A Little Nip

Tristen could hear the shower begin to start. He sat back resting his head on the back of the couch staring at the ceiling. He really didn’t want to be there. He’d rather be with her. Just the thought of her naked body with the water dripping off it made him nuts. He closed his eyes thinking get rid of the images. It didn’t. He began to think of her cleaning herself soaping her breasts, lathering her body, he made him ache in all the wrong places. He couldn’t handle it. With a quick action, he removed himself from the couch. The next thing he knew he was through her bedroom door and standing in front of the closed bathroom door. He stared at it for a while thinking to himself should he go through. A shaky hand ran through his hair. What was he doing? He needed to take things slow. Yet he needed to be by her, wanted to be next to her. Backspace, every fiber of his being wanted to be buried in her.

His hand found its way to the doorknob, though it would not turn. Before he could turn the shower stopped. Yet he’s still was standing there, as if his body were led in his feet were in cement.

He pulled his hand away, then was able to take a step back. The door swung open and Peyton stood there wrapped in a towel, her hair still a bit damp. She rose her eyes to look at him and let out a gasp.

“What are you doing?” She stopped quite in stared at him. Taking her hand to white knuckle the towels so close to her body that had it had nowhere to move.

Tristen stood their arms at his side. His glance moved to the floor. “I could not help myself."

“Help yourself to what? Coming in here? You going to spy on me, weren’t you?" One hand went to her head. “You wanted to see me naked?" She wasn’t sure she liked that.

“Yes, I could not help myself. The need is too great." He looked up at her trying to see if she could understand.

“And what if I screamed or tell you to get out?” She put some force into the words to get him to see the error.

“I am not sure. All I know is my body needs you, it craves you, and I cannot seem to think of anything else.” Tristen hoped she felt the same way too. Part of the towel came down and showed some of the top of her creamy white breast. His body started to seize a bit right there. He couldn’t help himself now. He closed the space between them and brought his mouth to first. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her too close to him. The towel came undone then fell to the floor. They were so close that they were skin to skin. Steam from the bathroom rolled out and wrapped around them. He deepened the kiss and she seemed to lose her footing. She seems to have a way of doing that.

Peyton melted all the way to the floor. Whatever she was thinking was gone. Her brain was Jell-O. She gave in to the kiss and found her hands wrapped around his neck. Peyton knew the towel had fallen to the ground she didn’t care. Butterflies flew through her stomach and down her legs. Sparks went off little by little in between her legs. Next, her breasts swelled and peaks formed. They ached so badly. All she wanted was for it to go away. She knew that all it took was his mouth on them. And she wanted that so much.

Tristen hands slowly ran down her back and cupped her backside. It lifted her just enough that she had no choice but to let him carry her. He turned her and walked her to the bed. Gently setting her butt on the side he bent her back until she laid on top of it.

“The door, close the door!" She said breathless press enter he was there in a second. Closing it and joining her back in the same position. She called a bit more up on the bed to better position herself. Her hands caught his pants so as he returned to kiss her. She tried to speak through the kissing.

“Pants, your pants, get rid of them. There’s too much clothes on." She tried to remove the article from him but was fumbling in trying to get it off.

Tristen pulled away and unbutton them. Peyton watched as they slid down his hips and legs. The Bulls that was apparent in every right way now. Peyton quickly rose a hand to her mouth and let out a gasp. It was so large she never seen something so big. Shocked formed her face. Would it be able to fit? Oh Lord, he would rip her into. She shook her head a bit. A scared shaky feeling came over her.

Tristen could sense something was wrong. She went from a crazed woman to a scared child too quickly. He looked at her and took a step. “What’s wrong?” He was concerned about what was it that made her so scared.

Peyton stumbled on her words, gently removing her hand. “You’re huge!” Her eyes were settled on his caulk. She swore to herself that it jumped on its own at the statement.

Tristen sported a little smile. He stocked in her direction to her. When he got close he set one hand on the bed, the other on her leg. They began to run his hand up to it slowly oh so slowly. Goosebumps formed and heat mixed with wetness began to pull from her feminine core.

“How long has it been Peyton?” Tristen stared right into her eyes. Small inhales came out of her throat. “Tell me Mon petit trésor, how long?”

“Too long.” Payne choked out. Her eyes closed as his hands traveled to her thigh. As he moved to the inner part of her thigh, her head fell back. His thumbs glaze along her core, finding some of the wetness there and wiping it away. He brought his thumb to taste the liquid. Flicking his tongue then sucking at it trying to get all of it in his mouth. She tasted like honey.

“You taste as good as the smell.” Tristen’s eyes turned deep with possession. As if the predator was ready to come out and attack her. Peyton laid on the bed, her hair spilled out around her. She raised her hand to flick a finger at him, beckoning him to come to her. He moved in her direction slowly stalking her, placing his body over her. His body towered over the frame of her. She wiggled a bit to move into position, but he was already there.

Tristen placed both hands on either side of her head and bent down to kiss her lips. Payton reached under his torso to take hold of his large man. The moment her hand made contact a large moan left Tristen’s throat. She stroked it once then twice before placing it right at the entrance of her slick entrance. Then with a push of her hips, the tip began to emerge into her. Tristen had no control but to thrust himself into her. The moment he did stars burst behind his eyes as pleasure rushed into him like a wrecking ball hitting him. He stopped and stared at her. It was amazing she made himself feel like this. However, the action of him just staying there saving the feeling made patent impatient.

Payton moved her hips again up-and-down. Clamping down on his membrane. It was making Tristen come undone. Sweat beaded on his brow and a small drip fell and hit Peyton’s lips. He tried to focus on the bead running down her lip instead of the intense feeling he was experiencing. He needed to get her to slow down or it was going to be short-lived.

She moved again and erotic feeling moved from the pit of his stomach to his toes. Tristen pull out fast and stood to look at her.

Peyton lifted herself onto her elbows. Confusion and grief-filled her. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?" She began to set up to look at him better. Tristen held up a hand. “On the contrary, I like it too much. You need to slow down or we both will be not able to really enjoy this. I want to do this right, not like this. This is going too fast, I fear that I may not last with what you are doing.”

Blush rushed onto Peyton’s face fast. “I’m sorry it’s been so long and it feels so good." Peyton said guiltily. “I can’t control myself.”

Tristen moved with a blur of speed. He moved to take a hold of her mouth again. His lips skimmed hers. She reached for him enclosed to contact. She lightly nipped at his lips and pulled. Tristen reached down and grabbed the rock old manhood and gently slid it back into her. Peyton exhaled with the action. As Tristen began to move his tongue darted out to play with Peyton’s. She smiled. As they dance with their tongues she went for his lip again to nibble. This time it was a bit rough and she drew a bit of blood. Tristen sped up with his thrusts. Is set off a fire in him and he couldn’t stop. Payton tongue slightly lapped the blood. She couldn’t imagine anything taste so good. It was spicy with a sweet nest to it. Not coppery like how most but days when he cut your finger. She didn’t mean to bite him but in the heat of the moment, it just felt like something she needed to do. She drew away from his lips to tell him sorry after all his thrusts were pulling her body and mind into a different dimension. She laid her head back on the bed and grabbed the back of him with her hands. Pulling him close to her. Wanting him deeper. Her nails right at his back and into his buttocks. Tristen had no choice but to speed up.

“Tristen oh God I’m going to come don’t stop, oh God." Peyton’s breathing began to get labor with each push of him. She wanted to let out screams and moans but tried so hard to be quiet for the girls.

Tristen grabbed her hips and pushed deeper, faster, he wasn’t going to last indefinitely not giving up. Her little whimpers and gaps for air just made him want to keep going to please her. Somewhere a rumble came out of his throat and he let it all go.

Peyton could feel him grow inside her which only high in the feeling. A rush grew in her and then everything tightened. The orgasm was so powerful her head went numb. Her nails dug into him as she let out a small cry.

Tristen held her in place for a moment to allow her to release her vice. That she relaxed he continued to pump to milk what was left.

Peyton’s body fell into Jell-O as she laid there breathing heavily. Her head continues to become clear since it felt like she had blanked out with pleasure. Press enter Tristen removed himself from the top of her and flopped onto his back to the right side of her. His breathing was fast as well. He closed his eyes to calm his heart. Then he reached out a hand to lay on Payton's stomach to make sure she was calming down.

“Wow, just wow" Peyton said in between breaths.

“So that is how it feels!" Tristen replied breathless back.

“That was incredible. I’ve never felt like that before.” Peyton turned her head to look at him.

Tristen smiled. Then winced a bit. His tongue darted out to the small bite on his lip. He drew his fingers to the injury and touched it. Then brought his fingers out to inspect. “You bit me." There was a bit of humor and shock to his voice.