Jennifer drapes it with a tablecloth before setting up the takeout dinner they got while they were out. Once that’s all ready to go, they back out of the room and close me in. I’m not sure if they already called Killer or not. I’ll find out soon. Now, it’s just time to wait while my nerves get the better of me. I want to pace and bite my nails, but I don’t. I simply sit on the edge of the bed and wait for whatever is about to happen.
Before Killer gets here, I get a message to remove my robe from Sam. She knows me too well. Undoing the belt, I take it off and lay it over the back of one of the chairs at the table. Now my nerves are really getting the better of me. I’m wearing a red nightie with black lace edges. The red material is completely see through and barely hits below my pussy. Black thigh highs go with the outfit and red heels cover my feet. I’ve definitely never looked like this before in my entire life.
It’s not long before Killer is rushing through the door of his bedroom. He stops dead in his tracks when he gets a look at me. I watch on, my face heated and heart beating out of my chest, as Killer swallows several times. His chest is rising and falling from running into the house while his eyes are about to bulge out of his head.
“Gwen, what’s goin’ on?” he asks, letting his gaze run from my face to my toes and back up again. “Shy said you needed me.”
Killer lets his gaze travel so slow over my body I finally understand what people say when they talk about feeling a man’s gaze eat them up and undress them. His eyes are heated as he continues to look at me. Killer’s eye lids are at half mast as he crosses his arms over his chest. It’s almost as if he’s trying to keep himself from attacking me in the best way possible.
“Well, um, I didn’t know how to tell you,” I begin, not sure even now exactly what to say to him.
“Tell me what?” he questions me.
“That I want you,” I reply, turning my face down so I don’t have to look at him to see his reaction.
Within seconds Killer is standing right in front of me with my head leaning against his chest. Using his pointer finger, Killer tips my head up until I’m looking at him.
“You’re not ever to be scared or nervous to tell me anythin’. You want me, fuckin’ tell me,” he orders before lowering his head and brushing his lips against mine. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy right now but you don’t need all this shit.”
Before I can say a word in response, Killer rips the nightie from my body and then goes for the barely there panties covering me. I’m left standing in front of him in nothing more than the thigh highs and red heels. Killer lifts me up and I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. I can already feel his hard cock pressing against his jeans. I’m gently laid on the bed as I look up at the man who’s starred in so many of my fantasies.
Killer removes his cut and drapes it over the chair behind him. Reaching behind his head, he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. As I lick my lips, he undoes his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. I can already see the head of his cock peeking out at me and I’m once again licking my lips.
“Sparrow, you need to stop lookin’ at me like that,” he growls out, running a hand up my stomach until he reaches my tit.
I arch up into his touch while never once taking my eyes off him. I’m still nervous as hell with Killer seeing my body for the first time. Honestly, that’s the only reason I’m nervous. I don’t expect much from the sex because I’ve only ever been with Neil and he was horrible.
“Get out of your head,” Killer demands, his voice soft and gentle. “It’s only the two of us in this room and there isn’t room for anyone else.”
Nodding my head, Killer lowers his head until I feel his hot breath fanning across my wet pussy. At the same time, he begins to pinch my nipple causing just a slight amount of pain. It sends shivers up my body as I try to close my legs on him. He doesn’t let me as his wide shoulders stop me from moving too much. Killer’s eyes lock with my own as his head lowers even more. The first swipe of his tongue through my folds has me arching off the mattress once more.
His hand leaves my nipple and it’s not long before Killer’s mouth is sucking my clit into his mouth. A finger enters my body. He slowly slides it in and out, curling it to hit that magic spot I’ve only read about in books. I moan out in response. Killer adds another finger as he continues to build my body up to the point of no return.
Killer alternates between sucking and biting my clit with sliding his tongue through my folds. His fingers slide in and out, moving when he switches out with his tongue. My entire body is quivering with need and want for the man playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. Still, it’s not enough to get me over the edge I’ve been hovering on for so long it feels like hours have passed.
“I need more,” I tell him, not stopping myself from voicing what I need from him.
Killer pulls back and I look down. His cock is leaking precum as our eyes meet once more. He brings his fingers up and sucks them into his mouth. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Our eyes never leave one another. Killer’s watching my every reaction while I’m looking at his body. Anywhere my eyes can land, I feast and take in every rippling muscle, scar, tattoo, and piercing. I’ll never get enough time to look at him and discover every inch of his body.
He finally gets rid of his jeans as I reach out to touch him. Killer stops me and I can feel his body shaking with holding himself back. I’m not sure if I want him to hold himself back or not. He wants me to be real with him and give him everything about me, that’s what I want from him too. It’s the only way things can work.
“Don’t,” I mutter, moving my eyes up to meet his. “I want all of you. I’m not glass that’s going to break and shatter into a million pieces. Give me all of you, Killer.”
“You call me Tristan when we’re alone. In here I’m not Killer to you,” he growls out once more.
Killer moves me up the bed so I’m resting against the pillows. His body covers mine, making me even hotter than I already am. My nipples rub against his chest, getting impossibly harder. Where I’m soft and curvy, Killer is all hard angles and muscles.
“We don’t have to do this,” he tells me as I look up at him with unsure eyes. “Gwen, I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
That right there is why I want this with Killer. He’s sweet, caring, and kind. He’d never take me against my will or do anything to make me uncomfortable. Every day I fall a little more in love with him. These moments, where he lets his sweet, soft side out, I fall in love even more. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man and didn’t think I’d ever find. Or be good enough for.
“Tristan, I want this. I want you,” I say, letting him see the honesty in my eyes.
He leans down and kisses me. This kiss is so different from him pressing his lips against mine or gently sliding his tongue alongside my own. In this moment, it’s full of longing, passion, and everything we’re feeling for one another. Maybe not outside of this bed or room, but right now.
We tangle our tongues together and fight for control of the kiss. I’ll never keep it for long because that’s not who Killer is. He’s the one who has to be in control and is only willing to relinquish that for a few seconds or minutes at a time. While we’re kissing I feel his cock at my entrance. With the way he’s kissing me, I can’t help but remain relaxed. He’s so big if I tense up, it will hurt me.