“You know, we’ve never had sex in a bed before.” Her eyes widened as her skin flushed.
I just pulled her back and kept dancing with her, leaving her with that thought.
Chapter Twenty Seven: Tristan
By the time, I got to my hotel room I was exhausted and horny. I shouldn’t have been thinking about Emilia like that, but I couldn’t help it. The way she looked in that dress. She was stunning. So much so that it hurts. My cock, specifically.
I met plenty of women in the elevator that were jumping at the bit to get me off. What was it with weddings? I gave them all a polite smile and averted the situation. We never said we were exclusive, I could have easily been an asshole and taken any of them to my hotel room. But the simple thought made me sick. I cared about my baby doll way too much. And for my own good too.
I had to figure out what I’ll do when the wedding is up. I won’t convince her to be with me, but she was an adult. If she decides to, then how the hell can I stop her?
I keyed in my room and started undressing. I was about done for the night. Shoes off, tie undone, I had nothing but my pants on when there was a knock on my door. Did one of those women follow me?
It’s almost midnight. It isn’t mom or dad. With a heavy sigh, I opened the door prepared to let someone down but instead I saw Emilia. In a tee shirt that might as well be a dress. My eyes quickly took in her small frame, pert breasts and smooth legs. Down to her fuzzy night slippers.
“Come in, I don’t want anyone seeing you.” I pulled her inside. “What are you doing here?”
Her round blue eyes widened as they looked up at me, stopping to look over my naked chest. She closed the space and pretty much jumped on me, but I didn’t miss a beat as I kissed her back. Hard, hot, and heavy. Our tongues were a slobbering mess of desire as my hands brought those hips right to me, rubbing against my cock.
But then she broke away, leaving me with my eyes shut searching after her until I looked into her eyes.
“I want you…to have sex in a bed with you for once.”
I smirked and happily obliged. In seconds, she was in my arms, and in another few she was on the bed; squealing with shock as I threw her down on it. On my knees, I looked down at her, her beautiful eyes bright with desire as she looked up at me. She shivered as I ran my fingertips up her legs, slowly until I reached the apex of her thighs where she parted her legs for me ever so slightly.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you for so long.” I said, my voice even. Her breath hitched as she nodded softly.
She shimmied her body lower, until her shirt hiked up her legs where I was happy to find she was bare underneath. Fuck. Good thing our rooms were right next to each other. She bit her lip softly as she looked up at me, and I lowered myself on her. I kissed the swells of her breasts through her shirt, she exhaled deeply as I blew my breath over her nipples. They perked through her shirt and I pinched one softly as I bit the other. She mewled like she couldn’t control herself.
I curled my fingers around the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to reveal every inch of her perfect body. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t taken her to bed yet. Her small hands fisted the sheets as I teased her, kissing her everywhere but where she wanted me to. I pressed my lips to the space between her breasts, moving over to suck her rosy buds until they were hardened. Her fingers seared through my hair, edging me downward. I breathed over her small tuft of hair; I loved that she wasn’t bare, reminded me how much of a woman she was. My nose trailed down, inhaling her sweet musk.
“Mmmm…” she moaned deep when I pressed my tongue over her, kissing her there.
She pressed her hips to my face, clamping her fleshy thighs around my ears as I continued. I swirled my tongue between her folds, avoiding her clit until she was trembling, begging me, moaning like she didn’t care about the peopled next door. I dipped my finger inside her hot core, curling up to her rough patch that drove her crazy.
“Tristan! Please, I need to come.” She begged. Her voice a sharp cry, it spurred me on.
I gripped her thighs and moved downward, bringing my tongue up through her folds and right on her hardened clit. I sucked hard, flicking my tongue against her and she came in seconds. Screaming, trembling, moaning, just how I liked it. I needed to taste her juices again so I kept going, slower, and then faster again as she climbed higher and higher. Coming again, screaming loud. She soaked my mouth, and I licked up every drop of her, breathing against her clit.
“Please,” she moved her hand to my shoulder, “I can’t take anymore.” She breathed. I smirked and trailed kisses up her body until I reached her lips. She didn’t turn away as I kissed her and gladly tasted herself on me.
I flushed my body down on hers, my weight falling into her as I deepened the kiss. It was more than just sex and desire, there was so much emotion between us. It had never been like this for me with anyone. It was like I felt her inside of me, her breath in tune with mine as our hearts beat against each other.
I ground my cock into her, rubbing against her as I settled between her thighs. It’s where I belonged. Her slender arms held me close to her, trailing down my body until she reached my pants, fighting to get it off. I rolled us aside to kick my briefs off, but she straddled my waist and looked down at me, her hands against my chest. Fuck. She looks so beautiful like this.
I was completely at her mercy as she grazed her sex over my cock, but never touched me like I wanted her to. Needed her to. Her eyes bore a fire into mine as she gripped me. I hissed and bucked my hips toward her. She smiled softly as she swirled her entrance around me. Her clit was still swollen, her lips a hot pink.
I watched as I disappeared inside her, taking me somewhere I never wanted to leave. My eyes shut at their own accord, trying to absorb all the pleasure falling over me. I felt it roll through every nerve in my body, gathering at my spine until it was so intense I could barely feel my legs. Then she started to move.
Slowly. Maddeningly slowly she rocked back and forth, up and down as she adjusted to me. I placed my hands on her hips, letting her do all the work. I worked my hands up her soft body, reveling in her curves and cupping her breasts in my hands. She sighed and rocked back, falling deeper onto me.
“Emilia. That’s so good. That’s so fucking good.” I groaned. She kept going, rising up to my tip and slowly lowering herself onto me.
Her tight moans filled the air, the sloshing of our juices mixed together as she went faster. Her waist was small between my hands as I held her there. She moved up and down, her breasts bobbing as she leaned back, her hair cascading down her back. It was a perfect sight. Then her head came back down and she found my eyes.
I wished I could communicate with her like this. I was afraid to tell her the truth. I didn’t want to tell her, and it end up making her stay with me. it had to be real. She had to want me too. The way she looked at me, I know she wanted me too.
She moved faster, and faster, until the bed was rocking and I was going so deep. I all but growled as I felt myself coming, but I had to wait for her I wanted her to come first.
Emilia leaned forward, her freshly manicured nails raking down my chest. She might be taking all my chest hair off, but I didn’t care. I loved watching her come way too much. Her eyebrows drew together, she bit her lip as she inhaled and then they fell apart as she breathed out with a loud, guttural moan. She trembled around me, riding out her orgasm even more. She looked back at me, asking me to come. I took her hips and thrust into her, she cried out, still coming down from her last orgasm as another one rose up inside of her. I could taste it on my tongue, feel it in my throat as I came. Harder than ever. I didn’t stop thrusting until I emptied myself inside of her.
“Emilia, god, Emilia.” I groaned, stilling inside of her as my cock twitched.
She collapsed against my chest, shimmying herself down until I fell from her core. I missed being inside of her already. She kissed me like she wasn’t done with me. so, I swirled my tongue around hers before I released
her and rolled us over.
I clamped her thighs together as she wiggled her plush ass in the air. The lines of her back flowed smooth and widened at her hips, I entered in one swift movement, loving the feeling of being buried inside of her again.
“Oh, yes…that’s so deep.” She turned her head on the pillow, her lips parted as her eyes shut. God, she was beautiful.
My body slid against hers as I thrust, deep and slow. I wanted to savor it this time. Her body fit so perfectly beneath me, so soft and warm. I hid my nose in the cork of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. I kissed the skin of her shoulder, sucking softly at her neck as she mewled. Her hand reached around to grip my thigh as I drove deep into her. She was so tight, milking my cock for all that it was worth. And I would gladly give her everything.
My lips were at her ear as I told her how good she felt. How perfect she is. Everything but what I really wanted to tell her.
“Tristan, yes…more, please more.”
I lifted her up at her hips, her knees spread wide as I held the nape of her neck and I went harder, deeper. Until I was seeing stars and then nothing at all, blinded by how good she felt. My body clenched with the threat of another orgasm. I moved my hand around to her front, sinking down to her clit where I rubbed softly. She grew tighter around me, her moans loud and uninhibited as she came. Her front collapsed on the bed as I thrust into her, harder and faster until I came.
I collapsed above her as I emptied myself inside of her once again. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to do anything. We stayed that way, catching our breaths together.
Then she laid against my chest, her fingers absently tracing over my chest.
“That was so different.” She whispered.
I nodded, “it was the mattress.”
She giggled softly, turning her face up to look at me.
“Is that your family you were sitting with?”
I nodded. “Yeah, my sister brought her boyfriend. I wanted to introduce you.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?”
Well I hadn’t expected her to say that.
“Because, they already know about you. Pretty much everyone does after what you did at the ball.” I explained. “But, I told my sister about us. She gave me pretty good advice.” A sad smile found my face.
“What did she say?” She asked me.
“That if I care about you, I should respect your wishes. Guess I’m not doing a pretty good job of that.” I chuckled softly.
“Well, that is partly my fault.” She muttered. She folded her hands on my sternum and rested her chin there, looking up at me with those big eyes full of wonder.
“I don’t think we know what we want.” I thought aloud.
“I think…I want to be with you. But I don’t want to neglect you because I’m too focused on work. Or the other way around.”
I nodded in understanding.
“I’m opening another business. I’d be busy too.”
Her brows raised. “You are?” I nodded.
“Yeah. A tech holdings company. It is something I have been wanting to do. I figured now was as good a time as ever. I shouldn’t keep holding it off.”
“I’m happy for you. That’s so good.” She smiled.
I traced small circles on her back. Distracted by how good she felt.
“Maybe we can try and at least date each other. After the wedding.”
Her face didn’t discourage me, but she wasn’t exactly jumping at the bit.
“Maybe.”
She kissed my chest softly and then laid her cheek against me.
“Emilia,” I said after a while.
“Hmm?” She looked up at me.
“How come you don’t talk about your mom?” I wondered about it for a while. She had only ever talked about her dad. And I wanted to understand her more.
“She…died when I was twelve.” Her voice was sad. I pulled her up next to me and tightened my arms around her.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I cupped her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“It…was a long time ago. But she’s the reason I love flowers so much.”
It all came into focus. Her shop, her business. She had been on a search to honor her mother for years. She doesn’t want anything to deter her from that. And I felt like an ass for being the one to do that.
“I used to just grow flowers in college as a reminder of her or something. I was a botany major, so I never planned on owning a flower shop. But one-day Sasha came to the greenhouse I used at school and bought some flowers. Since then it always felt like I was sharing the memory of my mother or something when I did that.” She explained. Her voice was soft, full of sadness as she talked about her mother.
It became clear how much she missed her.
“That’s why you want the shop to do well.” I said.
“Yeah. But even if it didn’t, as long as I was doing something with flowers. It reminds me of her. I feel close to her.”
I nodded in understanding.
“It’s good that you’ve found a way to be closer to her. I feel like…I got in the way of that.” She drew her brows in as she sat up, looking down at me.
“You didn’t. And I think…I don’t want to let you go, Tristan.”
I smiled wide at her words, but part of me still wondered if she was sure.
“I don’t want to let you go either, Emilia.” I brought her down to me, kissing her firmly.
She pulled away, “I should get to bed. So, I can be ready for tomorrow.”
I didn’t want to let her go. Not now. We could set an alarm.
“Stay a little longer, please. I’ll make sure you’re on time.” I pleaded. She thought for a second, eyes wary.
“Okay.”
She stayed with me, showing me just how much she didn’t want to let me go once more before we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty Eight: Emilia
The sun was shining in so bright I had to shield my eyes as they adjusted. I barely saw the hotel room last night, but it was beautiful. Definitely not the same as mine. The back of a couch that was golden and looked fit for a queen faced us. Us.
I turned and faced Tristan. I had never seen him asleep before, but he looked so handsome. And tranquil. His lips parted softly with quiet snores. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, tracing the lines of his face and his soft, pull lips. He didn’t even stir.
I seemed to be in heaven before I remembered. The hotel room. The wedding. I glanced at the clock.
Shit!
I was supposed to be up an hour ago! I was out of the bed and in my shirt so fast I was panting by the time I reached my room. I showered in record time.
My dress was simple, a knee length, royal blue dress with a slight stay in it. I barely had time to do my hair so it just went up in a ballerina bun with some gel. I was so fucking late.
I slipped my heels on and checked my phone from the charger. No one had called me freaking out.
I did call the delivery truck and made sure the flowers were on their way. Forgetting I had woken up late, they were already there waiting on me in the main hall, where the ceremony would take place.
“Good morning.” I feigned smile. I was so hungry and tired.
I stayed up way too late with Tristan. I knew I should have left. Damn it, he convinced me to stay. I told myself not to blame him, I was an adult and I made a decision. But now I knew what decision I have to make.
“Morning,” the guy was nice, smiling at me like I wasn’t an hour late. This was so behind schedule. “Everything is here and unloaded where it should go. Just sign here.” He handed me the electronic signature board and I signed quickly.
I had to get to work.
Most important was the altar. I had two big stone pots where they would stand between. They held an array of pink roses and dahlias. I had been doing this long enough that I could do it right, and still be rushing as much I was. The pots took about twenty minutes, some needed to be clipped.
I moved on to the aisle, where the ends of the rows were lined with cherry blossom bundles. That is what took most of my time. There were thirty rows. On each side.
“Ma’am, we were sent here by Mr. Cox, do you need help?” two ladies entered the room, young and dressed in matching shirts that read Floral Girls.
Tristan must have sent them. I guess the way I rushed out of there woke him up, and he realized I was late. A small sense of relief washed over me.
“Hi. Yes, these rows need to be finished.” They nodded eagerly and got to work. I checked a few of them, they knew what they were doing.
I entered the reception hall and had to take a deep breath, or I would give myself a panic attack because there was so much to do. I took care of the bride and groom’s table first. It sat in the front with twelve seats for them and their bridal party. There were three vases split evenly, my plan for them matched the altar, so it didn’t take long.
Each centerpiece had the flowers already in them, I just tweaked the arrangement. I constantly padded my brow sweat with a napkin so I wouldn’t ruin my makeup. But two hours later, I was finally finished.
Ten minutes before the party arrived.
I was to go back to the dressing room to fix the boutonnieres. It was a simple white rose surrounded by Babies Breath. I heard the men’s voices as I rounded the corner. And Tristan. He was with Levi, across the hall was his father and the other groomsmen. I only recognized his father.
I knocked first before they let me in. They were nice and didn’t give me any trouble as I pinned them on, making sure they were perfect. Trouble didn’t come until I was headed to the groom’s room. I knocked softly.
“Come in.” Tristan said. My breath hitched at his voice. I guess I was nervous because of how I left him this morning.
When I entered, it was like the room already knew what happened. My eyes went to his immediately. But I just went to Levi and told him I was pinning it on.
“Thanks…I have to uh, use the bathroom.” I knew he was lying when he shut the door to the coat closet.
I was left with Tristan.
“Are you trying not to look at me?” He said, as I stood in front of him.
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