Black Heart
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No matter how badly she wanted this, he was hurt. She just couldn’t do anything to cause him any more pain, even unintentionally. So she backed away from his touch as she desperately tried to convince herself that it was for the best.
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"We shouldn't be doing this, Tristan. For that matter, you should be in a hospital.”
Tristan stopped rubbing his chest to move closer to her. "I'm fine, sweetheart. It's just a little sore. That's all," he said soothingly, which was somewhat true. It also hurt like a bitch, but he wasn't about to tell her that and wreck this moment. They’d waited too long and wasted too much time to get here and nothing and no one was going to wreck this for them.
Marty shook her head stubbornly. The action cascaded her gorgeous brown hair around her face, making her even more beautiful. Tristan leaned down and traced a line from her navel to her right breast with his tongue, earning a small gasp from Marty as she trembled.
"If I feel any pain we'll stop, okay?" he said, knowing there was nothing on this earth that would stop him from having her. Not after almost losing her for good.
"You promise?" she asked on a soft moan and he knew that he had her.
"I promise," he said, flicking his tongue over one very hard nipple.
He moved back up her body and pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth, making her breaths come quicker. “I’m going to make this good for you. I swear it,” he swore. Before she could respond, he was yanking her shoes, pants and panties off.
She suddenly realized that she was naked, na**d in front of Tristan Black who was still practically dressed. She moved to cover herself only to find her hands suddenly pinned down by her sides. She watched nervously as Tristan looked her over and realized that she was afraid that he’d be disappointed with what he saw.
“You’re so beautiful….so beautiful….” he murmured reverently as he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against her stomach.
Marty choked back a sob as he continued to press soft kisses against her stomach. She’d never seen a look of such devotion and love on anyone’s face before and the fact that it was for her shocked and amazed her. Tristan quickly broke through her thoughts with the first lick, damn near making her jump off the bed.
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He couldn’t believe they were doing this. Years of fantasies didn’t even come close to the real thing. She was so beautiful, so responsive, so his. He nearly came in his pants when he saw those neatly trimmed bronze curls between her legs. He fought for control as he pressed a soft kiss to the curls and then because he really couldn’t help himself he ran his tongue over her slit. Her h*ps bucked, almost throwing him off. He released her hands and grabbed her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed. There was no getting away from him now.
Twenty-nine years old was too old to lose his virginity, he decided as he greedily licked her. There was no finesse or skills involved in this, much to his shame. This was pure unadulterated hunger and he was ravenous.
Never in his life had he tasted anything sweeter than Marty’s juices. He greedily lapped her up, barely aware that her legs had opened wider to give him more access or that she was gripping his hair and screaming his name.
He suckled her little firm nub between his lips and flicked his tongue against it, somehow knowing that she would love it before he licked her thoroughly and dragged his tongue down to her core. He was on automatic when he flicked his tongue around her core before he slid it inside her slowly, making her moan. He thrust his tongue inside of her the way he wanted to with his cock. He swirled it around and retreated only to do it again. The walls around her core began to tighten around his tongue. He did it again and again until he heard Marty’s scream and felt her walls tremble around his tongue. Still he didn’t stop. Not until Marty was trying to drag him away by his hair and he was close to exploding in his pants.
Tristan wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before moving up her body. He kissed and licked his way up until he was once again kissing Marty’s beautiful mouth. She kissed him desperately as her hands roamed over his back. He pressed his h*ps between her legs and thrust firmly, desperate for the motion.
“Please, Tristan,” she sobbed against his mouth as she pushed up to meet his thrusts.
Still kissing her, he raised up and with one hand, freed himself and tried to push his pants down, but his damn left arm wasn't co-operating. Marty helped as best she could, shoving his pants down with her hands and feet until his pants were pooled around his knees. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him down towards her seconds later.
Nervousness surfaced as he positioned himself at her core. His entire body shook with excitement as he tried to force his mind away from what they were about to do. It didn’t matter that it felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to do, he couldn’t get past the fact that he’d never actually done this before. He was going to make love to Marty for the first time in his life and he was going to be horrible.
He pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away. “I’m really sorry,” he said, panting hard as he fought for control. The tip of his erection was now at her hot wet entrance. Shit. He wasn’t going to last very long.
“Why?” she asked as she writhed beneath him, demanding he do more than just hover over her.
Through clenched teeth he said, “This isn’t going to be very good.”
He watched as confusion slowly broke through her lust. “Why?” she asked in a daze.
He took a deep breath and pulled back slightly. “Because you’re my first,” he announced as he thrust forward.
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Marty gasped as he slid inside of her. He was so large and thick. She felt like she was being ripped in half. She couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He was a virgin? She never would have guessed, especially after he’d just given her three rather intense orgasms. At the moment the burning sensation and feeling like she was being torn to shreds took her mind away from the initial shock.
She dug her fingers into his back as he pushed in further. He kissed her neck. “You are so tight,” he said, sounding pained. All she could do was nod, afraid that any real attempt to answer him would turn into screams of pain. Bob had not prepared her for Tristan. Compared to Tristan, Bob was the size of a toothpick.
“Am I hurting you?”
She opened her mouth to lie to him, but instead a sob broke free. She didn’t want to hurt him. She loved him. No matter how much he pissed her off, she loved him. Always had and always would.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Tristan said as he moved to pull out of her, but she held him right where he was. It might hurt now, but she knew without question that it would get better in time…hopefully soon.
“Just give me a minute to get used to you,” she whispered as she shifted beneath him. She felt so unbelievably full and he wasn’t even in her all the way. That thought was a bit frightening so she pushed it aside for the moment.
“Let me pull out,” Tristan said and she could tell from his expression that was the last thing that he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
“Tell me,” she pleaded. She needed to hear it, needed to focus on something other than the pain. She assumed using Bob would take away any discomfort of losing her virginity. Boy, had she been wrong.