"What was that?" Spat Summer, almost on the brink of losing her cool.
"I'm just a nagging old man for a boyfriend, remember?" he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sorry, I can't give you what you need."
Summer blinked, her mind reeling, completely bewildered. He wasn't actually leaving her high and dry, was he? Frustration bubbled to the surface as she growled, "Fine, I get it. You got your revenge! Happy now?"
Tristan's smirk only deepened as he leaned down, his lips brushing hers but not kissing her fully. "Revenge?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Revenge isn't what I want, though."
Summer let out a frustrated groan, her body burning with need. "Ugh! Then what do you want?"
Tristan's expression shifted, the teasing replaced with something deeper. He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair. His eyes, once filled with playful mischief, now held a fierce tenderness, a passion that ran far deeper than lust.
"I want you to promise me," he said, his voice soft but firm, "that you'll never risk your life like that again. You're precious, Sam. Your life is precious. You can't... you won't gamble with it like that. I just want to see you safe and happy. Can you promise me that?"
Summer's heart clenched at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone overwhelming her. She could see the worry in his eyes, the deep, aching concern that weighed on him. He wasn't just angry—he was scared for her. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.
She nodded, her voice shaky but resolute, "I promise. I won't... I'll be careful."
Tristan's gaze softened as he kissed her forehead gently, a silent thank you. When he pulled back, Summer gave him a playful smile, her hands sliding up his chest as she teased, "Now... can I get my seductive, irresistible boyfriend back?"
Tristan chuckled, his cocky grin returning as he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over hers. "At your service, ma'am," he whispered before their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss.
His hands roamed her body with newfound urgency, one hand fondling her breast while the other slipped down between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing slow, teasing circles. Summer gasped into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders and back, pulling him closer as pleasure shot through her.
"Ohhh, Trish... so good..." she whispered, her voice trembling as her body arched into his touch.
Tristan gave a throaty groan in response, his breath hot against her skin as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a heated dance. His hand moved faster against her, pressing harder as her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him.
Summer's hands traveled down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his six-pack abs before slipping down to the waistband of his pants. She tugged at them impatiently, needing him just as much as he needed her.
"Ohhh... Samm," Tristan gasped, his voice rough with desire as he pulled back to strip away the rest of his clothes, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at her.
She took advantage of the moment, her hands roaming his bare chest, her fingertips grazing his skin, feeling the heat radiating from him. Her touch was both soft and firm as she explored his body, her lips following her hands. She kissed his neck, nipped at his earlobe, then trailed her lips down his chest, sucking gently on his skin, leaving marks as she went.
Tristan hissed in pleasure, his body trembling under her touch. He couldn't take it anymore. With a growl, he flipped her over onto her back again, pinning her beneath him. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking, licking, and biting lightly, making her gasp and moan, "Trishhh... pl..ohhh!"
His hand moved down between her legs again, teasing her clit with more urgency now, his fingers sliding through her slick heat as her moans filled the room.
"Ohhh, Trish... mmm... yes," Summer moaned, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Tristan's lips traveled lower, down her stomach, his tongue flicking against her skin, tasting the saltiness there. He kissed his way down to her thighs, nipping and biting gently, making her squirm beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Please... Trish... I-need..," Summer begged, her voice trembling with need.
Tristan smirked against her skin, his breath hot as he kissed his way back up her body, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her closer. "You drive me crazy," he murmured against her lips before kissing her again, his tongue demanding as his fingers slid inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.
"Ahh... take me please, Trishhh..." Summer begged, her body arching up to meet his touch, her hips grinding against his hand as the pleasure built, threatening to spill over.
Tristan's breath was just as labored, his own arousal evident as he pressed his body against hers, their heat mingling, the air thick with desire. He pulled his fingers out, positioning himself above her, and in one fluid motion, he was inside her, both of them gasping at the sensation.
"Ohhh... God, Sam... so good," Tristan groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he moved against her, their bodies locked in a heated rhythm.
Summer moaned his name, "Trishhh... yes, yes... damn!," her voice breathless as they moved together, the pleasure building higher and higher with his every deep thrust.
Their bodies rocked together in perfect sync, the sound of skin against skin filled the room as Tristan's thrusts grew faster and deeper, their moans growing louder as they both neared the edge.
"Trishhh... ohhh, I'm so close... ahhh," Summer gasped, her nails digging into his back as her body tensed, the pleasure too much to bear.
"Sam... ohhh... Sam," Tristan groaned, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate as they both teetered on the brink.
With one final thrust, they both came undone, their bodies trembling as they reached their climax together, screaming-growling each other's names as they were consumed by the raw, overwhelming pleasure.
"Ahhhh...Trish!" Summer cried out, her body shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Tristan groaned in response, his breath ragged as he buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he spilled into her.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding as they lay entwined, their breaths coming in short, labored gasps.
After a few seconds Tristan shifted their positions, Summer's head rested on his chest, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his skin as they basked in the afterglow.
Tristan kissed the top of her head, his arms wrapped around her tightly. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with love.
Summer smiled, her body still trembling from the intensity of their love-making. "Always," she whispered back, her lips brushing his skin as they continued their passionate ride for hours until they were completely exhausted, finally both drifted off to sleep, their bodies still intertwined.
As sunlight streamed through the curtains, Summer stirred awake, the warmth of the sheets enveloping her. She turned to the side, expecting to find Tristan beside her, but the other half of the bed was empty. A twinge of unease creased her brow. Where could he have gone?