Tristan

Upon awakening the following day, I was greeted by the most exquisite view known to mankind: Sienna, naked and stretching in front of my mirror.

Phenomenal. Absolutely phenomenal. Life just couldn't get better than this.

Unable to tear my gaze away, I marveled at the sight in front of me; the gentle curve of her hips, the delicate arch of her back, the subtle play of light upon her smooth skin—God she was beautiful. I had such a beautiful woman in my life. Why did it take me this long to realize it? Perhaps deep down, I've always known.

I gave myself a few seconds of just staring at her before sitting up against the headboard. The motion caused her to turn, baring me those beautiful eyes and even prettier taut tits.

"Tristan." She called softly, biting her bottom lip. "Do you think I'm getting fat?"

Her question threw me off so badly that I had to blink twice. Huh?

"Answer me honestly." She pressed. "Ever since we came back my clothes don't fit right anymore."

My gaze raked down her body. I admit, she did seem to have added on some flesh but they were all in the right places. Her hips boasted a broader curve and last night, when I held her breasts in my palm, they felt somewhat heavier. Either way, I proceeded.  "Angel you look perfect to me."

"Really?" Her smooth brow furrowed. "Why do I feel like you're just saying that." She said, walking back to the bed.

"My love for you knows no bounds, Sienna, regardless of appearance."

Her eyes narrowed in a way that told me she still did not believe me.

How would I explain to this woman that I loved her for who she was, not how she looked?

Unable to stomach the distance between us, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me. "Angel, you are the light of my life and a few pounds could never change that."

She gave me a slight eye-roll. "Always so dramatic with your words."

I smiled and wound my arms around her waist. It was amazing how far I'd come. Physical contact had always been where I drew the line, but here I was, holding a woman tight to me, wanting to feel her warmth in my bones, wanting her to become one with me. I just couldn't touch her enough. It was impossible. I pulled her closer to me as she settled into my thighs. I wanted these briefs off and I wanted her warm pussy directly touching me. Breathing in the sweet scent of her skin, I whispered, "I'm having lunch with my grandfather later today, do want to come with me?"

Her arms came around my neck. "Of course. It's been so long, I'm sure he'll be excited to see me."

"Mm-hm." I peppered kisses down her slender neck, her throat, her chest. Her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered when I licked over a nipple.

"Tristan." In a voice breathless and shaky, she asked. "What are you doing?"

Wasn't it obvious?

In response, I licked over the other nipple and felt her whole body shiver. Always so sensitive. Primal feelings bloomed in my chest; knowing she would only ever be this sensitive for me, she would only ever belong to me.

I returned my mouth to hers and took a kiss. "I want you slow," I said against her lips. "I want to feel every part of you."

Her fingers sunk into my hair. "Don't you have...mm...work?"

I kissed her harder, my hand on her ass, squeezing and pushing her into me. "I own the company, it can wait."

"Mm...that so, Mr. Quarterback?"

Tingles of pleasure washed over me. I could feel her body start to hum with pleasure as she ran her hand through my hair and pulled gently. "Lay back down for me," I murmured against her mouth.

"I'm still sore from last night,"

"I know."

I didn't wait for her to comply, I pushed her back onto the bed and had my hands opening her knees wide.

She giggled and squealed, trying to fight me off. "Stop it."

"Stay still."

"And if I don't?"

A little bold today, were we? I looked up. "Your pretty ass will be sore as well from when I take you over my knee."

The way those hazel irises went low at my wicked promise... Did she want it? She stilled her flailing legs, biting down hard on her lip.

"Open your legs."

She parted her knees slightly, her cheeks flushing with a faint color.

"Wider..."

She stared at me defiantly. After a moment of daring silence, she pushed her legs farther apart and one look at that swollen moist pussy made me groan. Fuck. Dear god was she soaked and the idea of fucking her right now had my cock in agony. How was I ever going to survive without this?

I slid a finger between her pink folds. She flinched and squirmed.

I looked up. "Still very sore?"

A small nod. "Yes."

I frowned. "Why didn't you tell me to stop?"

"Because..." She bit her lip. "I liked it even if it...hurt."

An unfamiliar emotion swirled in my chest. "Oh, Sienna."

"I guess I'm becoming more and more like you."

I lowered myself between her legs, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs as I went on. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"A little bit of both."

"Mm." I lowered my head and swiped my tongue over her inflamed clit.

With a soft sigh, her eyes fluttered shut. "That feels so good."

I did it again, I swiped my tongue and then lapped at her sweet cunt, sucking all the juices that had marinated overnight, again and again, until her legs were shaking and she was struggling to keep her voice down.

"Tristan, oh God, stop." And yet she proceeded to grab my hair, pulling me deeper, demanding more.

I wrapped my hand around her thighs and held her down, devouring her. How was it that she tasted like nothing and everything at the same time?

"Tristan." She was panting for air, eyes shut tight from pleasure, neck muscles strained.

Excited about drinking her again, I slid two fingers inside of her and curled them. A sexy gasp popped out of her mouth. "Yes...yes...please more."

Oh, how I loved it when she begged. I sucked harder on her clit and fucked her pussy with my fingers. Her heavy moans filled the large space. She squirmed and twitched and shook until she came with my name on her lips and weakly tried to push me away from her right after, but I grabbed her hands and held them down and kept licking and sucking, nowhere near ready to end the pleasure we were both riding.

"Tristan, please," she stammered between breaths. "I can't, too much."

And yet not enough.

When I had my fill and there was nothing left to suck out of her, I pulled away and sat on my heels, watching her. Face flushed, sweating, trembling, breathless. I'd never seen anything more beautiful.

True love didn't exist. For years I thought it didn't. As a matter of fact, I thought I'd never find it but here I was, falling in love over and over again with this woman.

"You devil." She spat weakly at me, looking so spent.

I chuckled, leaning forward to plant a hearty kiss on her lips. "Are you hungry?"

She grinned. "Famished,"

***

"You're late." Stefan scolded, standing by the doorway of my lobby in a slim fit back two-piece suit, and of course, he had to be extra with that pink beanie.

His fashion style was sometimes very questionable.

"I was caught up," I told him, rearranging my tie.

An incredulous brow raised. "Were you? Were you really?"

Of course, he knew I wasn't, he just wanted to hear me say it; I was caught up eating my girlfriend's pussy. Tempting as it was to spill this to him, I wasn't sure I had the strength to face the conversation that would follow.

"Quit being salty," I said as I walked past him, heading to the conference room.

"I'm salty?" He caught up with me. "You're late to a meeting I spent two weeks trying to set up."

"There are things simply more important than sitting in a room full of old narcissists."

He huffed. "Those old narcissists run the entertainment industry."

I stopped and arched a brow. "And have you forgotten who I am?"

"You-" He started but stopped, knowing where I was going with this. He sighed and shook his head. "Never mind, let's just go."

I tried hard not to laugh but a chuckle slipped out.

Later that day, shortly after returning to my office, I fired up my laptop and went to work editing the last bit of my opening speech while Stefan proceeded to detail each appointment and task left on my schedule.

"Your next meeting is with the marketing team at 10:30 a.m." He continued, his words flowing with practiced ease. "Then, a conference call with our overseas partners at 11:45. I did manage to squeeze in some time for you to review the quarterly reports before the call. Brunch with Mr. Johnson at noon, followed by a strategy session with the finance department at 1:30 p.m. Oh, yeah," he snapped his fingers. "There's one more thing. You have an interview scheduled with Forbes magazine at 3 p.m. They're doing a new feature on perdurable entrepreneurs and they specifically requested to speak with you."

I paused, considering his words for a moment.  That wouldn't be possible. "Cancel it, Stefan. I won't be available this afternoon."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You want me to cancel with Forbes?"

"Yes, Stefan. Cancel or reschedule. Sienna and I have made plans to have lunch with my grandfather."

"Oh." He nodded understandingly. "Of course, I'll take care of this right away."

"Thank you," I said and returned my gaze to my laptop screen, expecting him to say something else or make a move to leave but he just stood there in silence, forcing me to look back up. He was smiling.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just never thought I would see this version of you. Sienna really has you wound up."

I lowered my gaze back. "I'm still the same, Stefan."

"Well, you don't see it but we all do."

I did. I saw it, not a part of my world was the same with Sienna in it and I couldn't have wanted it any other way. I loved it this way.

"Still waiting on my raise tho." Stefan continued with a soft chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and went back to work.

***

Traffic made us late for lunch. When we arrived at the chosen location, a torrent of emotions surged within me as I stood in place and watched my grandfather heartily embrace my girlfriend. His frail arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he whispered words of welcome and gratitude. I could see the genuine warmth in his eyes, contrasting sharply with the pallor of his skin and the fragility of his frame.

He was better, yet he looked so...

"I've missed you too Grandpa, so much," Sienna responded, returning his embrace with gentle affection. Mesmerizing didn't even begin to describe her; she was radiant, and captivating, drawing my attention like a magnet. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her;  from how her eyes sparkled with warmth and sincerity as she spoke to how her curves clinched to that very short cameo pink plaid dress.

I'd considered having a quick one with her in it but we were already running behind schedule.

As if sensing my gaze, she turned my way, and a smile spread across her lips, a smile that reached all the way to her eyes. My heart skipped a beat.

"Tristan." My grandfather called, pivoting. "Come on, join us."

Lunch consisted of steak, pasta, and vegetables for my grandfather. We'd taken a private room, away from the chatters and laughter. It was dim in here. I had my hand on Sienna's thighs the whole time, rubbing, caressing, squeezing.  She didn't bother to fight. It was a battle she would lose.

"I'm so glad you decided to take my grandson back, Sienna." My grandfather started halfway through the meal.

"He earned it." Was my girlfriend's cheeky response which wasn't far from the truth.

I sipped from my glass of wine, pretending to not be interested in the conversation but deep down I was.

"He can be very hardheaded sometimes. He gets that part of him from his late father."

Sienna chuckled. "He must have caused a lot of trouble while growing up."

"Oh yes, he did." The old man laughed. "Maybe now that it's all settled, you both can focus more on starting a family of your own."

I paused mid-sip and blinked, taken aback.

Sienna turned to me, her cheeks pink.

Silence.

"Perhaps," she spoke softly, turning away. "One day...we will."

One day? The thought of her stomach round and full of my baby flashed in my mind but I didn't let the idea sink in. I loved her so much but I was never going to have children. Never.

"One day?" My grandfather repeated with a brow arched. "Why don't you both start now?"

My throat and chest grew uncomfortably tight. I dropped my wine glass down. "Grandpa."

He looked my way and smiled. "What?"

I glared at him. "Stop this. Now is not the time to be having a conversation like this."

He waved a hand. "You both aren't getting any younger and neither am I. Tristan, your sister doesn't seem like she's ready to settle any time soon. You're my last hope in seeing my great-grandkids before I die."

My pulse quickened. "You're not going to die." I scowled.

He shrugged softly and settled back in his seat. "You can't pray against the inevitable."

I squeezed my fist and spat tartly. "Fine then, have it your way."

Sienna gave a pained laugh, trying to cover up the brewing tension. "It's a nice idea but I'm afraid your grandson is not ready for that step yet."

"And what about you, Sienna?" He questioned, staring intensely at her. "What do you want?"

She stared at him, silent, as if contemplating her thoughts.

My mood soured.

Was she honestly considering this?

Where did that leave me?

I withdrew my hand from her thigh.

She turned, her eyes shimmering as they locked on mine. "I never really thought about it until now..."

My heart pounded.

"All my life...I hated the idea of having a family and never envisioned myself as a mother...but..."

I could feel my body going taut. "Sienna," I called in a strained voice, not sure I could handle whatever was about to come out of her mouth.

"Let her speak, Tristan." My grandfather urged, smiling warmly at her. "Go on my child."

"But then I met you, Tristan, and everything changed."

My fists grew white-knuckled in my lap.

Don't say it, Sienna.

Don't say it...

"So yes, I want to have a baby, your baby."

A shot to the gut would've hurt less.

My grandfather clapped in delight. "There we have it! Two against one."

The blackness in my soured mood turned to coal. I suddenly got up.

"Where are you going?" They both asked in unison.

I couldn't stand this.

"Excuse me." I slapped my napkin on the table and started to walk away.