Tristan and Danielle by request
By: Layla
“What time do you have to leave?”Tristan stepped out of the bathroom, sliding a small towel over his wet hair to pull the remaining moisture from it and ruffle the dark strands a bit; “A little after seven, I think. I shouldn’t be long, though. I promise, I’ll hurry back as quickly as I can and then we’ve got the entire night to ourselves.”
“Seven?” Green eyes moved from her boyfriend to the clock on the bedside table and Danielle let a little grin creep over her features. Clad only in a pair of knee high black and pink striped socks, hot pink boyshorts, and a black tight t-shirt, the blonde pushed herself up to her hands and knees and crawled forward on the mattress. “That’s two hours from now, you know…”
Eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch and the traces of a smirk appeared to be twitching the edges of Tristan’s mouth upwards. “Yes, it is.” He moved forward, stepping to the edge of the bed as his girlfriend crawled towards him. “Are you starting a new job as a time keeper, or did you have something in mind to occupy the next two hours, my love?”
“Always so sassy, Gale.”
“I find that it attracts you to me.”
“Mmm…you might be right.”
“I typically am, yes.”
“Very modest, too.”
“Mmhmm.” The blonde had reached the edge of the bed and sat with her knees folded under herself. Her hands came up to rest at the waist of the jeans he had literally just pulled on. “What exactly are you doing down there, Miss Danielle?”
The blonde gave him an entirely too innocent expression before she flicked her fingers over the button and zipper of his jeans and gave a quick yank to send them down to his ankles. “I planned on sucking on this guy,” her fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers and sent them down as well before they wrapped quickly around him. “Is that okay with you?”
A grin split Tristan’s face and he held his hands up like he was a hostage of some form; “Well, I’m not going to stop you, that’s for damn sure.”
Dani smirked; “I didn’t think you would.”
Slowly moving forward, the blonde pulled him into her mouth and wrapped her hands tightly around his hips. A low groan passed Tristan’s lips and his head dropped back as his hands moved down to cover his girlfriend’s. She moved slow at first, her tongue flicking over his head and then swirling around his shaft as she pulled him deeper into her throat. The heat and moisture from her mouth combined with the way she twisted her neck to wrap him in a spiral of pleasure had his breath quickening and his grip on her hands tightening. Dani’s fingers dug into his muscles and when she pulled on him lightly, Tristan obeyed eagerly and very slowly pushed forward into her mouth. A soft moan came from her throat and the noise caused her mouth to vibrate around him which drew another low groan up from behind his teeth. One hand released Dani’s and he caught the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair to very gently tug on blonde curls. “Fuck, Dani…” Her only response was a low moaning sound that again caused vibration around him and made his grip on her hair tighten. “Danielle, more…I want more…I want you…”
His hands moved to her shoulders and he pushed back from her quickly, pulling himself from her mouth. A little smirk danced over her face and Dani bit down on one lip; “So impatient.”
A dangerous sort of gleam flashed in Tristan’s eyes and he paused long enough to wink at her; “You have no idea, my love.”
“Then show me.”
“Planned on it.”
A split second later, Tristan shoved her shoulders back, pushing Dani against the bed. She gave a little squeaking giggle at his obvious excitement, but that giggle turned into a little shriek when she felt him snag hold of her ankles and roughly yank on her. Her body slid quickly down the mattress and she about hit the floor when he caught her around the waist, lifted her up, spun her around, and pinned her chest on the bed. “Tristan, wait a sec—“
“Nope.” Without hesitating further, he reached up and yanked the boyshorts she wore down over her thighs, gripped her hips tightly, and thrust into her in one fluid movement. A self-satisfied smirk immediately crossed his lips when she called out in a loud gasping moan. “See? What would be the fun in waiting?”
As he pressed himself inside her over and over, Danielle pushed up so she had her palms flat on the bed and was able to twist around to grin at him; “Nothing…you’re right.”
Tristan’s one hand moved up to wrap around her shoulder so he could pull her back roughly against himself as he slammed his hips against hers. Dani was forced to twist back around and her hair flew forward with the rigorous pumping of his body into hers. “Mmhmm…what else am I, Danielle?”
“Tristan!”
He embedded himself deeper in her, moving the hand from her shoulder to wrap tightly in her hair; “Tell me how good it feels.”
Dani’s moans grew louder and she arched her back as he pulled her hair and bucked her hips against him; “It feels fucking amazing, Tristan…don’t stop…please don’t stop, Tristan..”
His free hand came down to slap sharply over her round backside once, twice – three times – and Dani gave a loud moan at the sharp stinging feeling; “Why not, huh?” Tristan drove himself into her faster. Harder. “Tell me why I shouldn’t stop.”
“Because…” Dani’s voice and her breathing were coming in heavy falls. It took her a few minutes of punctuating her words with throaty gasps and moans to be able to get out what she was desperately trying to tell him; “I’m…Tristan, I’m cumming…now! I’m cumming!”
His own breathing had turned erratic almost and Tristan brought his free hand down around Dani’s hips to let his fingers work over her as he continued to impale her; “Cum hard, Dani…I want to feel you…”
“Fuck! Yes! Tristan, oh god, I’m cumming!”
Moving quickly, Tristan pulled his hands back from her entirely so he could snag hold of his girlfriend around the waist. Lifting up, he deposited her on the bed on her hands and knees and pressed on her back so she folded down on top of her legs. With that, he plunged into her; “Cum with me…”
“Yes!”
Both hands dropped to her arms and Tristan wrapped them around her biceps to use as resistance so he could drive himself into his girlfriend as deep as they both wanted him to. Dani’s body tightened and she gave a hard shudder, her muscles quivering around him and the sensation combined with the way she screamed his name out was enough. It pulled him over into a sea of red pleasure that enveloped him entirely and forced him to give into his own fruition. “Jesus Christ, Danielle…” His body throbbed and Tristan pistoned his hips against her two times more before his chest collapsed against her back.
Remaining that way for a few moments to catch their breath, Dani twisted her head slightly so she could catch his eye and grin; “I think you need another shower, Handsome.”
A chuckle left him and Tristan pulled himself up and off of her, smirking as he reached forward to slap her bare backside sharply and laugh a little more when she squeaked and bolted upright; “Yeah, I do. Come join me. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
(via sexual-feelings)
