Tears run down my cheeks, Oh shit I was not expecting that to come out of his mouth, his honesty is sobering and I have to enlighten him with some facts.
“Tristan, you have to understand I am not in my twenties, I’m thirty-eight, having kids at this age it happens, but it’s a risk.” He kisses my tears away, and holds me close.
“So what are you saying you don’t want kids?”
“I’ve been on the pill for the past month”
“Well that explains why you let me fuck you without a condom” he is now sulking like the Tristan from yester-years, a petulant teenager with balls of steel. I gotta lighten the mood between us.
“So you can’t knock me up, I’m un-knock-able” he looks so hurt or disappointed as a sarcastic smirk is all over his face, he holds me tight and I am beginning to feel his pain.
“That is not even a real word!” He murmurs, I kiss him to lessen the sting and he holds me close. He is pouting and sulking, gosh he is playing for keeps, he wants to get me pregnant, fill his house with our twelve screaming kids and I smile because that was always my dream, well maybe just a few kids, but twelve, with him is certainly doable considering his stamina and voracious sexual appetite, last night’s sex-capades were mind-blowing enough to articulate into a family, yeah I’d be willing to put in the time with him, but seriously let’s just enjoy today carpe diem so that is where I go with him.
“Tristan what do you want to do today? I have to be out of here by nine tonight” he makes me look at him as he cups my chin
“Look Aria outside this hotel room is reality, we have a lot to work out, but I don’t want to worry about that right now, here it’s just you and me, spend the afternoon with me, let me make love to you?” without hesitation without a second thought without a care in the world I whisper to him softly
“Yes please!” those two words was all he wanted to hear as his hands find my sex under my robe and he discovers I am yet again wet for him, his knowing fingers are eager but I pull out of his arm and stand at a distance from him, he looks so worried or frightened like he did or said something wrong I stop and stare at him as I narrow my eyes, he looks nervous, then suddenly I loosen my robe and very slowly I drop it to the floor.
His worried look of contemplation fades as desire and covetousness intent takes over, he is grasping for me and I crave his touch but what really drives me crazy is the way he makes me needy for him, it is like a fire that he starts inside of me, he fuels it and then he puts it out when he takes charge of me and it’s sad to say but isn’t that what all us woman want, but are too proud to admit? I see why wives of firemen are my new idols hello 911 I’m on fire.
“Oh so you want to play Aria?” he stands as he is ready to charge me
“I had no idea how fun you’d be to play with” as I get ready to dart off
“Play with, Oh baby you have no idea” he reaches for me and I run to the far end of the suite to a corner of the room where the office area houses a cherry and brass French provincial desk adorned with a green bankers lamp on it. Tristan catches up to me and grabs me with arms of steel by my waist.
“I will teach you to run from me” I squirm, as he holds me to him, I sit on the edge of the desk, he shadows over me with voracious intent. I wrap my legs around him my objective quite obvious I want him inside me, on me and possessing every last inch of me till I scream his name so loud that the staff knows his name. I don’t know what comes over me and I tell him what I want.
“Tristan make me come” my words shock him, I mean he just heard me say I have never had sex like this and I have never had an orgasm until last night, the look on his face he has never heard me speak this way to him before and it hits him that I am a women with naughty intentions secret deep seeded desires and illicit tenacity for a man who isn’t even mine.
“Am I the one who has made you so greedy?” he encircles me, kissing my neck and sucking my ear lobe as a pulse quickens in my sex I can barely speak as he wiles me with his articulate cohering charms.
“The only one” I am a women who has bared her soul for this man who has come to stake his claim for me, with every kiss that makes me his it is a game alright and he is playing for keeps. Tristan’s ever present teasing and taunting laces me with need and he make me want him.
Heart pounding, for the man of my dreams, my blood starts coursing through my raging veins hitting every pulse point as he showers me with kisses that make me wet, every lick from his warm velvet lips as it is all pulling at my sex than his hands fondle my breast and my over sensitized skin heats making my whole body enflamed, he owns me, he knows how to do this to me and I fall prey to his masculine tendencies, his touch, the smell of him on me, he is a mind game and I don’t want to stop playing. I utter what is true
“Tristan what you do to me” I lean back on the uncompromising French provincial as his all-knowing hand cups my sex and he very slowly and intrusively palms my clitoris I am already soaking wet for him as he magistrate’s one finger in me and stretches me to make room for his magnificent obsession of me.
“Baby you are so tiny and tight I don’t want to hurt you”
I am sprawled out, teetering at the edge and all I want is him.
“You are worrying about hurting me after last night?”
My grin is all he needs to pursue his enrapture of me. he engages another finger and moves them in a scissor motion stretching my tender flesh, as he watches my facial reactions to his knowing fingers, he holds my hips as he teases me with the head of his erection he enters me and I am engorged I gasp for air as I am tender and he is intrusive, he takes pity on me as he moves at a slow and steady pace in and out of me making me feel every last inch of him.
I get acclimated to him as my sore swollen flesh aches but I want him. Tristan has but one goal in mind, he is forceful he doesn’t hold back as he slams into me repeatedly in a mindless carnal fashion as he fucks my brains out. He is insistent and assertive as he possess me, he strides through me and it is a dash of pain and a pound of pleasure, savoring me and making me cry out in vindication as he exonerates his manhood over me, taking what he wants and leaving me breathless I utter my response to his intrusive assault on me.
“Yes Tristan… right there…yes” Tristan is persistent and tenacious with determination to instill me and mold me as his. Incessant and tireless he forges on, he is the only man who has made me come and once a man has made you come like this leaving you shaking and still wanting more it is quite clear that you will do whatever it takes to have him, he is a drug that you want again and again.
“Aria my favorite place is inside you” I am sore and I don’t care I want him, it is quite evident that I have the same effect on him that he has on me, I tighten my legs around him as I dig my hands into his behind I want all of him as he demonstrates to me repeatedly over and over that I am his. He takes his liberties over me as he possesses me and fuels the desire that we both share.
“Don’t close your eyes I want to see you” he growls his request and I open my eyes and I watch him fuck me like I am his reason for existing, I can’t take my eyes off of him as I lay completely unguarded and open to him I am pinned to this desk as this man has his way with me.
“Tristan Oh dear God I am so sore” then he eases out of me looking at me, gauging me.
“Baby are you ok?” he looks down at me.
“Tristan I don’t care make me come” my words are his command he slams into me harder and gyrates his hips and I am all sensation as he hits the spot dead on, he picks up speed I absorb all of him as my body wants this, then pain turns to pleasure as my legs tighten around him he owns me. With such a brunt and ravenous intentions his pounding rhythm is clear that he wants every last bit of me, we are meeting thrust for thrust he is pleasure to all that plagues me, his robe is open, his chest is permeated with sweat as I feel him like a bolt of lightning that unleashes desire as it oozes inside of me he is forceful I scream out a version of his name.
“Oh God Tris
tan” I come so hard I see stars around his face, I throw my head back as we come together clinging onto one another and I shatter into a million pieces, I can’t move he has a vise like grip on me and I must absorb all of him, it is pleasure and desire that wins, he takes me to that place where he and I are one, he fills me with all that he’s got as he flows like molting lava soaking me flooding me I am in awe of him as we fall to the floor without breaking contact. He holds me to his chest as we lie on the plush royal green carpet of the Ritz Carlton Presidential suite. God knows what this room has been witness to.
“Oh my naughty Marietta where have you been hiding?” Tristan kisses me and holds me tight, as my arms are around his neck, what he does to me is tantalizing and erotic, he takes my breath away, this man has fucked me into capitulation, I can’t resist his advances, I can’t say no to him when he fucks me and I miss him when he is not inside me, he has shown me how he loves me and I am caught up in it.
“You are so dear to me Aria” his words tug at my heart as he pulls me back to the here and now.
Tristan is nuzzling my head as I come back to earth, he holds me close and I am so comfortable on him my lips at his ear and after two years of not seeing the love of my life I say what I feel.
“Tristan you are my hearts-desire” I kiss his ear and I feel his warm smiles at my neck, he nibbles my ear the way he used to.
“Aria my dear sweet Aria you are the love of my life” as he holds me to him we lay in each other’s arms and just let it sink in that we have finally found each other.
“I don’t want to move” I’m sated, I’m spent and he has branded me his.
“I know what you mean I love being inside you, you are home to me now” he kisses my neck.
“can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything Aria you know that”
“When was the last time you had sex?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“You don’t have to tell me”
“It’s been two years”
You went two years without sex?”
Well you went thirty-eight” I laugh at his comment
Yes, but after you were gone I didn’t crave it anymore” he kisses my nose
“And now”
“Tristan is sex always like this for you?” I sit up and look down at him and he holds my head in his hands
“It’s only like this with you”
“Good answer Mr. Bach”
“You don’t believe me?”
“I didn’t say that”
“Aria feel this” he gyrates his hips as he is still hard inside me and he is a hot bolt of lightning inside me.
“This is what you do to me, get it”
“I get it, I get it, I get it I GET IT!” he stops gyrating as he has made his point quite clear.
“Come let’s have a bath,” he smacks my butt and I yelp, he lifts me off him and he stands up.
“Ouch, oh dear God” he looks at me concerned but mostly he reeks of curiosity.
“Baby just how sore are you?” He sounds alarmed but looks quite pleased with himself.
“That salacious smile of yours lets me know just how proud you are of yourself for branding me so vehemently” I would say there is a slight sarcastic tone in my voice as I look at Tristan.
Tristan runs his index finger down my cheek, his touch is loving and caring as he holds me in his arms.
“Baby it’s you who’s branded me, when you captured my heart” I kiss his finger as it rest on my warm lips.
“Come” yes I know he sounds suggestive he always sounds this way, he leads me into the palatial bathroom, there is a double marble vanity, heated floor and an amply supple of fresh white towels as well as white fluffy robes, yes I can use to staying here.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the brass and glass beveled mirror that flanked the double vanity Tristan and I both look as our eyes meet in the mirror, could we look any more scandalous? I look like the women who went forth in sin and he looks like it’s still Christmas Morning.
I can’t pull myself away, caption should read Caught in the act, and then to scrutinize me even more, just fucked hair is getting worse as the day progresses, insidious grin that hides my secret and sparkling dilated eyes no doubt even my own eye doctor couldn’t get my eyes this big, but the mother of all dead giveaways is the glow that could light up Terminal Tower, oh yes he definitely owns me!
I shake my head at the sight of myself, and of course this all goes quite lovely with the scarlet letter “A” that is now even more present as it is now engraved into my chest with an insistent luminosity of its own.
I tear myself away from the mirror as I watch Tristan fill the tub with bath oils that perfume the heavenly sent of lavender and orchids, he pays attention to detail and I notice how he makes the bath effervescence and flourish, I stand and take him all in, he is very comfortable with his body as he stands naked in full view. Gosh that was inside me.
“Come Aria” there he goes again, it is his emphasis on the “C” that make it sound so naughty, but I am use to it, he is always with the sexual innuendo I take his our reached arm and I step into the huge Jacuzzi tub, so warm and inviting.
He joins me as we sit opposite one another and get lost in the luxuriousness of the perfumed water, this is heaven as we lay back and relax as the water sooths my bits and pieces that have been getting quite a work out in the last twenty-four hours.
“Tristan I have never done this before” Tristan reaches for my left foot and massages it so sweetly, his tender knowing hands touch and cascade over me and I get lost. I relax under his gentle care as his perceptive fingers caress and stroke my toes, soothing and massaging me, it is so wonderful as he cherishes me and adores me, I am so gonna miss this.
“I’ve always wanted this with you” Not only is he handsome and alluring but he says what I want to hear, as his knowing fingers touch my over sexed body a familiar resolve, he reaches the depths of my soul, oh he knows exactly what he is doing. As I relax and surrender to him his hands move up my legs to the apex of my thighs as I bend my knees and part them he washes me with tender loving care, I lay back as he cherish me like no one has ever done before.
“Tristan you really know how to seduce a girl” I smile as I look at him and pop the bubbles that surround us. His smile is crooked as almost cocked to one side like he is troubled or bothered.
“You think I’m seducing you?” He now reaches for my other foot and continues massaging my feet and rubbing my toes and my leg and I can barely concentrate on what he is saying as just his touch sends thrills throughout my sensitized body.
“Well aren’t you? Oh that feels so good Tristan” I lean back and close my eyes as his hands work their magic and massage me into oblivion. He crawls over me splashing water about, I open my eyes and he is on top of me as his beautiful face shadows over me.
“No baby, I am hopelessly in love with you, totally head-over-heals insane about you from those dark eyes that see through me to these tiny little feet that have walked all over me for years, and let’s not forget your dainty little hands that hold my heart, and of course these lips I just want these lips to tell me your mine” wow I think I just came again.
“Tristan you are too much”
He said his peace as he hovers over me, his hazel eyes have always lured me into his trance they are dilated and full of intent his lips are parted and I can see his tongue, gosh he is so adorable and getting too serious again, I lighten the mood I just can’t resist. I reach up with bubbles in my hands and adorn his face with a beard of bubbles, he laughs as he reaches down and kisses me and now I am adorned with them as well. I laugh as I try to remove them, but he keeps kissing me and we are both covered in them.
“I thought you liked me clean shaven” I whip some of the bubbles off his face and touch his stubble as I run the back of my hand up and down the side of his face.
“There are many sides of you I find appealing” He closes his eyes
and kisses my forehead.
“Oh really which one is your favorite Aria?” He is so fun when he acts his age.
“Now that would be telling” I melt for him, I can’t tell him, he would never let me leave this hotel room.
“Call it curiosity then Aria”
“Curiosity killed the cat Tristan”
“You’re killing me here Aria!” He kisses me as he traces the line of my jaw with his index finger.
“I can tell you one thing, you are beyond what I had expected” He narrows his eyes as he lets my statement sink in.
“I don’t know if you are being honest or being allusive?” He kisses my nose then my lips.
“And I can say the same about you Mr. Bach” my comment although shy and almost a whisper sets him off as he pulls away from my lips.
“Aria I honestly love you, I have denied it for so long and now I am facing the truth, you must believe that, you must believe me when I say I have always loved you, you are the love of my life” again he is making statements that I wanted to hear two years ago, gosh this is exasperating.
I breath and nod I have no verbal comment at this time, he kisses me, worships me, and takes me in his arms and makes love to me in the bath, gentle kisses, soft caresses, as he lovingly holds me to his highest regard as he proves to me yet again the statement that he has been making all weekend, he loves me, he wants me and he is not letting this fade away, all thoughts leave my mind as I just want him, I don’t want to think or ponder or judge or question I have done that my whole life and with his hands on my most precious gift he fondles me and my thoughts are gone as we get lost in each other yet again.
His undying love for me is obvious, his devotion and adoration is quite evident but what frightens the hell out of me is that I have never known what true love was until I spent a weekend at The Ritz with one Tristan Bach.
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