Tristan pushed her gently onto the mattress, his fingers expertly unzipping the front of her pants before reaching down to her ass and peeling the jeans off her legs. She was now naked except for her skimpy white thong.
She reached out to unzip his pants, but he pushed her hand aside as he slithered out of them, boxers and all. The lines in his abdomen were like little canals that ran below his pectoral muscles. Cassidy couldn't resist the temptation to brush her fingers softly between them before he lay softly on top of her.
His cock was pushing hard against her pussy, her panties the only remaining barrier that stood between them.
Oh my god, he's big. The thought ran through her mind as his cock grinded against her groin.
He lifted her up into a sitting position, his thighs straddling her hips, her legs under his and wrapped around his ass. Locked together, he gazed down her breasts, his yearning written all over his face. He cupped both her breasts into the palm of each hand as he grazed her neck with a kiss.
His lips followed the curve of her shoulders down to the side of her breasts before he claimed one into his mouth and sucked. With his other hand, he fondled the other breast, playing with her nipple using his thumb and forefinger. Cassidy's back arched with pleasure as he alternately sucked on both nipples with his lips and tantalized with his tongue. She strained hard against him, moans of pleasure emanating from her lips.
He twisted suddenly and pushed her back onto the bed with him on top of her. He showered her belly with soft bites and wet kisses until he reached the triangle patch of her pubes. With one swift move, her thong was in shreds, as he casually tossed it aside.
"Open your legs wider," he commanded, and Cassidy obeyed like a robot.
She held her breath knowing what to expect, but still unprepared for the hot and cold flashes as his tongue assaulted her clit. His hot breath tickled the sides of her vagina as his tongue explored the insides of her thighs and every inch of her pussy.
Cassidy was breathing hard as she raised her head to look at him, but she couldn't stay upright long enough. She fell back onto the mattress as his tongue sucked her clit, sending her into a frenzy. His ministration was driving her insane as he peeped at her from between her legs. The wanton look in his eyes only managed to make her hornier, and she was never wetter than she was at that very moment.
She slumped down onto the bed as she climbed the apex of her orgasm. Every flick of his tongue against her smooth nub was indescribable pleasure, sending her higher and higher. She clawed at the sides of the bed as his tongue slipped lower and deeper inside her. She had reached her peak by the time he was back sucking on her clit.
A guttural scream escaped her lips as the first of a series of orgasms hit her like a tidal wave. She flounced on the bed like fish out of water. She wanted to control the tide that was sucking her in. But it was no use. She had no power over it as her body heaved and shook violently when the second orgasm hit her.
"I want you inside me," she begged him.
Tristan needed no second invitation as he clambered between her legs and mounted her. He positioned his cock onto her clit and rocked slowly back and forth. The feel of his hard dick rubbing against the velvety softness of her clit ignited her once again.
Cassidy was panting. She feverishly grasped onto the ephemeral sensation that propelled her to the edge of the abyss.
After a few more strokes on her over-sensitized clit, he rammed into her, pounding her repeatedly so that she was lifted partially off the bed. She steadied herself, meeting his thrusts in perfect harmony, lifting her hips so he could penetrate her even deeper.
Tristan's grunts were coming fast and Cassidy knew he was almost there. After a few more strokes, her pussy felt like it was ready to explode.
"I'm cumming … " Cassidy whispered.
Like a fuse that had reached the end of its wick, they ignited together in savage orgasm. Cassidy felt like her brain had exploded as she clung to him tightly with her arms and her ankles wrapped around his calves.
A few minutes passed before Tristan's heavy breathing subsided. His body writhed every now and then as he emptied himself inside her. Cassidy felt limp as a rag doll as her own quivering body settled down. The ringing in her ears disappeared, followed by a lethargy that swept from the tips of her hair down to her toes.
he hardly managed a peep as Tristan twisted on top of her and settled by her side. He raised her shoulders slightly and placed his arms around hers. Her head was nestled against his neck and her arms wrapped around his chest. Nothing felt safer. The world's troubles couldn't get to her. She could stay there forever, she thought.
It felt like home.
Tristan and Cassidy grew into a routine. No commitment. No spoken promises, but an easy way of being together. Cassidy kept her apartment in Queens but spent most nights with Tristan. He was courteous and affectionate. All the love-making kept her from her notebook in the evenings so she changed her schedule. She woke before Tristan and would go to the kitchen to wrote in the early mornings.
After about two weeks, she felt completely comfortable with him. The kitchen which was filled with every appliance known to culinary arts and a huge porcelain covered French stove covered with iron plates that heated from underneath. The coffee machine was built into the corner and it made delicious espresso. She made herself a cappuccino and settled in with her notebook. She was working on her fictional Tristan, caught up with crack-heads in a small town in Alabama, an innocent who met the wrong fate at the gas station.
"Morning," Tristan greeted with a sleepy smile.
"Good morning," Cassidy smiled as she quietly closed the notebook and sipped her cappuccino. "Want your black double espresso?" She got up to push buttons on the coffee stand.
"So what's this? A diary?" Tristan teasingly reached for the notebook.
"No!" Cassidy said with more edge to her voice than she meant. "It's my notebook."
"Oh?"
"It's … I guess … "
Tristan smiled. "Just can't get rid of that self-effacement, can you? We've got to work on that, Cass."
Cassidy knew he was right. There was nothing wrong with aspiring to be a writer.
"It's my journal. It's not a diary in the way you think. I write down snatches of conversation, or character descriptions, or, just names. You know, someone comes into the café and they tell me their name with the order. Sometimes a name just strikes me and I write it down."
"Ha! Did you write down Tristan?"
"I did. I mean it's not you, it's the name. It's hard to explain."
"Try me."
The coffee stand gave out a final hiss. Cassidy poured Tristan's espresso into a tiny cup and set it in front of him on the large kitchen table.
"I … well … someday I want to be a writer."
"So your notes are like snapshots. You write those sketches and then, eventually, you have a story. Is that it?
"Yes." Cassidy was relieved he understood. Somehow he got it.
"You capture people in words. I capture them with the camera. I think I know how the process works," he smiled as he sipped his espresso.
"I never thought of it that way. You're right … snapshots. I'm going to call them snapshots from now on." She gave him a big grin, her face lit with excitement.
Tristan reached his hand across and touched her arm. She felt the electricity shoot through her. His grey-green eyes looked into hers. "Cass, never be ashamed of your talents. It's a gift. Practice. That's what makes you go from good to great. I want to see you in here every morning writing away. If you don't want me to talk to you, just tell me."
Cassidy flushed with pleasure. She had much to learn and Tristan was such a gentle, understanding teacher.
"I'll let you know, but I like it when you talk to me."
"You do?" He grinned. "Like this? Take off your robe."
Cassidy flushed again. She felt the fires start burning inside. She stood up and slowly undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She took the waist tie and draped it around her neck like a scarf.
"Yes," Tristan breathed. He walked around the table and took her in his arms. She took the tie from around her neck and draped it over his head. "We don't need that," Tristan said as he tossed it to the floor. She felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen. She felt warm all over as she pulsed inside with desire.