The restaurant takeout scattered throughout her kitchen on marble countertops. They devoured the carbonara between the two of them; the bruschetta long eaten. There was only one slice of tiramisu left; they left the other desserts waiting on the glass and dark wood coffee table, along with her purse and his phone.
There were far more pleasant meals to enjoy.
His lips pressed against her neck, kissing her heated skin, leaving wet petals of heat. She tried hard to fight against the sensation, her fingers gripping an unfinished glass of wine. When he moved to nibble her ear, his breath sending sparks along her nerves, causing a few drops of wine to hit her cherry wood floors as she shivered. She bit her lip, preventing a gasp from escaping as she managed control, "I still need to punish you."
Tristan cooed softly into her ear, his hand stroking her muscular thigh through that tight skirt. "Why?"
That breath was leaving goosebumps on her skin. She took a deep breath, her eyes shifting to the side, trying to look dismissive. "Because I still waited. All alone, gazing with deep emptiness out into the night…"
He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head as he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his hand crawling up that skirt, fingers leaving a burning trail against her thigh, "Babe, I'm wounded. Literally. Forgive me?"
She finally released a low moan that time, unable to help it when his touch made her toes twitch. His black shirt clung to his skin, barely hiding that lithe form she currently aching for. He was really distracting. "I will after I punish you."
He sighed softly in defeat, kissing her shoulder before giving a brief smile, "Okay. What is my punishment?"
She smirked, setting the glass of wine down on the table before turning to him, her hand pushing his away from her legs, "You can't touch me."
He flinched, his brow furrowing as he pouted, "That's not fair."
"Now, now, I can touch you. I can do whatever I want to you and trust me there are…" She bit her lip, her eyes looking at him and down, "So many things I want do to you. You just have to lie there…" She leaned her body against his, pushing him down against the couch, his head resting on the soft leather arm, "And let me."
He hissed, feeling some cuts react to the fabric of his shirt. However, looking up into those bright, warm eyes, feeling Ira's body firmly pressed against him, her powerful hips holding him down, he could not protest. In fact, he was finding her terms more than agreeable. "I can do that." He moved his hands behind his head, his hips jerking up a little to tease her, "I'm your prisoner. Punish me as you see fit."
Oh, he had to do that, didn't he? Had to say those words in that husky tone of voice, hips pressing against her. She shuddered, looking forward to the banquet underneath her. Her lips pressed against his, kissing him hungrily, forcing his mouth opened. He groaned in return, kissing her back as deeply as he could, their tongues and taste mingling together. He clasped his fingers tightly together, his face flushed against that messy and passionate kiss.
She cooed as his hips shifted up a bit against hers again. She pulled back from those soft, delicious lips to bite down on his earlobe in a warning, "Don't move like that. It's really distracting."
He flinched at that bit of pain before giving a wink, "A beautiful woman is on top of me. I can't help it."
She frowned, her mouth moving from his ear to his neck, her teeth pressing down at against the pale skin, "Behave…"
He gasped, biting his lip as she bit him. There was more than the pain he felt in that bite, a whimper escaping his lips, "O-Okay…"
That was quite the reaction. Tristan's voice weakened, a tinge of vulnerability mingling with concern and undeniable lust. She pulled back from his neck, gazing at that hint of red left on his porcelain skin; a tiny rose budding from a most welcoming place. She moved forward, giving that small bud a lick.
He gasped again, panting now as she paid attention to a weak spot, "I-Ira…"
This was very interesting. Ira's lips ran against his neck, gracing him with little kisses, "I want to give you a rose too." She parted her lips, pressing her mouth against his neck, and bit down again. This time she didn't let go; she pressed her teeth over his flesh as her lips slowly closed in, only to stop and give a long, hard suck on his sensitive skin.
He jerked, giving another whine, his fingers twitching against his hair, "Th-that hurts…" Yet that bit of pain and fire on his neck caused his hips pressed up against her, this time on instinct as he could not help his arousal.
She pulled back, her own hips pushing his back down, trapping him as she admired that large rose on his neck; petals of red blooming from a lovely purple center. She licked it, pulling back to let the cool air hit that liquid on the hot mark, the sensation making his head lean back. Her voice was low and warm against him, a slight growl in her throat, "Do you want more?"
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