Oceans Apart 3

by Amanda Heartley

  I hurried through using the toilet, washed my hands and by the time I came out of the bathroom, the guys were focused on the soccer match. I sat back down beside Tristan and almost by instinct, his arm curled around my shoulders and pulled me closer into the curve of his side. Mike snorted at the motion, but when I glanced over to where he was on the other end of the couch, he had a small smile on his face. It made me feel good to know that even if Tristan’s parents didn’t like me, I’d at least gained Mike’s favor. I settled more firmly against Tristan and let my left hand rest softly on his upper thigh.

  “Hey you two! Don’t be getting too handsy over there.”

  I laughed before looking across the couch at Mike. “Jealous, mate?” My teasing and attempt at using British slang made him laugh. Warmth spread through me as I felt Tristan’s body shaking with laughter as well.

  Mike shook his head before slapping Tristan on the back. “Too bloody right I am. I haven’t had a decent lay in weeks now.”

  The rest of the afternoon passed quietly with the occasional question from Mike about my life back in Los Angeles and he seemed to have an unhealthy interest in Kari too. I liked the way Mike asked about the things Tristan and I did together when he was in America and it was even better when Tristan chimed in with things he still wanted to do the next time he visited the city. I was ecstatic that he was planning to come back again soon. I knew the expression on my face had to be one of excitement, but I didn’t care and neither of them seemed to notice.

  My first full day in London had been a huge success. If only every day could be this wonderful.

  Chapter 8 — Tristan

  The drive back to my apartment was relaxing. Neither Ginny nor I spoke a lot, it was more of a comfortable silence. It was nice to be able to spend some time with someone without feeling the need to make small talk or try to fill the silence with empty words.

  The feeling morphed into something steamier and romantic once we’d walked into the penthouse. One moment I was locking the door and the next, I had the soft skin of Ginny’s cheeks against the palms of my hands. My mouth was frantic in its desire. I could feel Ginny’s breathing speed up as my tongue pushed against her bottom lip searching for entry. With a groan, her mouth opened and I flicked my tongue inside, tasting her sweet breath as it writhed and danced with hers.

  “Tristan,” Ginny whispered when we separated briefly to breathe. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a smile on her face. I smiled back, and my thumb gently caressed her cheek as I enjoyed the sight of her skin flush with arousal. My body was buzzing with desire as we stood in the hallway gazing at one another.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  My words seemed to release something in Ginny. Her eyes closed tightly before her hands pulled me further into her warmth. Our lips met again and this time there was no stopping. I curled one arm around her shoulders while the other continued to cup her cheek, angling her head. I was so hungry for her, my need growing with every moment she spent in my arms.

  I didn’t want to break our physical connection, so I shuffled backwards, my hands never letting go of my precious woman. Thankfully, I had a clear path to the door of my bedroom and soon I had Ginny exactly where I wanted her, pinned beneath me in my bed. Our legs were tangled together and though it wasn’t the most comfortable position, I felt no desire to move away. I settled my weight more firmly on top of Ginny, relishing the feeling of her breasts rising and falling against me as she breathed.

  My finger tips ran over the sensitive skin of her neck. Ginny arched into the sensation pushing her head deeper into the pillow. I moved away from her kiss-bruised lips to follow the path my fingertips had taken. My lips softly traced the rapid rhythm of her pulse. I stopped there, opening my lips in order to pull her pale skin gently between my teeth. The sound she made took my breath away and I forced myself to let go before I bruised her skin too deeply. I wanted to leave my mark on her and have everyone else see it too, but I knew it would be best if I didn’t before we met with my parents.

  “Oh my God, Tristan,” Ginny whimpered. Her hand gripped my back pulling my shirt up slightly. I shifted backwards until I was on my knees, reached down and pulled the shirt up and over my head. The feeling of her hands on the skin of my torso made me want her even more and when her fingertips skirted briefly between the band of my jeans and the skin above my groin, I couldn’t help but thrust my hips toward her. As I looked into her dark, lustful eyes, I lost control of my senses.

  I slid over until I was crouched beside her on the bed. “Sit up baby!” I growled, pulling on her arm until she was in a seated position beside me. I tried to calm my frantic need to strip her and simply take her. I wanted her first night here in my bed to be something to remember forever. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart, and reached for Ginny again. When she immediately came towards me, I couldn’t help but smirk.

  “Eager, baby?”

  She flushed deep crimson before burying her face in my naked chest. Her lips grazed over my skin as she spoke.

  “Very.” She looked up at me. “Aren’t you?” she teased with a smile.

  I gripped her shoulders tightly. This woman was seriously testing the limits of my self-control. “You have no idea,” I growled, as I moved my hand under the edge of her shirt and pulled it off her gorgeous body in one smooth movement. When her shirt hit the floor, I turned my gaze and my attention back to her beautiful breasts.

  My head was swimming, my heart beating triple time as I sucked much needed air into my lungs. I could see Ginny doing the same, her eyes fluttering closed and I seized the moment to skirt my fingers up her sides, smiling as she flinched. When I felt the edge of her bra, I bent down and put my nose where the fabric and her skin met. Her tantalizing, sweet smell made my mouth water and my cock grew harder. I slipped my hands around her back and slowly unclipped the clasp as I got lost in her eyes. Her breathing quickened as she moved her arms so I could slide her bra straps down her shoulders and off her arms.

  I was greeted by the sight of her gorgeous pink nipples, hard with arousal and I had to taste them. The sound she made when I took one into my mouth was delicious. I flattened my palms on her back and drew her chest closer until I was surrounded by her taste and scent. The soft noise she made turned into a pleasured groan as her hands buried themselves in my hair. She held me rigid while I sucked hard on her nipple, her heavenly taste in the back of my throat.

  “Tristan,” she gasped as her body shuddered.

  I brought my right hand around to cup her other breast, my thumb rubbing circles over her nipple. I scraped my teeth gently on the one in my mouth just to hear her call out my name so passionately. I felt like I’d been waiting all my life to do this. Hearing her groans and knowing it was me giving her such pleasure sent fire zinging through my blood.

  I stopped sucking her left nipple and kissed my way from the valley between her ample breasts until I could take its twin into my hungry mouth. I guided Ginny back down until she lay flat on the bed. I leaned over her, holding myself up with my left hand while my knees straddled her waist. Her hands pulled my hair as I climbed up her body, my lips trailed over her skin until they met hers. I tasted the iron tang of blood from where she’d bitten her lip to keep from crying out and it made me kiss her harder. I loved the thought of her being unable to keep quiet while I pleasured her.

  My free hand snaked down and fumbled with the button of Ginny’s jeans. The frustration at my clumsy fingers taking too long to undo it was softened by the sounds of pleasure I was sucking out of her. The sounds of our wet mouths sliding over each other seemed shockingly loud in the otherwise silent room, and I drew back to take a breath.

  “Oh honey, why the bloody hell are you wearing jeans?” I teased, having to use both hands to unbutton them. She was nearly sobbing with gratitude by the time I’d unzipped them and slid them down her legs, her knickers in tow.

  “Don’t know,” she whispered but I didn’t really care. They were off and th
e sight of her laying there, bare and wet for me was all I needed. My fingers had a mind of their own, sliding slowly up and kneading her thighs until they traced across her outer folds. She tried to cover herself up with her hands and wriggled a little nervously. I wanted to slide my fingers inside her, but her hand came up and stopped me from probing further, holding my hand tight.

  I looked up at her, “Are you okay, honey? Am I going too fast?”

  She looked down into my eyes, “No, it’s not that, it’s just… I don’t want you looking at my fat tummy. I’m really self-conscious about it, especially with you being so freakin’ sexy. You look amazing and I wonder why you—”

  “Baby girl, I love your curves.” I tugged my fingers out of her hand and ran my fingertips across the curve of her belly. “I love your tummy.” I traced my fingers down her stomach to the top of her thigh, gently kneading her flesh. “—and I love your thighs.” My fingers moved up to her face, touching her soft lips, placing my finger across her mouth as if she was Shhh-ing someone. “I love everything about you. You’re exactly the kind of woman I love to touch. You’re real and delicious and curvy and— and— beautiful and you smell like an angel.”

  She looked reassured as a big smile crept across her face and she waggled a finger at me, “You’re not just saying that to get in my pants are you, Tristan Lee Armstrong?”

  A huge grin spread across my face. “In case you haven’t noticed, Virginia Peterson, I’ve already sucked your nipples, your knickers are strewn across the floor and I’m about to fuck you. Right here and right now. So, lie back and enjoy.” Our playful conversation seemed to settle her fears and allow her to relax again. I wasn’t just saying those things, either. I loved every inch of her fullness. She was perfectly my kind of girl.

  I lay on top of her for what seemed a long time, her kisses so passionate, I never wanted her to stop. My hand stroked her leg lightly, reaching for the heat between her gorgeous thick thighs. Her wetness made sliding my fingers into her warmth easy. I scissored them slightly, enjoying the feeling of her smooth inner walls clutching them tightly. Slowly, I slid my fingers back out and replaced them with two from my other hand.

  “Open your eyes,” I commanded, my gaze locked onto hers. As she opened them, hazy with pleasure, I made sure she could see my fingers, shiny with her slick juice, before I slid them into my mouth and sucked. I groaned harshly at the taste of her on my tongue. She mewled and gyrated her hips as she gripped my wrist and held my two other fingers deep inside her.

  “Please, Tristan. Don’t stop!” She clutched at me, her body arching up wantonly against my hand as she chased her pleasure. I shifted without removing my fingers until her legs bracketed my hips. No fantasy would ever measure up to the sight of Ginny’s head thrown back in unadulterated pleasure, as her body shook and arched in climax.

  “God—,” I ground out as I leaned down to kiss her breasts, leaving tiny bites at her nipples. I slowly removed my fingers from her body’s grip to unfasten my jeans. She seemed to come out of her post-orgasmic high to frantically help me rid myself of the last layer of clothing separating us. The first brush of her hand against my cock was a shock to my system. The grunt I let out seemed to give her confidence and she circled her hands around me, her thumb pressing against the head of my hard cock.

  “You like that?” Her voice trembled slightly, though I wasn’t sure if it was from a sudden bout of shyness or more pleasure from her orgasm. The combined feeling of her stroking my hard dick and the sight of her, legs spread and waiting for me, was my undoing.

  I lay down on top of her, our naked chests pressed tight together. She felt like an extension of me. I slid my hand down her side and gripped under her thigh, holding her tight against me. My cock slid down along her soft folds until the head nudged against her warm, wet entrance, then slid it up again towards her clit, pushing her lips apart. God, how I wanted to push it deeper inside her beautiful body and hear her call my name. I couldn’t hold back much longer. “Baby, I’m going to fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep and—” The incredible sensation of my cock resting between her wet lips, made me groan softly. I was panting as I buried my face in the sensitive skin of her neck, nuzzling and nipping her sweet flesh. I pulled my hips back until the head of my dick was resting against her entrance.

  She flexed her neck as I entered her. “Tristan—” she whimpered, her eyes looked right into mine. I slid my cock in a few more inches. Her back arched as her hands moved down and grabbed my arse, pulling me deeper inside her.

  “I want you so bad, baby. I want to suck your beautiful titties.” I bent down and sucked on her right nipple, rolling it inside my mouth, my tongue licking and flicking as I felt her body tremble with excitement.

  “Yesss.”

  “I want to taste you, eat you, fuck you, until you cum…” I hissed, sliding my cock against her lips. “And when you think you can’t take anymore, I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you hard until you scream my name.”

  “Oh God yes! Yes!” Ginny’s cry echoed around the room as I pushed as deep inside her as I could. Her hips met with mine with a powerful force and the moans falling from her lips sent me over the edge. Pure animal lust took over and I needed to possess her in every way possible, until all she could think of was me.

  I withdrew slowly and crawled down her body, sucking her nipples and kissing every inch, I dipped my tongue into her wetness, sucking her clit. She tasted so good and I continued downward, my lips trailing over her soft, curvy thighs, over her knees, sucking on her toes as they curled in delight, until I stood at the foot of the bed.

  My greed to have every inch of her was urgent now as our lustful eyes locked onto each other. I couldn’t break our gaze as I grabbed her legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, throwing them over my shoulders. My hands gripped the top of her thighs as I pushed my prick between her wet pussy lips again, holding her tight against me as my hips pounded against her in a rough rhythm.

  Looking down, I was mesmerized by the sight of my cock, shiny with her juices, sinking over and over again into her tight cunt. She panted, her head thrown back and eyes screwed shut in pleasure. She gripped the sheets underneath her, pulling them into her fists as I rocked my hips back and forth against her body. “Look at me.” I growled. I was shocked by how wrecked I sounded, sweat beaded on my forehead and her eyes fluttered open. On a particularly jarring thrust, her gaze locked onto mine. Her grey eyes blazed with untold pleasure that surely mirrored my own and I could feel my body tighten. I slid one hand down her thigh until it was buried in the soft hair at the top of her pussy.

  “Oh God, Tristan— Tristan!” she cried. I knew she was close. I just needed to give her the final push before I lost it myself. I thrusted harder and slid my thumb down until I could feel the tiny nub of her clit. She bucked and the sound of her moans made me smile as I circled the sensitive flesh. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop! Please don’t—ah!”

  Ginny’s back arched into an almost impossible curve. I could feel more wetness seeping from her cunt as her inner walls spasmed and tightened around my cock.

  “Fuck—” I shouted. The pulsing rhythm of her pussy sent me over the edge with her as my hips snapped forward and the muscles in my arse clenched. All I could hear were moans and the sound of blood rushing through my ears as I exploded inside her.

  I fell forward, gently letting her legs fall from my chest. I laid on top of her, nestled between her thighs, kissing her lips and twirling my fingers in her soft hair. A few minutes passed before I could even think of moving away from this beautiful woman. Her body trembled beneath me and my hips jerked involuntarily as my cock finally softened inside her. I tried to move away, but Ginny stopped me by wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

  “Just a few more minutes…” she whispered. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed but her lips were smiling.

  I knew if we fell asleep like this, waking up with cum and slickness still on our bodies would be a messy af
fair. But I didn’t care. There was no other place I’d rather be, but lying here inside her.

  Chapter 9 — Ginny

  “Tristan!” I gasped. My hands clenched his hair as it slid between my clawed fingers. His tongue curled before thrusting deeply between my dripping pussy lips. It had been four blissful days since I’d landed in London. Four days of exploring the city, getting to know Mike and learning all of the ways my body could experience pleasure. I learned how much pleasure I could stand before I was reduced to a babbling mess in Tristan’s arms. “Oh God!”

  My body tensed with delicious pleasure as I once again hit my peak. I never really thought of myself as a nympho, but Tristan had awakened something inside of me and I found I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him all the time... inside of me, on top of me, behind me, however I could get him.

  My head fell back against the couch as I tried to calm the frantic pounding of my heart. I felt him shifting over me until his face came into view, slick and shining with my own wetness. Four days of endless sex had made me less squeamish about pulling him forward so our lips could meet. I licked into his mouth, tasting myself and enjoying his groan. I felt how aroused he was, his cock thick and digging in hard against my inner thigh. I could’ve spread my legs wider until he slipped into my still pulsing pussy, but I wanted something a little different.

  “I want to taste you.” Despite our four days of activities, my face still heated up with embarrassment. I wondered if there’d ever be a time when I could talk about sex without blushing. Regardless, it didn’t stop me from pushing Tristan until he was tucked into the corner of the couch. His right leg was resting on the back of it while his left fell off until his foot touched the floor.

  The sight of him spread open for me was incredible. I couldn’t resist rubbing my fingertips up and down his hairy legs, teasing him with my fingernails as I watched a smile spread across his face. My eyes were drawn to his cock pointing proudly up to his belly-button, the head engorged and purple. He was slick and hot to the touch.