makes me crazy that I don’t, and others do.” He pulled in a breath and focused his gaze on me again. “I see this,” he brushed his hands across the waistband of my skirt. “I see this and I want to know what you look like underneath…”
I was looking at my skirt but realized quickly that he wasn’t just talking about my skirt. He was referring to my clothes in general. All of my clothes.
“I don’t know what turns you on, what pleases you, what doesn’t.” Something sensual flickered in the depths of his blue gaze. “I don’t know what you feel like. Zoe I don’t know any of those things but I want to. The truth is that note opened my eyes in a way that I never thought. It reminded me what I must have thought when I wrote it. That I want you.”
I felt the heat of his words and the overwhelming desire within them fill me. It swelled within my heart and my soul, unlocking them both.
How could it be that this was only now happening? Had we suppressed this need for each other for all that time?
I felt the same.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t.
I ended up with Brian, a man who didn’t care for me in any sort of way. A man who never wanted me in the way that Tristan just confessed. I never felt this way about Brian, or anyone else I’d been with. I never wanted anyone to the point where my whole body ached and I felt like I couldn’t function if I didn’t feed the desire.
I wanted Tristan too, but seeing my hesitation he stepped back, away from me and walked.
“Tristan.” I called out his name with the desperation that gripped me.
He’d reached the base of the stairs and was just about to take the first step but stopped and looked back to me, eyes wide with expectation.
“I want you too.” I told him in one breath. It was the most coherent I’d been.
I walked back to him, and stood breaths away. He never took his eyes off me as he stared back with longing.
He reached out and touched my face and brought his other hand up to my chin.
“You want me too?” His eyes raked boldly over mine and turned a darker shade of blue, highlighting that he was turned on. I’d seen him look at other women like that, but never imagined I could get the same look from him.
“I want you. What should we do?” A flood of emotion gripped me and somehow I felt momentarily displaced.
“We do what comes natural baby.” A slow easy smile lifted the corners of his sensual mouth.
That ripple of excitement filled me as he lowered to my mouth and paused before my lips. My heart danced with the anticipation of a kiss, his kiss. His kiss that I knew was scorching hot, sizzling like fire that could consume my soul. The speculation made my pulse quicken and my hea
rt thumped erratically. The closeness was like a drug, lulling me to him and the intoxicating musk of his body overwhelmed me.
Closer, he came closer and brushed his lips over mine. It was a taste but it was enough to make my knees turn to water and I had to grip on to him to hold myself up.
He looked at me again and then he pressed his lips to my mouth just like he did on Sunday. The touch sent a shockwave through me, making my senses leap to life.
God, it’s better than the first time.
The kiss was slow at first and then turned hungry and demanding.
Delicious, he tasted delicious to me and I wanted more. I kissed him back with the same reckless abandon he gave me. Hard and searching, exploring him and absorbing what I’d been missing all this time. It was truly divine ecstasy and I drank in the desire that came with it.
He moved towards the wall, holding me against him and pressed me against it where he continued to devour my mouth, my lips burning with fire and the blood pounding through my body.
When he pulled back suddenly I instantly thought I’d die from the loss of contact.
“No, don’t stop.” My voice was filled with the need I felt. He couldn’t stop now.
“I have to.” He replied running his finger over my lips lightly, but painfully teasing. “I can’t control myself. If you let me I won’t stop, and everything will definitely change for us. It will never be the same ever again.” He looked worried and I knew that was on my account.
I was scared of things changing too and never being the same, but I was more scared of him stopping and things ending here. Staying the same.
“It already changed. From the minute we didn’t do what the note said. We always do what the notes tell us.” I keep my focus on him.
His eyes glowed with wonder, curiosity filling them deep with longing.
We should have sex.
I could see the note in my mind as vividly as if it was right before me in my hands like it had been last Saturday.
“What do you want me to do baby?” His eyes smoldered with fire.
“Take me,” I replied, almost begging.
I watched his stare intensify as I reached up to the buttons on my blouse and undid the first two.
He stopped me covering my hands with his and a wicked smile lit up his face.
“No baby, that’s my job. Let me unwrap you.” He held me in place with his eyes. Eyes that were clouded with the sexual haze of fire.
Chapter 9
Tristan
I was hoping like hell this wouldn’t be a dream. I was scared to even blink and have her disappear before my eyes like she had in my full blown erotic fantasy last night.
This was how she’d looked at me in the dream too with her eyes dark with desire, and that wide-eyed innocence that made her special to me.
Just looking at her unbutton her blouse made my cock grow, straining against my boxers, aching to be used.
But this was Zoe. I wanted her like I’d never wanted anything and I knew this wouldn’t just be sex.
It couldn’t be because I felt for her. I needed and wanted her, and she would get all of me.
We were about to go down a path we’d never journeyed and I couldn’t wait to have her. To really make her mine, my girl.
She looked nervous. And hell, I was nervous too, but my need for her propelled me.
I took hold of the soft blue cotton of her blouse and undid the tiny brown buttons that held it together. Soon the blouse lay open revealing the blue lace of her bra that shielded those massive, beautiful breasts that drove me crazy. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and brought my gaze back up to meet hers.
I needed reassurance that this was what she wanted because I could feel her nerves.
“Take me.” She repeated giving me the confirmation again and that was when I allowed true desire to take over.
I didn’t think of her as my Zoe. I thought of her as a very beautiful woman who I had the chance to devour. She would be all mine. Every part of her, every inch of that fine body I’d fanaticized about since we read that note.
I was grateful now for the door that damn note had opened. The curse of it had turned into a blessing.
I took hold of the little butterfly clasp at the front of her bra and undid it with one snap, and with one snap her breasts spilled out looking ripe and juicy, ready for me to suck. I moved the bra to either side of her and looked at her. I really looked at her giving my eyes the pleasure from what I’d been deprived off all these weeks. She looked completely hot with her hair wild, blouse open, massive tits out, strawberry pink nipples puckered, and those full lips slightly parted.
I couldn’t believe I’m looking at her like this, right here in front of me.
Her cheeks fill with color as she blushes, and her eyes look at me with that trust that has always drawn me to her. Drawn me to take care of her. It was drawing me to her now, but it compelled me to make her mine.
“God. You’re beautiful.” I breathed. “So beautiful Zoe.”
“Thank you,” she breathed with a nervousness that was evident.
I wished I knew what she was thinking, but I was more consumed with the perfection of her.
Finally, the vision I had of her naked was coming together like pieces of a puzzle. I just had one more piece to look at to complete the picture. I looked down to her skirt eager to see what lay beneath but willing myself to take my time and enjoy her.
I reached out and backed off the bra and blouse down her shoulders, allowing it to drift to the ground. Then I went in for her breasts running my fingers over the firm points of her nipples.
Fuck, I’d wanted to do this for days now, ever since I realized how massive they were. My knees almost buckled when my hands came in contact with the tight, firmness. It was laughable that I could be so affected since she called me a man whore. The truth of it was I’d never been with a woman I had feelings for. I’d never had sex with any emotion behind it, or enjoyed the simple pleasure of it that could be heightened by desire.
Desire was what filled me now and it made me want to savor her. She leaned back on the wall and allowed me to touch her. I lowered to her right breast feeling hungry now to taste her. The little moan that escaped her lips nearly made me climax right there as I drew the tight nipple into my mouth and sucked her.
Zoe
Oh my God that felt good.
So unreal I could hardly breathe.
I clutched at the wall as he sucked on my breasts. It was all I could do to not fall apart. His mouth was filled with me, and the sight of him just turned me on making me wet. He moved from one breast to the other and I couldn’t control the moans that resonate from deep within my chest.
His hand runs down my side, straight down to the waistband of my skirt and then he kissed his way down my stomach, and down to the edge of my hip.
He undid the clasp holding my skirt together the same way he undid my bra. With one quick snap and we both watched it float to the ground leaving me in just my panties.
I already can’t steady my breathing from his wild suckle but as he runs his hands down to the inside of my thighs I felt breathless.
He ran his fingers over the fabric of my panties and pause at my center where I’m soaked.
It pleased him and he stroked me there backwards and forwards and in a circling motion, making me fall apart.
“Tristan I can’t.”
“Yes baby, you can.” The wicked smile came back and he slipped his finger right inside me, where I craved him, going in and out, and stroking the sensitive bud of my clit.
I was shocked when he lowered, going down on his knees and replaced his finger with his tongue.
I cried out as an orgasm shook me and I came right there as he pushed his tongue into me.
“That’s it baby come for me.” He teased and I did, and he drank it all up. “You taste so good.” He groaned.
He stood up and the look on his face is now one of desperation, but I can’t
talk. I can barely breathe.
“I need you now Zoe.” He says and I can see the bulge poking through his pants.
I share the same curiosity to see him as he had for me. I want to see what he looks like. I could only imagine and what comes to my mind when I look at his cock fighting to come through is that he’s massive. Then I worry about how he’d fit inside me. I’m only little in comparison to him. I’m five four, he’s six foot six.
I clutched the wall again.
My eyes took in the sharp lines of detailed muscle on his chest and down to his lower abdomen where it tapers into the perfect V. Then as he stepped out of his pants and boxers my eyes took in the full blown image of his massive cock, which is bigger than I imagined. Now I’m actually more impressed than concerned about fitting, but my worry must be evident on my face because a broad smile of satisfaction lifted the corners of his sensual lips.
“Don’t worry baby it’ll fit. I’ll go easy on you.”
“Okay,” was the most I could manage.
Our lips crashed together again as he lifted me up and placed me on the table near the weights. It was more of a desk he used when he wanted somewhere to sit and write in his exercise manuals and record books.
Today I was on it and it was the perfect height for us.
He rolled my panties down my legs. We’re both completely naked now.
From a drawer in the desk he took out a packet of condoms but I placed my hand on him to stop him.
I wanted to feel him, just him. This isn’t like being with someone else. I was on birth control, but always insisted that a condom be used too. Even with Brian, it was just a given.
But this is Tristan.
“What woman? I’m dying here,” he grimaced playfully.
“Do you use those all the time?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Me too. I’m on birth control. We don’t have to use those if you don’t want to.” When I said that his face lit up as if I’d given him a rare gift.
“God, you really are perfect,” he groaned
I part instinctively for him when he reaches for me and I suck in a deep breath as he took hold of his cock and presses it right there in my core, stroking my folds before he works his way in.
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