I spread my legs a little more, canting my hips up to give him a clear invitation. "Do whatever you want to me," I said into the pillow. "I'm all yours."
It came out muffled, but Tristan's hearing compensated. He groaned and thrust against my ass again. "You won't be able to walk tomorrow," he warned me. "And we're having guests."
"Which means we'll need to be quiet for a few days," I countered. "Make me scream tonight."
He did. At length. Until I knew I'd need to make up some excuse for my sister about my hoarse voice, like allergies.
By the time Tristan finished with me, I was sprawled in the messy blankets, limp and come-drenched and flushed and barely able to open my eyes.
He pulled out of me as carefully as he could, but I still moaned at the sensation. And I wanted him back.
