"You're wearing too many clothes," Tristan muttered when Faye had stripped him down to his boxers. With an easy heave he turned her on her back.
"Tristan!" Faye laughed. "That tickles."
He looked up at her from her stomach, smiling devilishly into her skin. He pulled off her shirt, her work pants, her inner shift. When Faye was down to her undies she curled up, suddenly shy.
"I didn't know you had it in you to be shy." Tristan pulled at Faye's arms, opening her up to him. She shook her head, smiling. Lifting himself over the length of her body, Tristan lay over Faye. She felt his arousal against her. His eyes were heavy.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered into her ear, opening his mouth and licking the sides of her neck. Faye shivered beneath him, hooking her legs behind his back and trying to grind against his erection.
"Uh-uh," Tristan reached back and unhooked her legs. He smiled roguishly at her. "Me first."
Faye felt delicious desire spiking in her blood, centering between her legs as she watched him. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear as his hand went roaming on her body.
"I know you want this," his hand clasped the curve of her breast, encased in her black bra.
"And this," he trailed his fingers down her body, over her chest and her stomach -- where she quivered and arched toward him -- and teased with the ribbon on the top of her panties.
"You want me to touch you, don't you?" Faye nodded wordlessly, lifting her hips toward him but he kept following her movements. "Tell me what you want."
Faye looked at him, his eyes dark with arousal, a lock of his hair over his eyes. She arched closer to him as she spoke.
"Touch me. Make me feel good,"
Tristan's eyes flashed and he cupped her through her panties. Faye squirmed under him and he stroked her through the fabric. He could feel her clit swelling between her soft folds and he rubbed it slowly. Faye gasped. She was going mad. He kept rubbing her through her panties..if he didn't stop -- Tristan pulled his hand away and she opened her mouth on a note of protest but his hand returned and this time delved beneath the cotton of her panties.
Faye opened and closed her mouth as she felt his fingers tease her, going up and down the sides of her pussy lips. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Laughing lightly Tristan reached down and took her mouth. She lost herself in his kiss, his warm tongue delicious in her mouth, feeling each stroke between her legs as his fingers swept over her wetness. He poised two fingers at her entrance and she looked at him as he pressed them in gently. She felt herself open up to him and moaned low in her throat as he pushed deeper and stroked her where her ache was deepest.
"Tristan.. Tristan I can't.." Faye struggled against him as he pleasured her. She felt his hard cock heavy against her and reached down instinctively through the gap in his boxers and took his warm length in her hand. Tristan shuddered and paused for a moment but soon continued stroking her between her legs, moving his hips into Faye's hand in tandem with his stroking.
The pleasure grew and grew and Faye felt her eyes glazing over. Tristan saw it and slid down swiftly between her legs. Before she could react he pulled her panties down her legs, parted them and began to lick her pussy. Faye gasped quietly. Her thighs had already started to tremble and when she felt Tristan's head move between her legs, his tongue slipping into her moist folds she clasped her thighs about him and mindlessly moved her hips against his pleasuring mouth.
Tristan looked up at Faye's face. She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her. His cock ached but he pressed it against the bed and kept licking her, moving his head side to side against her pussy, feeding on her sweetness. When he felt her muscles start to tense he spread her pussy lips and pressed his mouth against her, moving his lips over her swollen flesh and licking deeper into her.
Faye gripped fistfuls of the bedsheets and bucked involuntarily against Tristan's face. She..she was coming..he was licking her so good, it felt so good, he wouldn't stop eating her as she came over and over, shuddering into his mouth.
When she had stilled Tristan lifted himself over her and smiled faintly.
"Hey you."
Eyes still closed, Faye smiled back.
"Hey yourself." Her small hand went down his stomach and grazed the outline of his heavy cock in his boxers. "Looks like somebody needs attending to."
Tristan almost blushed. He turned on his back following Faye's guidance. Her mouth looked bruised and her hair was in wisps about her face. She looked thoroughly sexed up.
He wasn't prepared when Faye slid between his legs, pulled cock out of his boxers and began sucking on him with gusto.
"Ahh.. a---hhhh Faye, Faye keep it..keep it slow or I'll.." Tristan worked his jaw, trying to regain his grip as he felt Faye's lips wrap around his length, licking up and down. Her mouth was liquid pleasure. He gritted his teeth and looked down. Not that the visual helped any -- seeing Faye between his legs, her eyes drugged and looking right back at him, his cock impaling her mouth, was enough to send him over.
With great effort Tristan reached down and pulled her up. He flipped her on her back, squealing lightly, pulled off his boxers and with one smooth move speared his cock deep into her. Faye gasped, rocking her hips back up towards him, wanting more of him. Tristan made a sound in his throat halfway between a growl and a moan and shoved his hips deeper into her. Her liquid center, so warm and tight around him. He pushed her higher up on the pillows with each thrust, heavy and uncontrolled, thrusting breathlessly into her. All he felt was the pleasure spiking, his flesh entering hers, her sweetness surrounding him, and he wanted more, more, more -- his hips flexed forcefully against her center, and she found herself close to the wall with each heave.
Faye moaned loudly with each thrust. Tristan's eyes were dark and unseeing. She reached up for his face and pulled him down. He kissed her as he drove into her over and over. She moaned, feeling the pleasure mount higher and higher inside. Looking up, seeing his face lost in pleasure and feeling him shove insistently inside her was too much and she felt herself riding out a deep orgasm.
Tristan felt Faye start to come. He pulled his cock almost out of her and slammed it back deeper. She writhed under him and he withdrew and pounded her harder. His own release was near -- he could taste it, but he had to draw out her pleasure first -- she was coming around him, her pussy clasping and releasing and he was helpless, plunging back into her and flexing his hips quicker, the sweet bloom of orgasm went over him and he came, jerking inside her.
Exhausted, he fell to the bed beside Faye. She reached for his arms and curled them around her.
In the corner of the room Kitty went to sleep.
