Tristan pulled back and looked deep into Claire’s eyes. “You’re trembling. Are you sure you’re ready for this? We don’t have to hurry anything.”
“I’m very nervous,” Claire replied with a shy smile. “But that’s not the only reason I’m trembling, and you’re shaking as much as I am.”
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Tristan buried her face in Claire’s neck. “I’m nervous, too.
You’ve become so special to me in such a short time that it’s overwhelming.”
Touched by Tristan’s admission, Claire gently pulled her into another kiss so intense she barely realized that Tristan had already reached up the back of her shirt and unclasped her bra. However, when Tristan ran her fingers under the garment and stroked her nipples lightly, Claire gasped against Tristan’s mouth at the sensation that sent shivers up her spine.
Tristan released her hold on Claire’s body and stepped back.
Claire immediately tensed, fearing that Tristan would tell her she was not ready to continue what they started. Instead, Tristan looked at her neck and smiled. “Your skin blotches when you’re aroused.”
Claire turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Even in the glow of the candlelight, she could see the telltale signs of what she was experiencing clearly displayed on her face and neck.
Tristan moved in close behind her, staring into her eyes in the reflection, as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Claire’s eyes dropped from Tristan’s and watched as each loosened button revealed more of her own flesh.
Claire observed as Tristan slid her shirt down her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes slowly drifted back up and locked with Tristan’s as she did the same with her bra. Feeling exposed, Claire watched as Tristan’s eyes left hers and roamed over her body, following the trail her hands blazed across her bare skin.
Claire could feel and hear Tristan’s erratic breathing as she pressed her bare breasts into the skin of Claire’s back. Tristan’s hands moved over Claire’s quivering abdomen, reaching for the clasp of her shorts. Their eyes met again as Tristan slid Claire’s shorts and underwear together over her hips until they dropped freely to the floor. The roughness of Tristan’s jeans rubbed against Claire’s oversensitized skin as she freed her feet from her discarded clothes. Reaching behind her, Claire longed to free them of the last barrier of clothing that separated them when Tristan caught her hand and led her into the bedroom.
Tristan bent slightly to turn down the bed, and Claire took full advantage of the vulnerable position by grabbing Tristan around the waist with one arm and unzipping her jeans with her free hand.
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She felt Tristan stiffen against her. “Is there any reason why these are still on?” she whispered against Tristan’s ear. The word “no”
had barely escaped Tristan’s lips when Claire tugged the last of Tristan’s clothes from around her feet.
Grinning shyly, Tristan tugged Claire to her feet before lowering her body to the bed and lying on top of her. Both shuddered and groaned when their bare bodies pressed together for the first time.
Unable to resist the urge to pull Tristan closer, Claire wrapped her legs around Tristan’s as Tristan slowly ground herself against the part of Claire’s body that craved her the most.
As Tristan nibbled Claire’s bottom lip, she felt Claire’s body become tense beneath hers, and her erratic breathing made her acutely aware that Claire was close to going over the edge. Tristan pulled back as Claire whimpered, wanting the first time the blonde came for her to be put off as long as her partner could stand.
Kissing her way down Claire’s heaving chest, Tristan took her lover’s right nipple into her mouth and sucked gently as Claire writhed beneath her. Clasping Claire’s hands against her sides, Tristan held her in place as she made Claire nearly crazy by softly teasing both breasts mercilessly. Releasing her grip, Tristan kissed and nibbled her way down Claire’s stomach, slick with sweat, enjoying how the muscles quivered under her mouth and the salty taste of her skin.
Nestling between Claire’s legs, Tristan ignored the blonde’s pleas as she took her time reveling in the taste that was uniquely Claire. Wrapping her arms around the thighs that trembled against her face, Tristan relented and brushed her tongue over the place she knew would give Claire the release she was desperate for.
Claire was near the point of physical exhaustion, and every muscle in her body strained with tension. She had no control over the way her back arched off the bed. When Tristan’s roaming tongue concentrated on her clit, she was powerless to contain the scream that came from deep within her as her orgasm claimed her.
Tristan realized as she kissed and caressed Claire’s body that this was the first time she could consider sex making love. She was startled when she realized that this woman had already won her heart. With each kiss and caress, she was determined to make Claire feel what she could not bring herself to say yet.
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Climbing up to lie upon Claire’s limp body, Tristan positioned herself between Claire’s legs, ignoring her weak protests as she slowly ground herself against Claire’s wetness until she felt Claire respond by wrapping her trembling legs around hers. “Come again for me, Claire, I know you can,” Tristan whispered seductively in her ear as Claire’s body tensed beneath her, and another orgasm built within.
As Claire lay with her head on Tristan’s shoulder regaining her strength, Tristan nuzzled her hair, enjoying the scent of it. “It’s a good thing you’re in such good physical shape because I am far from finished with you,” Tristan whispered with a grin.
“Are you trying to kill me? I’m not sure I’m going to survive making love with you, Tristan,” Claire said as she sat up to drink the water that her lover had fetched for her.
“I want our first time to be memorable for you,” Tristan said with a chuckle as she stroked Claire’s nipple, causing her to nearly spill the water she was thirstily gulping.
“You have to allow me to conserve some energy, sweetie.
There’s so much I still want to do to you,” Claire said as she set the empty glass on the bedside table.
“There is something you can do for me right now,” Tristan said smugly as Claire’s brow raised in question.
“Straddle my hips,” Tristan said with a wicked grin.
Claire eagerly complied, looking forward to having the taste of Tristan’s skin in her mouth. As Claire bent down eagerly to devour the body beneath her, Tristan put a hand in the middle of her chest and pushed her upright. “That’s not what I have in mind, baby,”
she said, slipping her hand between Claire’s legs. The blonde moaned at her touch.
Slave to her desires, Claire gave in to Tristan, and her eyes fluttered shut as her lover filled her. Claire gasped when Tristan filled her completely. “You feel so good, Tris,” she said breathlessly as her body welcomed the intrusion.
“Move with me, Claire. Slowly. I want to see your face.”
Allowing Claire to set the pace, Tristan moved her fingers in time with her hips. She intently watched Claire’s expressions, illuminated by candlelight, which so easily mirrored the ecstasy she felt inside. Claire opened her eyes and stared into Tristan’s. It was at that moment that Tristan felt Claire contract around her 91
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fingers. When Claire closed her eyes again, Tristan watched as her pleasure overtook her.
Claire lay on top of Tristan for a while, recovering from another powerful orgasm. It felt so perfect being with her like this. She knew at that moment that she did not want to ever be apart from this woman with whom she felt so connected.