Trystan
“ARE YOU OKAY to walk a little way?” My voice is laced with concern over her injury, which wasn’t that long ago.
Giggling she replies, “I am not an invalid. Driving was cleared yesterday and actually I feel pretty good. Other than the nasty scar that will be a reminder on my forehead, I am good.” Her tone changes at the mention of the scar.
Her hand still in my grasp, we continue our trek. She doesn’t know but I am bringing her to my house. I want her to see how much she has been part of my thought process over the years.
“Your injury seems to healing well. Are the doctors under the impression it will scar permanently?”
“They aren’t sure, unfortunately. It was a deep wound so the probability is likely. Time will tell, I guess. They did mention some facial scar revision surgery if the healing isn’t to my liking. So I guess that is a positive. Options. I would prefer to not have the constant reminder marring my skin of that night. Ya know?”
“I get it. But can I say something?” I stop and stand right in front of her. Looking directly into her honey brown eyes, with conviction I say, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Scar or no scar, you own that title for me. Your beauty transcends your actual appearance.”
She’s staring into my eyes, looking intently. She bites her lip and I lose it. Kissing her is my only option in this moment. More than I need my next breath, I need her lips on mine. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, softly at first. Gauging her response before I go all-in. She sighs contently into my mouth, and that is all I need as encouragement to deepen the kiss. Twelve years of wasted time is shared between our lips and tongues. The ferocity and passion coming from both of us could cause me to embarrass myself on this street.
Breaking the kiss, not because I want to, but because I have to, I grab her hand again. Growling, I say, “We need to keep moving. You’ll unman me on the street if we keep that up.”
Snickering, she replies, “Slow down. Little legs here. You’ve got like a foot on me, remember? Besides, what’s the hurry?”
“Cheekiness doesn’t suit you, Sunshine,” I chastise her with sarcasm laced in my voice. Slowing my pace, we continue our trek to my house. A few houses separate us from our final destination. Stopping in front of the house, I watch her reaction.
“Trystan, is this the house? It is, isn’t it? Did you paint it? It used to be white, if I remember correctly. God, how much work did you put into this? I knew it had potential. From the beach I couldn’t tell really, but this is the house I always said I wanted,” she chatters on. “Can I see the inside? Remember when we were younger, and I would talk endlessly about what the inside of this house must look like?”
“I remember. And of course you can see the inside. That’s why I brought you here. To say I am proud of all I have done to restore and renovate this place is an understatement. I only hope I did it justice.” Apprehension is apparent in my voice. When remodeling this place, I tried to recollect everything she had told me over the years about this place. Maybe that is insane to some, but even though she wasn’t here, I felt closer to her by making this house into everything she imagined and dreamed over the years.
Excitement lights up her eyes and she makes a beeline up the steps. The front porch is one of my favorite spots. Wicker furniture adorns the space. Sitting in any of the seats available affords you a view of sand and water as far as you can see. Off to the corner is a porch swing. A porch swing isn’t my thing, but it was one of the things I distinctly remember her sharing about the porch, and what should be on it.
“Is that a porch swing? Oh my God, Trystan, it’s perfect. What a great place to get lost in a book. I am not going to lie, but I am jealous as hell right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love my home. I feel closest to Gigi and Gramps there, but this. This is spectacular and I have only seen the porch.”
Her excitement is what I was hoping for when I brought her here. “Shall we see the rest?”
“Yes,” she exclaims. “This is a lot of house for two people.”
“It is, but I had my reasons for wanting this house, regardless of size. There was no other option for me when it became available.”
Grabbing her hand, I lead her through the door. I am not sure why but butterflies appear in my stomach, and I am nervous as hell of her reactions to the rest. Assessing her reactions, I let her take it all in. Seafoam green covers the walls of the living and dining room area. Oak floors contrast the walls and stark white crown molding line the ceilings. This house has more windows than I have ever seen on another house, but it allows for views of Tybee Beach from pretty much every room. The windows also allow for ample natural light. The furniture is simple but homey. Sandy colored couches and a recliner sit in front of a fireplace. The dining room table seats eight and has been the spot many of our family holidays have taken place. Off to the right of the living area is a sunroom, and I think will be her favorite. Bright blues and greens adorn the walls and furniture through this room. This room alone has seven windows. When we were designing this one, I pictured her curled in one of the chairs with her morning coffee and a book.
“You didn’t design all of this, did you?” she questions. “This room is amazing! That view. I think this space is heaven.”
“Heaven, huh? I thought you would like this one. And as for the design, I may have had some help with the color schemes and furniture choices.”
“Trystan, this is unbelievable.”
We continue our tour with her gasping and cooing in pleasure at each room. The kitchen elicits the biggest response from her. Whites and light browns, stainless steel appliances, and plenty of room make this kitchen ideal for anyone who likes to cook, bake, or entertain.
“Oh my God. This kitchen is a dream. I just recently got back to my love of cooking and baking. It makes me feel closer to Gigi when I do those things, so I find myself spending more and more time doing both,” her voice drops a bit and is laced with sadness.
Reaching for her, I pull her into my arms. “Do you know how proud of you she was, Sunshine? You were her pride and joy, and in her eyes you hung the sun, the moon, and the stars.”
Stepping back so I can look into her eyes, she peers up at me. Her size has always been one of the things I loved about her. She is a pint-size beauty and gazing down at her, she offers me a slight smile. Her teeth catch the bottom of her lip and she bites down slightly. That was all the invitation I needed to capture her lips with mine. Picking her up, her legs instantly wrap around my waist.
Our kisses turn frantic. Pulling away quickly, I growl, “I don’t think I can stop if you keep kissing me like that.”
“Then don’t stop,” she pants.
“Twelve years is a long time to dream of your mouth on mine. You taste just as sweet as I remember. Feeling the heat of your pussy on me, I would be lying if I said I don’t want to be buried deep in that warmth right now.”
“Maybe we should finish the tour,” she sasses.
“The only tour I want to finish is the one I am about to do of your body. We have some reacquainting to do.” I start walking, still carrying her. “But that exploration will take place in my bed, darlin’. Do you know how many times I have dreamed of you in that bed?”
“How many?” Her smart mouth is going to get her in trouble.
Stopping at the foot of the stairs, I reply, “Too many to count, Sunshine. I have stroked my cock to your memory more times than I can recall. You are my every dirty fantasy and tonight, if you agree, those fantasies are about to become realities. But I need your words, darlin’. Tell me you want this just as bad as I do. Lots of information was given to you tonight, and I don’t want to rush this if you are not ready. Because let me make myself very clear. When I have your pussy wrapped around my cock again, it will be because you are MINE. And only mine.”
“Why did you stop moving? You’re wasting valuable time here, Detective.” She giggles as she speaks.
“Camryn, I am serious here. Give me the words. I have waited this long, what’s a little more time? If you are unsure or not ready to jump right into this…”
“My lips were willingly kissing you back. I am not sure what the future holds for us, but I do know—without hesitation—this feels right. I want you. While I appreciate you being concerned, there is no need. So less talking, more moving.”
“You’re a pain my ass, you know that, right? That sassiness will get you in trouble one of these days.”
“You love it,” she interrupts. “Now go. Carry me to your bed. We have some fantasies to recreate.”
Her cheeks are flushed and heat is evident in her gaze. No other words are needed. Taking the steps two at a time, we head to my room. Placing her on her feet, I step back and admire her. Her breathing is heavy. Reaching forward, I tuck a loose hair behind her ear. My hand skims down her cheek and jaw. Tracing her lips with my thumb elicits a moan. Looking down, I see her nipples puckered and hard beneath her shirt. My mouth waters at the sight.
“Only going to ask one more time, Sunshine. Are you one-hundred-percent sure this is what you want? No regrets. No waking up tomorrow feeling like you did something wrong.”
She sighs, and rubs her hands down over her ample chest, skimming down her sides. Grabbing the bottom of her top, she pulls it over her head. Her hands go behind her and she undoes the ties of her bikini top, letting it fall from her body, landing on the floor. My cock was already hard, but swells even more at the sight of her bare tits. She continues her show and pushes her skirt down her legs, kicking it off her feet. Along with her skirt comes her bikini bottoms. Standing before me naked, I am at a loss for words. Sweet fucking Christ, she is stunning.
“You seem to be overdressed, Detective.” She bites her lip, and once again, I am overcome to have my lips on hers. Crashing my lips down on hers, I pull her soft, naked body to mine. Our tongues are dueling with one another. Her hands reach for my board shorts and make quick work of the tie. Frantically she pushes the shorts down my legs, without breaking our kiss. My swollen cock springs out. Her small hands wrap around my length and she gasps. She breaks our kiss and peers down at my shaft.
“See something you like, Sunshine?”
“Umm it’s bigger than it was in my dreams.”
Running my hands down my length, I begin slow strokes while her eyes are transfixed. “Aww, have you been dreaming about me, darlin’? Good to know I wasn’t the only one doing some dreaming.”
This time it’s her that attacks me with frantic kissing. Trailing kisses down her jaw, her panting and moaning tells me all I need to hear. Licking and suckling on her neck, causes her to reach for my hardened length. Together we stroke while I peruse her neck and chest. Making my way to her heavy breasts, I take a nipple in my mouth. The noises coming from her spur me on. I forgot how much she loves having her nipples sucked. She could probably come from that alone. Alternating between licking, sucking, and pinching, I get reacquainted with her perfect tits.
She pulls my head away, and without a thought, she drops to her knees before me. I swear, I almost come at the sight alone. She removes my hand from my dick and replaces it with hers alone. Her soft hands most definitely feel better than mine. She strokes a few times and takes her thumb and rubs my precum over the head. Her little tongue flicks out and gives it a lick. She goes to work on the head of my cock like it’s an ice cream cone; licking and swirling her tongue around my mushroom tip. I will my mind to think of anything but her in this moment because I do not want to embarrass myself. Her eyes gaze up at me with the head of my cock in her mouth, and it has to be one of sexiest things I have ever seen. Her hand continues to stroke my shaft, and without warning she takes as much of me as she can in her mouth. My head reaches the back of her throat and she gags slightly. But she doesn’t slow her efforts and continues her assault on me.
“Motherfuck, Cam. Your mouth is like goddamn heaven. Heaven right here on earth. Fuck, keep doing that. Let me feel the back of your throat again, Sunshine.”
She persists and ramps up her enthusiasm. My cock is coated with her saliva. Her hands manipulate my shaft and balls. If she doesn’t stop, I am going to lose it. Reaching down, I push her head away and pull her to her feet. Spinning her around, I push her to the bed.
“Spread those legs for me, baby. Show me how wet that pussy is, darlin’. Is she ready for me?”
She does as I ask and her fingers find her entrance. Rubbing circles around her clit, her head is thrown back in ecstasy. Her juices coat her fingers. It’s time to return the favor. Dropping to my knees, I pull her legs to the edge of the bed and place them on each shoulder. Kisses are rained down on her inner thighs as I make my way to her soaked pussy. Her fingers lace in my hair, and she tries moving my mouth where she wants it most. Her scent is sweet and I pause to inhale it. The purest scent I have ever come across. My tongue flicks out and teases her swollen nerves.
“Trystan, please. Trystan. Fuck. Oh my God.” My name on her lips like a prayer, she chants over and over. Her grip in my hair is tightened and she begins to grind her sweet pussy in my face. Licking, sucking, nibbling, I can’t get my fill of her. I am drunk on her.
“You wanted words, well, here are a few for you. Please fuck me. Fuck me now, Trystan. I need to feel you inside me,” she pleads with me.
Sliding up her body, our mouths meet and she tastes herself on my tongue. Feeling the heat and wetness from her pussy is like a beacon to me. Her legs spread even more. Taking the head of my cock, I rub it up and down her entrance, coating myself in her juices.
“Please, Trystan. I need you. It is past want. Make me yours again, baby. Show me who owns this pussy.”
Her dirty words awaken the beast inside me, and I begin sliding my shaft into her.
“Motherfucker. You are so goddamn tight, darlin’. Let me in. Let me all the way in.”
“Just fucking do it. I want to feel all of you, T. Every single inch.”
Without another thought, I force the rest of my length inside her. She welcomes the penetration. Her pussy sucks me like a vacuum and I am officially in heaven. So wet, warm, and tight like a fucking vice.
We find our rhythm. Our breathing and skin slapping is all I can hear. Her fingers dig into my back and her legs wrap around me. This allows me to penetrate her deeper so I take full advantage. My strokes are long and slow, and her pussy is milking my cock. Slowing my tempo even more, I pull back and gaze into her eyes.
“Give me those eyes, baby. Keep them on me. I want to watch you. See your every reaction. Does that feel good, Sunshine? Did you miss this dick as much as I missed your pussy? Home isn’t a physical structure to me. This is home, me buried deep inside you.”
“I need more. Save the sweet talk for later, Detective. I need you to fuck me like you mean it. Remind me. Please fucking remind me.”
More than happy to oblige, we pick up the tempo. I can feel the walls of her pussy contracting and squeezing my cock. Knowing she is close to coming, I reach between us and manipulate her clit with my fingers. Her moaning and breathing increases.
“Fuck, Trystan. I am going to come.”
“Wait for me, Sunshine. I am almost there.”
Pushing her right leg up, I hit a new angle. We keep up an intense pace. Our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Come for me now, Camryn.” Spasms rock through her body as her orgasm starts to take over. The contraction and grip of her pussy is too much and I find my own orgasm. We lie there drenched in sweat, breathing heavy, but completely sated and too comfortable to move. After a few minutes, I slide out of her and instantly miss her warmth, her heat.
“Wait right here, darlin’. Let me get something to clean you up,” I rasp, while hopping off the bed.
Quickly I clean myself up and retrieve a warm wash cloth and towel. After taking care of Cam, I grab her in my arms. Her chest to mine, she sighs in contentment.
“Rest up, Sunshine. There will be a repeat of that in a few hours. And for the record, you probably won’t get much sleep tonight.”
She giggles in response and snuggles up even closer to me. Her limbs are tangled with mine and her fingers absentmindedly run circles on my chest. For the first time in a very long time, I feel content.