His Darling

Chapter Eleven

WILLOW

Okay, wow. Who knew how aroused I could get by just being thrown on a bed? I had instantly been turned on ever since he brought me to his photography room, where at least a dozen of the pictures were of me. I never even knew he took pictures. A few of the times we hung out, but I just figured he was taking pictures of the nature – never me. 

These pregnancy hormones were making me horny all the time, and Tristan insisted on spending time with me. I was just to the point where I didn't care how I would feel afterwards. I needed him more than I needed my own breath, and that was kind of important for my survival. 

"I will give you one more out." Tristan whispered at me. 

"The four times in the other room wasn't enough for you?" I joked with him. 

"I just don't want you to regret something in morning, or in the next hour." He told me and that warmed me up. He really cared what I thought of this, most guys would only be concerned with their needs. It was nice he was speaking to me so gently. 

"Just don't be gone when I wake up?" I asked him and he laughed to himself. 

"This is my house – where would I go?" He questioned and he was damn right. I kissed him; he was hovering over me, so he wasn't exactly where I wanted him – he wasn't close enough. But I was making do with it. I instantly tasted his tongue with mine and I thought I was going to melt away. I forgot how good this was, how intoxicated he tasted. 

"God, you are too tempting. How will I ever get enough of you?" he asked me, and I giggled. 

"Right now, you don't have to." I told him and began kissing along his neck. I learned that was his weakest spot and all the sounds he let out went straight to my vagina and I loved it. I went a little hard on the sucking, only because it made him moan senseless and it drove me mad. If a mark wasn't already present, one would be tomorrow. I lowered my attacks of kisses down his chest, with my hands under his shirt insisting he let me take it off – he complied eventually. But by simply ripping it off in a rushed manner. 

"Are you okay?" I asked and giggled. 

"You are driving me insane – so yes." He told me and went to kiss his bare chest.

 "God, you would not believe how many nights I dreamed of your lips on me again, desired it." When he said that, it gave me an idea. I continued to kiss down his chest until I reached his jeans and belt buckle. I continued to kiss his lower abdomen as I unbuckled his belt – it was distracting him for a brief moment. 

"Whoa, there what are you doing?" he asked as he tried to make me leave his belt alone. I gently kissed his hand and shooed him away. 

"I just want to try something – I have never done this before." I told him and I instantly heard him groan in frustration. "Will you guide me?" I whispered and looked up at him. 

"God, Willow. You are looking at me like that from down there has me nearly coming in my pants like a fucking highschooler." He continued to groan on, and it just made me beam with joy. Now that he wasn't protesting anymore, I was able to actually unbuckle his belt. 

I threw it across the room near his shirt and gently went to unbutton his jeans – he helped me remove the denim material. Once they were gone, I could visibly see the bulge that I have been feeling against me all night. I instantly went out to reach for it, over his boxers and started to massage him. 

"God, Willow. You are torturing me, relentlessly." He called out to me – I could hear the arousal in his voice, and it made me happy that it was all for me.