I don’t move right away, and I can’t move away because I know I have to let the last of the jolts of pleasure finish before I even attempt to try. If I move too early, I risk falling and looking like an idiot in front of the man I love, but at the same time, I also risk smothering him with my vagina.
When I think it’s safe, I try to move, but my legs are still a little weak. Tristan laughs and helps me down and lays me on my side, my hand fingering the dips on his stomach. He cups the side of my face as I continue moving my hand lower and lower until I take his hardness in my grip.
Tristan leans in and presses his lips to mine, my hand runs back up until it’s resting on his chest. I move up a little so that my head is now above his and run my tongue along the length of his, something I love to do with him, something I don’t think I could ever get enough of. “Fuck, I love you,” I whisper.
He pushes his body up, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me to him, “I want you,” he whispers in return.
Tristan
When I look up at Cassie, I love how in love with her I am. To you, it may seem to be a normal thing to be in love, but to me, it’s still new. I used to be fast and loose. Before Cass, I would rarely see a woman more than once. Even when I thought I was in love one time, I know now that it wasn’t. I thought that woman had broken my heart, that’s when I turned into a whore, but I realize now, that it wasn’t heartbreak, it was stupidity. Heartbreak would be if I ever lost Cass.
The moment I saw Cass standing in Carol’s foyer, wearing a light blue pair of jeans and a cream anorak, I knew I wanted her, I knew that I wanted to get to know her, I knew immediately that this girl wasn’t going to be just a one night stand. I didn’t even want to fuck her right away, I wanted to get to know her, and I did. And I fell in love. I fell in love with the woman I know I’ll be spending the rest of my days with.
I reach up and take her face in my hands and pull her down so that her lips are on mine. God, she tastes amazing. I’ve missed her so damn much, and I want to take her in my arms and never let her go. Corny? Maybe, but, I don’t give a shit. This woman has turned me into a blubbering idiot, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I’m brought back to the present when Cass starts kissing down my neck. I drop my head back to give her more access because when her lips graze my skin, my dick twitches.
Cass lifts her leg over me and straddles my lap while my hands run down her rib cage and stop when I have a good grip on her hips. I stare into her eyes, “You are so amazing,” I tell her.
She throws her hair over her shoulders, “You’re the amazing one. You dropped everything and flew halfway across the world just so you could be with us at a court hearing that went for all of ten minutes. You, my friend, deserve to have some very special sex. Sex that is all about you.” God, I love how dirty she can be. It’s, as they say, ‘You want a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed.’ I’d better not fuck this relationship up. I’m worried because I haven’t done this before, not to this scale. I’m terrified that I will do something stupid and she will leave me.
I prop myself up on my elbows while Cass moves forward, crashing her lips to mine, giving me one of her deep ‘fuck, I’m horny’ kisses. While her tongue works the inside of my mouth, she reaches down, takes me in her hand, and lowers herself over me. I can’t hold back the grunt as she takes all of me. I watch as she moves on up and down, her perfect breasts right in front of me and her panting makes me want to let go, but I want to feel her for so much longer. I move my hands from her hips and lace her fingers with mine, the contact of our hands makes her throw her head back. And that’s what makes our love special, just the touch of our hands sends bolts through us.
As she moves, I watch her, I watch her enjoy me. My hands leave hers, and I begin to roam her perfectly toned body. Her moans are moving me closer and closer to my climax. I can feel it coming, but I don’t want to come just yet. I want to be inside her longer, and I want it to last forever.
Before I even think about doing it, I flip her over so that she’s under me. I want to control the movement. I want to slide in and out of her slower, I want to make her feel loved because she deserves it. Cass deserves that and so much more.
My lips meet her neck, and I bite down, but not hard enough to leave a mark. She runs her perfectly manicured nails down the skin of my back. She knows how much it turns me on when she gets rough.
Cass wraps her legs around my waist as I continue to move in and out of her. When I feel her tighten around my cock, I know she’s ready, so I begin to move faster.
“Fuck baby,” she cries, and that’s all I need. I move faster and deeper, faster and deeper until her mouth is a big O. She wants to scream. I know she does. “You coming, baby?” I whisper as I continue to thrust.
“Fuck yes, babe, faster,” she begs, and I comply.
She feels so good. Here it comes. “Shit,” I cry out when I blow, but I don’t stop, I keep going until I know that she is well and truly taken care of.
Cassie
I lay in Tristan’s arms for the longest time after we’d made love. His fingers ran up and down the length of my back.
“How are you feeling now that court is over and done with?” he asks and leans in and kisses my cheek.
“Relieved. Now that all of this shit is over with, Courtney can start her new life,” I say to him while running my hand over his chest and across his very sexy stomach.
“I’m so fucking thrilled you won. Courtney deserves happiness. You know I already see her as a part of my family, don’t you? And that I will always protect her as I would you?”
I smile at his words and snuggle my head further into the nook of his neck. “Yes, I do.” He didn’t need to tell me that, I’ve known it since the moment Tristan and Courtney met. He knows she will always be a huge part of my life.
The next morning, I wake to see Tristan’s beautiful face staring down at me. “Hey, baby girl. How did you sleep?” he runs a finger down the length of my arm, then laces his fingers with mine.
I love waking up to his beautiful face. “Really well, what time is it?” I ask as I stretch my arms above my head. I did have an amazing sleep. The nights that I spend wrapped up in Tristan’s arms make me feel safe, wanted, and most importantly, loved. Life seems manageable when he is close, it makes me believe in myself as if I can take on anything and accomplish everything.
He turns and grabs his watch off of the nightstand and checks the time. “We still have half an hour till check out.”
I cringe. I’m not looking forward to the nine-hour drive back to the house, not at all. Eventually, I sit up and yawn. “I’ll get up and get dressed then I guess we should hit the road.” I turn to face him, I then cup my hand around the back of his neck, pull him to me and kiss him. “I never asked when you have to leave for Ireland?” I’m pouting now like a spoilt, little child. I don’t want him to leave, but I know he must finish his course.
He lifts my hand and kisses my palm. “I’ve had Friday’s work forwarded to my email. So, if it’s okay with you, I was going to come back and stay with you for a few days?” His expression tells me he already knows how I feel about him staying with me.
I grab his face in my hands and kiss him. “Of course, it’s okay.” I kiss his lips again and then his cheeks a few times. “I wouldn’t want to be without you for even a minute. And you don’t ever need to ask permission to stay with me.” I lean in and kiss him again.
While I take a quick shower, Tristan goes to wake Courtney.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I see he’s already packed and placed the bags at the door. “You do know I need you to be the organized one in this relationship, don’t you? Because organized isn’t something, I'm great at.”
He nods as he moves towards me, he wraps his arms around my waist, and his hips are pressed against mine, and I wish he hadn’t because he is pushing against the perfect spot. “I already knew that. If you continue to do the dirty thing’s to me t
hat you do so well when we’re in bed, then I’ll organize everything, forever.” He leans in and kisses me. “Our life, our love, our forever.”
I wish he hadn’t have said those damn words because I don’t have time to throw him down on the bed and do some of those thing’s he likes so much to him. “Great, now I’m going to have to spend the next nine hours seated beside you in the car, horny as hell, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it because Courtney’s with us,” I say sarcastically.
He presses his hips harder against mine. “That means I’m going to get the best sex ever tonight. The longer you stay horny, the better the chance is that I get some rough stuff.” His hands run down, he cups my ass cheeks and squeezes them tight. I rub my legs together, desperate to ease the throbbing, but it’s useless because Tristan’s lips are now skimming my neck. “For the next nine hours, every time I look at you, I’m going to have to hide my hard-on because I know you’re sitting only a foot away from me all wet and waiting.” I can feel that his cock is now hard against me and my eyes close.
I reach down, undo the zipper and pull him out. “I can’t wait nine hours.” Thank fuck, I’m wearing a dress. He lifts the hem and hooks the sides of my panties with his fingers and pulls them down. There’s a chair behind him, resting in the corner of the room, so I push him back until the backs of his knees reach it, and he sits down.
Tristan watches me intently. “I love it when you take control,” he whispers, and I smile down at him while I lift my dress and climb on, so we are face to face.
I kiss his lips while I reach down and take him my hands. I help guide him in, and I ride him until we come. I didn’t have to try and make it quick because we were both ready, we’d both been as horny as hell. I love quick sex just as much as when we take our time loving each other.
As soon as I’d managed to put my tits away and had slipped my underwear back on, I told Tristan we should head off.
Once in Courtney’s room, I noticed they’d already packed up her belongings. “How the hell did you guys get everything together so fast?” I'm shocked, I hadn’t been in the shower any longer than five minutes. Thank god, for Tristan.
“There wasn’t that much to pack, and between the two of us, it took no time at all,” he tells me. “Courtney’s in the bathroom getting changed and when she’s done, we should be ready to hit the road.”
Being the wonderful man he is, he begins double-checking the suite, making sure we don’t leave anything behind. “I thought that if we left soon, we should be able to make it back to your house before sundown.”
I’m so glad he wants to get back to the house just as much as I do.
“I can’t wait to be a state away from my mother, again.” And that’s when it hits me. My house is so much smaller than what Tristan’s used to. I don’t want him feeling uncomfortable. Fuck, now I’m not sure if we should stay in an expensive resort close to Sydney. My house is a freaking shack compared to his.
I make my way over to where he stands and wrap my arms around his waist. “I need to give you a heads up,” I begin. I look up, my eyes on his. “It’s about our house.” He already seems confused, and he cocks one eyebrow. “I’ve seen your home, Tristan. It’s huge. It's fucking huge. I think our house, dad’s house, would probably fit inside your bathroom. It’s nothing special. It is just a small place.” He still looks confused. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable when you’re there. We could check into a resort for the rest of the week if you like? I’d understand if you opt for that instead.”
He closes his eyes while shaking his head and begins to laugh. “I don’t care how big the house is. All I care about is you. I’d live in a shoebox and be happy, as long as you’re there, nothing else matters.” He brushes my fringe away from my eyes and kisses me. “We will, however, have to add on an extension to the house when we start having kids.” He pulls back just enough to look at me properly as if he is studying my reaction.
I know he’s happy with what he sees because his smile grows wider. “I already know we’ll have to make other living arraignments when we do decide to make the most beautiful babies that ever existed.” I kiss him, then pull back to ask, “So, how many kids do you want?”
He looks at the ceiling while thinking, and then his attention is back on me. “Hmm, I’m not sure, I say we have two and go from there.” He shrugs.
Whoa, I hope to hell he doesn’t think we’ll be like the damn Brady bunch. “What do you mean by, 'having two and then see from there?' I think two kids, is plenty.”
“We’ll see.” He smirks.
At that moment, Courtney comes out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go.
We gather our belongings, check out of the hotel and get on the road, destination, home.
Tristan takes the first shift behind the wheel. “Thanks for driving, babe. Just let me know if you get tired and I’ll take over,” I tell him as I take his free hand and hold it on top of the center console.
“I will, but it should be okay.” I raise his hand to my lips and kiss it.
Three hours into the journey, I feel the beginnings of a migraine. I rub my temples and squeeze my eyes shut, silently begging it to go away. I suffer from them from time to time, normally when I’m stressed, but I think my body’s telling me it’s tired. It’s been a couple of emotionally charged days, and maybe it’s time to take it easy for a bit.
I feel a hand on my leg, squinting, I look up into Tristan’s worried eyes. “Are you okay, babe?” he asks.
I nod my head slightly, but it hurts even to do that. “I can feel a migraine coming on,” I tell him.
With my eyes closed, he asks, “Do you want me to stop at the next pharmacy we come across?”
I shake my head ever so slightly. I’ve suffered from migraines on and off for years. Dad always thought they were caused by the stress I was under while living with my attention-seeking mother and having to care for Courtney, all at the same time. “No, it’s okay. I have some medication I keep in my handbag for when they rear their ugly heads.”
“Okay. Make sure you take some and try to get some sleep. Hopefully, that’ll help.” Gently, he squeezes my hand, and I lean over the console and kiss him on the cheek. I then open my handbag and take two of the tablets the doctor had prescribed for me for when situations like this arose. Only two pills are remaining, and that’s when it hits me, how stressed I’ve been for these migraines to be so frequent. I can only hope that now all of the court shit is over and done with, I won’t need them as much. But I’d better make an appointment with dad’s doctor when we get back to the house anyway, just to be on the safe side.
After taking the pills, I tilt my head back, leaning it against the head of the seat, and close my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep until I felt a hand on mine. I open my eyes and see that we are pulling into the driveway of our home. “How long was I out for?” I ask him.
“About five hours. You needed it,” he tells me.
When he stops the car, I climb out and stretch my arms and legs. “Oh my god, it feels so amazing to be standing,” I say as Courtney climbs out of the car behind me.
“I know what you mean.” She also begins to stretch.
“Okay guys, let’s get the car unloaded, and then we should wind down before bed,” I suggest. They agree, and within minutes, the contents of the car are neatly stacked on the living room floor, and both Courtney and Tristan are stretched out on the sofa playing the Xbox that dad had set up under the TV.
While they distract themselves, I decide to go for a stroll through the paddocks surrounding the house. ‘Cow’s would be a nice addition. Yep, I think I would like to see them roam the land,’ I think. While I continue to walk through the long grass, I jump when I hear, “Hello, love.” The last thing I was expecting right now, was a random pop-in from my dad.
While trying to catch my breath with my hand clutched to my thumping heart, I look up at him. “I swear to god, dad. We need to find a better wa
y of you coming to talk to me.”
“But any other way wouldn’t be as funny.” He laughs.
“Even in death, you still find it funny to torture me.” I shake my head. “Anyway, where have you been, I haven’t seen you since Monday?” I ask as I straighten, then continue to walk with my father by my side.
“I’ve been with you, love. I’ve wanted to appear to you, but I haven’t been able to catch you alone. The only time you have been on your own is when you’re in the bathroom, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to pop in while you were taking a dump, so I waited for the opportunity to arise.” He shrugs and then the asshole begins to chuckle. I roll my eyes and let him continue. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I’m very proud of you. Your day in court, could not have gone any better than it had.” He then snaps his head around and looks behind him; then he faces me again. “I’ll pop back later, Tristan’s coming. Bye, love.” And he begins to fade away into the night.
“Bye, Dad,” I whisper, but it is too late because he is already gone.
I meet Tristan halfway, and I take his hand in mine and continue to walk. I look up, and I can see that the sky is clear, and the sunset is beautiful. When we’d almost reached the back door of the house, I decided to break the silence. “I know we’re both exhausted, but while I have you here with me, in the same country, I would love to map out a rough idea of what you would like for the wedding. I think it will be a little more difficult to plan when you have to go back home.”
“Absolutely, let’s make that our only plan for tomorrow. I think we should relax tonight.” He stops in his tracks, takes me in his arms, and rests my head on his chest. “Hey,” he whispers, so I look up until I meet his gaze. “I can’t wait to be your husband, Cass.” His smile is wide.
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