This Is Forever (third book in series)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 2 (v.1) - chapter two

Submitted: July 05, 2017

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My eyes finally shut after a whole day of unpacking my boxes. I’m completely exhausted and very relieved that we managed to unpack everything. I’m officially moved in with Tristan but I’m too tired to be excited. I nuzzle my head into the soft pillows that smell of Tristan and try to ignore the bed shifting underneath me. I feel Tristan's body curl up behind mine and I immediately find myself getting more relaxed. His face comes up to nuzzle in my neck and his arms rest around my stomach.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, beautiful.”

His hot breath hits my neck and I moan in annoyance.

“No, I need sleep,” I mumble into the pillow.

“I think some christening is in order,” he says as he pushes his groin into my ass. My eyes flutter open.

“Christening of what?” I ask.

“Of us living together,” he answers as he kisses my neck.

“We can do that tomorrow,” I moan and close my eyes again.

Right when I think he has given up and let me have my way I’m flipped over on my back with him hovering over me. My eyes fly open in shock. He has definitely gotten his way because the exhaustion I was feeling a second ago is suddenly gone in record time. How could I even think about sleep when he is looking down at me with those deep, lust-filled eyes and rubbing his erection on me like that?

He smiles down at me when I begin moving my hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Ok fine, you get your damn christening,” I say up to him and his smile grows in victory. Bastard. I lift my lips to his to cover up his mocking smile. Our lips grow more urgent as his grinding deepens and our tongues perform their usual erotic dance together.

Tristan flips us over so I’m lying on top of him. Our lips stay together as I drift my hand down his body and grab his hard erection. He moans in my mouth as my palm slides up and down his length through his jeans. I move my hand away from his groin and separate our lips so I can sit up. I pull my old t-shirt over my head and take my hair out of the messy bun that I had in all day, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. I throw the shirt off the bed and lower my lips back to his. Right when my lips touch his he flips us again so I’m under him.

“I am so happy that we live together.”

I hold back a moan as his lips move to my neck.

“Now I can wake up next to you and fall asleep next to you.”

He trails kisses up my neck until his hot breath is on my ear.

“Every single night,” he whispers, taking his time with each word.

I let out the moan I was trying to hold in when his hand drifts down to rub me through my jeans that I was too lazy to take off just ten minutes ago.

“Are you as happy as I am?” he asks in a hooded voice as he continues to move his fingers over my now wet jeans. I moan again and lift my hips to get more friction.

“Yes,” I groan and arch my back. His fingers stop their amazing rubbing and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my mouth. He chuckles and moves his hand to the zipper of my pants.

“Good,” he whispers and slides the zipper down. He climbs off me and slides my jeans down my legs. He watches me as he drops my pants to the ground and reaches for the hem of his shirt. I’m practically drooling as I watch him lift his shirt over his head, his hard chest coming into view. It surprises me how still very affected I am by him. I was never this attracted to Michael which doesn’t surprise me.

I swallow the saliva filling my mouth as he reaches for the zipper of his pants, still watching me closely from where I lay on our bed. He slides it down and lets his pants drift down his legs then goes in for his boxers and pushes them down. He steps out of them and I find myself panting as I stare up at his gloriously naked body. I swear he’s too perfect to be human. A let my eyes roam down his body until they find his eyes again, finding him doing the same thing to my body.

My breathing picks up as he reaches for my underwear. I lift my hips so he can slide them down my legs and toss them across the room. He places his hands on my thighs and leans in to plant a kiss right on my clit. I whither under him and gasp when he brings his nose down to breath in on my sex.

“You smell delicious, my dear,” he says, lifting his head to look up at me then kisses me again and stands. He looks down on me like the God he is as I look up at him with a pleading and needy look on my face. I’m not gonna try to hide it, there's no point. I glance down at his hard erection and decide to hurry things up. A mischievous smirk grows on my face as I prepare to take the power that he is loving right now.

I go to sit up but I get nowhere because Tristan has pounced on me, clearly understanding what my plan was.

“Oh no you don’t,” he says as he pushes me into the mattress with his body. I huff and accept defeat.

“Tristan,” I groan and try to rub my hips over his length but his hand holding my hips down stops me. I don’t understand how he has this much control. I can feel how hard he is yet he is still holding back just so he can see me suffer from extreme lust. He chuckles again then lifts off me a little and guides himself inside me.

I close my eyes and arch my back as he fills me. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him down so I can feel his naked chest against me. I fold my legs around his waist as he pumps his hips against me.

“Why would you ever want to delay this?” I ask dreamily as I nuzzle my face into his neck.

“Because I like to see how much you need me,” he answers a little too seriously. I lift my head from it’s hiding place in his neck and grab his face with my hands.

“Trust me, I need you,” I say, looking him directly in the eyes. The fact that Tristan would ever think that I don’t need him is funny to me. His pounding in me begins to get firmer the longer I stare into his eyes.

“Say it again,” he demands as he strikes his hips hard against mine. I moan, close my eyes and arch my back.

“I need up,” I groan as my eyes roll back and my body stays arched.

“I need you too, beautiful,” he whispers as he kisses my chin and continues his thrusts. Hearing him say that makes me understand why he asked me to say it again. It feels amazing to be needed by him.

I look back into his eyes and run my thumb over his cheek.

“Say it again,” I demand and resist the urge to throw my head back and moan.

“I need you,” he says with a small smile followed by a mind blowing kiss. I feel myself coming close so I pull him close again and go back to nuzzling my head in his shoulder. I feel his lips sucking on my neck as I moan and pull my fingers through his hair. In a lust filled daze, I close my eyes and come loudly around him as his sucking on my neck gets more aggressive which I take as a sign that he isn’t far behind me. He pounds deeply into me four more times then spills himself inside me on a long moan.

We stayed nuzzled in each other's neck as our heavy breathing settles down. I find my earlier exhaustion slowly creeping back into my body as Tristan's body keeps me warm.

“I would say we officially christened our bedroom. We can do the rest of the house tomorrow. Now, go to bed, beautiful,” he whispers as he kisses my neck and turns us so we are both on our sides and facing each other. He pulls my body tightly against his and I instinctively wrap my arm around his neck. I close my eyes and mumble an “I love you” to him before I doze off to my much-needed sleep.

 


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