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seemed
comfortable enough with that.
    He
hesitated.
    A guilty
flicker in his eyes said that he did want to.
    Waiting
for him to answer, she removed her jumper and tossed it onto the
empty armchair. The fire was hot enough, but kissing Tristan had
set her burning so fiercely that she was flushed. She adjusted the
straps of her black camisole top and then turned back to face
Tristan. He was staring at her chest.
    “ Is that underwear?” His mouth was agape.
    She
laughed. “No. Women wear clothing like this now. It’s hot and I
don’t want to boil to death in that jumper.”
    He
swallowed hard.
    “ Where was I?” she said, voice low and sultry, and knelt before
him again. Her hands ran up the length of his thighs towards his
hips. She felt them shaking.
    Her eyes
held his, waiting for his answer.
    He was
silent. The material of the armchair creaked under the pressure of
his fingertips as he gripped it harder.
    “ Here?” she said and pressed a kiss to the left of his navel
and then another to the top of the line of dark hair that led
downwards into his trousers.
    When she
looked up at him, he nodded. She dipped her head again and kissed a
little lower. He sighed shakily and she glanced up to see he had
his eyes closed again. His head pressed into the back of the
armchair. Every muscle tensed before her eyes when she reached the
waist of his trousers.
    She
paused and looked down at them, at the hard outline of his erection
pressed against the black material. Her eyes flicked to the
fastenings.
    Her
eyebrow rose.
    “ Erm... how the hell do you open these?” She laughed at how
dumb she sounded. She’d never encountered trousers that didn’t have
a fly.
    His hands
trembled as he undid them for her and then froze over his crotch.
She looked up to meet his eyes. They were wide again and the edge
of fear was back. Taking hold of his hands, she smiled warmly at
him and slowly removed them. Her own hands shook when she opened
his trousers and freed his erection. It lay against his stomach in
a nest of dark curls, hard and long, begging her to touch it. She
took a deep breath and then leaned over.
    He made a
garbled noise of protest that she ignored. The only way to conquer
fear was to face it. It was time he learned that and how
pleasurable it could be to have a woman’s mouth on him.
    She
kissed gently up his length and then took hold of it. She pulled
down to reveal the sensitive crown and ran her tongue over it. He
groaned and grasped the arms of the chair again. His legs shook
against her. She licked again, eliciting another moan from him that
made her smile. If he was moaning now, he’d be dying in a
second.
    Opening
her mouth, she wrapped her lips around his length and took him
inside. His hips eagerly bucked forwards and he breathed a heavy
groan. She pressed her free hand into his stomach to restrain him
and pulled back, sucking gently on his shaft. Keeping the rhythm of
his cock gliding in and out of her mouth slow, she closed her eyes
and focused everything on him. He moaned with each slide of his
length into her and when she sucked him a little harder, he tried
to buck again. A shaky hand found her shoulder and held it. She
smiled at this little show of hunger and dominance. His other hand
claimed her hand that pressed against his stomach. She swirled her
tongue around the head of his erection and he groaned.
    “ Stop... I...”
    She
stopped, sensing how close he was by the tightness of his length.
Her eyes met his and she jerked her hand along the length of his
erection, sending him crashing over the edge. His hips shot up as
he came, warm seed splattering his stomach and her hand. His face
contorted, his eyes screwing shut as he panted and arched away from
the chair. His hand crushed hers.
    When he
was calm again, she released his softening length and went to the
table against the wall. She took some of the tissues from the box
there and cleaned her hand before bringing some back with her and
wiping the semen