59: In love

**Warning! Sexual content!**

**Tristan**

Eventually Calista had fallen asleep after an afternoon of exploring her new home, scratching at the floormats and indulging herself in some soft kitten food.

“Why don’t you freshen up, then we can have some dinner,” Lucien said. His eyes lay fixed on Calista who slept peacefully next to him.

Part of me wanted to be straightforward with him then already, but despite everything I was still rusty in the art of seduction and bordering lousy when it came to romance. And so, I refrained from provoking him then already. Instead, I told myself that I’d seek another opportunity, one which I was more comfortable with. And that opportunity came in the form of an empty bottle of body wash in Lucien’s shower. By then I was already completely naked in his shower and had turned the water on and so it seemed a little inconvenient for me to get out of the shower. So, I did what any logical person who had been in the same situation as me, would have done. I called for Lucien to bring me another bottle of body wash.

He knocked at the door before saying, “I’ll leave it right outside the door for you.”

*fuck*

If he did that then my entire plan would be foiled. And so, I began to think of something to say to convince him to come into the bathroom. In a panicked frenzy, the following left my mouth, “No don’t! I don’t want to wet the floors.”

It was a stupid thing to say, especially considering the fact that Lucien had rugs on the bathroom floor which would have done a more than sufficient job of preventing the floors from being soaked in water. That, and right next to the shower door was a towel I could have used to dry myself off.

I expected him to inform me of any one of the two of these things as another excuse to leave the bodywash outside of the door. But instead, and much to my surprise, the door handle moved downward, and the door swung open. Lucien entered the bathroom swiftly, but not once did he allow his eyes to wander to my naked body. Instead, he cast his eyes down as he approached the shower. I scoffed silently to myself as I observed how he enclosed his hands into tight fists and clenched his jaw as he tried his best not to let his clear curiosity get the best of him.

He stopped just outside of the shower door, bent down and placed the bodywash on the floor. He was about to turn around and leave and I was about to let him when suddenly my desire got the best of me. I slid open the shower door, grabbed at his hand and pulled him into the shower with me. His body was frozen stiff against mine and he clenched his jaw harder than before. I could feel his heartbeat racing against my bare chest, and I could see how red his face had become and how clouded in desire his eyes were as they stared down at my chest.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing.” He mumbled through gritted teeth.

Honestly? I had no fucking clue myself. Dragging him in here was an impulsive move on my part and I hadn’t thought of what was supposed to follow. Nonetheless, this was the most contact I’d managed to get out of him in weeks and despite my nervousness and embarrassment I wasn’t planning on letting this opportunity slip. And so, I told tell him everything I’d been holding back on.

“I… I just wanted you close to me Lucien. You keep avoiding touching me, and I know that you’re unsure about us, but your uncertainty has never made you this distant towards me before… is there something wrong with me?”

Lucien looked up into my eyes and his softened immediately. “Of course not Tristan-“

“Then why do you refuse to touch me?” It came out louder and more aggressive than I meant, but did a good job of getting my point across because the next thing I knew, Lucien’s lips were on my neck in a heated frenzy. I moaned out loudly and threw my head back and shut my eyes tightly. I’d begun to throb between my thighs and that familiar tightness strung itself around my stomach, weaving threads of burning desire.

“Fuck…” I uttered as he made his way down to my chest and placed soft kisses at the top of my breasts. I slowly tangled my fingers into his wet hair and tugged gently at it as he allowed his soft tongue to graze at my right breast. His movements were teasing and soft and made me crave him more and more. My skin was now on fire, burning up wherever his hands would slide: my waist, my hips, my thighs and then right between them. I gave a loud yelp as he lifted me and used the wall to hold me up while he anchored my thighs on his hips. Then he placed a gentle kiss in the centre of my chest before turning his head and taking my breast into his mouth. I bit hard at my lower lip, distorting the loud moan which escaped my mouth and arched into him as his tongue twitched against my nipple. He let his tongue run wild against my breasts for a moment longer before turning the water off. By then we were both drenched, and his poor clothes were no exception.

Slowly he walked the both of us out of the shower, still gripping at my thighs. His mouth sucked and kissed at the sensitive skin on my neck and the more he explored the harder I tugged at his hair making him growl softly.

It didn’t take long before he threw me onto his bed and climbed on top of me. A deep carnal look decorated his red eyes, and, in their reflection, I could see that mine had turned a bright shade of blue.

“Is this what you want?” He said in a deep, husky voice.

I bit my lip and nodded, unable to speak as I stared up into his eyes. He let a growl rip from his chest before gripping at my wrists and pinning them onto the bed. Then he brought his face closer to mine, so close that I could feel his hot breath against my lips as he spoke. “Then say it Tristan. Tell me that this is what you want. I want to hear it leave your lips.”

“I…” But I couldn’t get it out of my lips. I was paralysed in excitement. It almost seemed as though my entire body trembled beneath him. Every sense of mine was heightened to an almost uncharted degree. It was then that I realised that this time was different. I was different and my feelings were different. It was no longer just pleasure for me, there were feelings attached and they now rendered me speechless.

Lucien soon grew impatient with my lack of ability to be verbal with him and so he instead spread my legs apart. Slowly his hands explored every inch of my legs, sliding skilfully across my skin. I squirmed against him, and he hissed before pressing more of his weight down onto my body, preventing me from moving any further.

Suddenly his hands were replaced by his tongue which was just as skilful at roaming my skin, dare I say even more so. He sucked and licked and bit teasingly at my inner thighs and once I was desperately whimpering and pleadingly wanting, he suddenly stopped and smirked down at me wickedly.

“You still haven’t done what I’ve asked, Love. Now, if you want me to fucking drive your body over the edge and deliver your senses to the gates of heaven then I suggest you open your pretty little mouth and tell me exactly what I want to hear. Otherwise, I’ll carry on teasing you and I’ll push you right to the edge over and over again and torture you like a demon in hell.” As he said this, he rubbed the tip of his finger teasingly between my thighs, gently caressing at my wet folds. I writhed underneath him and tried to push my hips upward, craving more friction. Lucien tsked and decided to remove his fingers from me immediately.

He’d given me a taste and now I wanted more, desperately so. I yearned so much for his touch that again, I attempted to speak, and this time it seemed my desperation was on my side.

“Y-yes… th-this is what I-I want…” I mumbled out incoherently. For a moment I wondered whether or not he could understand anything I’d said. My answer came when he smirked and spread my legs farther, before bringing his lips right to my entrance.

I cried out the moment I felt his warm, wet tongue sliding between my folds. My cries only grew louder as he flicked his tongue violently against my clit. The feeling was so pleasurable and so addictive that it was all I could focus on. My toes curled and uncurled, and my hands began to grip tightly at his sheets.

He tightened his grip on my thighs before whispering against me, “Moan for me Love.”

And to ensure that I obeyed he suddenly stuck a finger inside of me. My back arched and I let out a surprised moan as I adjusted to the feeling of his finger. I could feel myself throb and tighten around it and once he’d gotten deep enough, he slid another finger inside.

“Oh fuck! Fuck Lucien!” I yelled out uncontrollably.

“Do you like that?” He asked in a dark and seductive tone.

“Y-yes!” I cried out as he started to move his fingers out.

“Good girl!”

I tightened around him the moment he said that, and he immediately stopped pulling his fingers out of me. Instead, he smiled and rubbed his fingers gently against my wet walls.

“You like it when I call you a good girl, don’t you Love!”

I was so far-gone and high on pleasure that my mouth moved on its own and responded to him immediately and just in the way he wanted. “Y-yes Lucien.”

“Good girl. Now beg me for more like the nasty, horny, dirty girl you are.”

“P-please! Please Lucien! Give me more!” I pleaded.

“I think you can do better than that, Love. Tell me what I should do with my fingers.” I was covered in sweat by now and my body was so hot I swore I had a raging fever. But when added to the immeasurable pleasure that engulfed every inch of my skin, it all felt so hellishly good. I’d do anything for him at this point and I’d say anything he wanted.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled as he placed a third finger inside of me. “Fuck Lucien! I want you to fucking shove your fingers deeper inside of me and fuck me with them until I can’t take it anymore. Fucking make me cum!”

“What a dirty mouth you have…” he said before plunging his three fingers deep inside of me, “I think I’m just going to have to clean it out.”

And that’s when his lips pressed up against mine leaving me speechless and in a state of complete and utter shock. My lips remained frozen against his for a moment as I tried to process what he was doing, afraid that I was so horny that I had imagined it. It wasn’t until his tongue brushed against my lower lip that I was convinced that Lucien was actually kissing me. Finally, I moved my lips against his and opened my mouth to grant his tongue entrance. Lucien was an amazing kisser and skilfully invaded my mouth with his tongue. The feeling of his lips against mine was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Lucien was certainly not my first kiss, but the way he moved his lips against mine made it feel as though he was. My arms wrapped around him, feeling the fabric of his wet clothing brush against my skin.

In the next moment Lucien had begun to move his fingers again as his lips still passionately moved against mine. But his movements were no longer teasing. Instead, he moved them deeply inside of me and then pulled them out vigorously. He continued pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, until I was so overwhelmed by the thrilling sensations of his warm lips against mine and his fingers against my tightening walls that I couldn’t hold back anymore. I felt the tightness in my stomach intensify into a tight knot before it completely released. I shuddered against Lucien as I came hard all over his fingers and throbbed violently as the waves of the aftermath pulsed through me. Lucien then gently removed his fingers from me and pulled away from me before rolling off of my body and lying alongside me. We immediately fell into a sense of silence before our steamy escapades had taken its toll on my body and my eyes drifted shut. But just before I drifted off into a deep sleep a sudden realisation struck, and for the first time in my relationship with Lucien, my feelings were finally made clear to me. I was, without a doubt in love with him.