Tristan (The Kendall Family #1) Read Free

I hurt you,” Tristan began, pulling off the other boot and sock. Then he leaned forward and kissed her thigh with such sweet sincerity that she shuddered in pleasure. “I was a stupid kid and didn’t know what I had in you. If the last few years have taught me anything, it’s that I was a fool to leave you.”
    “Yes, you were,” she whispered, feeling lightheaded. Her heart lurched with hope and fear.
    He pulled the body suit off her ankles, then resumed kissing her thighs and gently spreading her legs bit by bit. Instead of working his way up, he went down, and she knew her toes would end up in his mouth any second if she didn’t stop him. It took all her strength to pull both feet up to the edge of the table, knees up to her chest, legs tight together, as if to deny him this. She realized too late that she’d now practically presented her toes to him, for they were right where his lips had just been. He leaned forward and kissed them. She inadvertently flexed her toes in reaction to the caress, so that he could slip his tongue in between them, and he obliged, his tongue flicking in, around, and under before his mouth closed over several toes. He began to suck as she gasped.
    “Tristan, please,” she whispered.
    But he didn’t stop, just began caressing the underside of her thighs. His tongue danced from toe to toe as he moved his warm, wet mouth to the other foot, reminding her what he could do with it. Without warning, he firmly pushed her legs apart, and saw her soaked panties. His head lifted from her toes and descended onto her crotch as he kissed her pussy through the pink underwear. She moaned and leaned back, her feet slipping over his shoulders and down his back as he began licking around her moist folds but not touching them directly.
    “I love torturing you,” he murmured.
    “You’re so cruel,” she said.
    “You love it.”
    “God, yes.”
    Both of his hands slid up to her waist, onto her belly, fingers caressing her sides as his hand slipped under her shirt. The steady progress toward her full breasts and straining nipples was meant to be tortuously methodical, building anticipation that made her lay all the way down and arch her torso into his hands, which finally cupped her tits. He squeezed gently, firmly, engorging her nipples with blood. The motion caused those twin peaks to brush along her cotton shirt again and again, and she knew he was doing it on purpose, turning something as innocent as fabric into a sex toy.
    By then, he’d noticed her thong was the rip-away type. He took it between his teeth and pulled toward him, exposing her soft pink folds to his eyes and the cool air. She felt the panties snap away and gripped the table hard. He lifted her shirt over her nipples, exposing aching skin, and she shuddered at the freedom. The fingers of both his hands lightly traced her tits up to the tops of her nipples just as his tongue gently licked her pussy from the bottom to the top. Victoria gasped.
    “You taste so good,” he said.
    “Oh, I miss your tongue, Tristan!”
    She pulled her legs up to surrender her pussy to his mouth. His tongue slid up and down so lightly that it almost tickled. Then he ravaged the soft nub between her folds at the same time that his hands pinched her nipples. She let out a cry. Tristan alternated then, both hands pinching together, then tonguing her clit, then the nipple clench, then tongue on clit, over and over as he worked her into a frenzy. Her hips began to gyrate up and down and he let go of her breasts to put both hands on her ass, preventing any escape as he thrust his tongue into her pussy. But there was no stopping her hips, which pushed her folds against his mouth again and again while she gripped the table for leverage.
    Suddenly she sucked in a huge breath and froze. A deep orgasm began to build, gathering from her breasts toward her belly, and down from her still-wet toes up her legs. The calm before the storm left in a rush, as shooting