❝Facetime when I'm gone
She gives me dome from a distance
And she loves to climb on top
Because she loves to walk off limping.❞

Chapter Twelve:
Power Play
(cont'd)

When I received a text from Tris saying that there was no need to buy dinner, it wasn't cause for concern but the scent of spices and the sound of sizzling from a saucepan as I walked toward my door was definitely a shock. I rarely allowed Tris to cook in my kitchen. When she demanded to know why I felt so protective of the space, I couldn't give her an answer because I honestly didn't know myself. I just knew that it was my zone. This time, I didn't feel annoyance creep up my spine at the thought of her dicing and sautéing away. Rather, I smiled as I fit my key in through the hole and slid into my apartment, quietly shutting the door behind me.

There was fast-paced music playing from the direction of the open kitchen and the singing along to the salsa beats was unmistakable. I slowly made my way through the hall and entered through the side, leaning against the arch of the door and smirked at the sight in front of me. And God, what a sight she was.

Tris stood there, her back to me as she swayed her hips to the beat while stirring the contents of the saucepan with a wooden spatula. Her long black hair was held up in a messy bun with a couple stray strands curling around the nape of her neck. In a white, skin-fitting tank and mini floral skirt, Tris looked undeniably delectable. She flicked her head back to a particular beat of the song, shaking her cute little butt in a deliciously tantalizing circle and I couldn't suppress the chuckle that erupted from my lips.

Tris' joints locked in temporary paralysis and she turned like a robot to look at me, eyes wide in surprise.

"What- Hans?" she whined, stomping her foot down in a huff of anger. She whipped the spatula as if she was wielding a weapon at me, her other hand on her hip as she cocked her head to the left and glared. "How long have you been standing there watching me?"

"Long enough."

Her frown gave out to a small smile but the persistent indent in her eyebrows made her face look like a messed-up emoji, no jokes. With another exaggerated huff, Tris turned back to focus on whatever she was in the midst of concocting on the stove.

"So, what's cooking mamacita?"

"Italian. I'm making spaghetti with classic tomato sauce, and a side of garlic bread." She added a little shyly, "I hope you like it."

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, peppering kisses along the side of her face.

"I'm sure I'll love it."

A blush rose up along her neck, spreading to her face. I didn't have to look at her to know she was smiling. Another thing I loved about her; her height. She was tall enough for me to rest my chin on her shoulder which gave me a perfect vantage point to kiss her neck, something that always got her hot. Plus, the friction of her ass was a goddamn tease. I wanted to make it as far as I could tonight without her coming to the conclusion that I was a lust-crazed pervert (as all men are) and so tamed the growing erection beneath my jeans. Or at least, I tried.

"You're a monster," she muttered to herself, feeling my cock swelling against her backside. "Since when does Italian translate to aphrodisiac?"

"Since you started cooking it."

She stopped stirring the sauce when I spread kisses along her neck, tongue swiping out to taste her caramel skin. Tris' mouth was delightful as always as she let out a string of curses but that didn't stop her from tilting her head back further, giving me the perfect position to kiss along her chin and neck. I swirled my tongue around her clavicle, feeling her ground herself unconsciously against my pelvis.

"At least let me finish," she moaned. Her breath caught when my hands ventured beneath the hem of her tank, journeying further upward till the heat of her breasts were cupped in my palm.

"I can help you finish."

The innuendo was not lost on Tris who muttered something about my sex cravings being worse than a pregnant woman's. I reached past her and turned the heat for the sauce down to a simmer before guiding her around by her hips. I moved her to the side, away from the stove and up against the back of the counter. She gave me a patronizing look as I grinned down at her, hands settling along the curves of her hips. There was no doubt she felt my throbbing arousal against her. Her nipples hardening through her tank told me that it was mutual. Tris was better at hiding her desire as she gave me a pointed look, like something of a school teacher's scolding a little boy.

"Kitchen sex is hazardous, Mr. Castellan," she spoke coolly, perfectly maintaining her composure although her hands moving down my body told me otherwise. "There's a manner of sharp and pointy objects that could kill us."

"Pointy objects you say?" I ground my pelvis against hers and this time, she whimpered, her hands fisting around the hem of my shirt.

"Why you got to be so macho all the time?"

Her question caught me completely off guard.

"What?"

Tris trailed a hand up my chest, smirking at me.

"I know you're a softie deep inside, Hans. An adorkable softie. You don't have to pretend you're a dom twenty-four seven."

What?

My mouth fell open at what she was implying. Tris' superior little smile didn't slide off her face, even as my hands on her hips tightened enough to bruise her.

"For what it's worth," she purred and stepped in closer, pressing a hand against my stomach which quivered at her touch. "I'm okay pretending."

I pushed her advances away. "Between the two of us, I am the dominant one," I clarified, stressing on my words.

Tris merely shrugged. "Whatever helps you sleep at night sweetheart."

I growled and shoved her back against the counter. "I'll prove it to you."

"Fine," she muttered. "I'll give you five minutes." She started to fight with my belt buckle, and I chuckled at her eagerness to have me inside her. It sure didn't seem like she was the dominant.

"Make it ten." I dipped my hand beneath her skirt and nearly lost myself when I felt how soaked she was. That, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. This woman was golden, and she was mine. Tris paused and considered my proposition. She eyed the sauce and made a mental cooking calculation before smiling in satisfaction.

"Deal."

Without further ado, I leaned down to steal a kiss, nibbling on the honeyed fullness of her bottom lip before licking the seam and pleading access. She shuddered beneath me, moving closer in till we were flesh to flesh spare for the minor issue of our clothes. I continued to ravish her mouth with my own as I bent low and scooped her into my arms in one quick motion. Tris let out a tiny squeal of delight but didn't stop kissing me as I carried her to the long, rectangular center table, plopping her ass down on the edge.

The sound of the belt buckle falling to the floor caused her to smirk against my lips. She didn't waste time in unzipping my pants and sliding it down along with my underwear till it was pulled down to mid-thigh. I found it hard to believe that I was the one seducing her when she moaned into my mouth at the feel of my naked cock against her inner thigh. I could have come then, at the heat radiating from her core as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.

"You little minx," I teased, swooping down and ravishing her neck with long, wet sucks along the tender skin. She gasped at the touch of my hand against her clothed breast. I rolled her hardened nipple between my fingers, my face moving lower down her neck and to lap up the sweat glistening along her cleavage.

"Hans," she sung my name and it nearly had me taking her right that second. I refrained, snaking my hand between her legs and parting them as I inched closer to her entrance. The head of my cock coated itself in her wetness and Tris cried out loud when I nudged her clit with my pulsing hardness.

"You like that baby?" I rasp, squeezing her breast in my palm.

She let out a breathless sigh.

"Uh-huh."

I continue teasing her and lose myself in the process. The sight of Tris, hot and writhing in front of me is an image nothing short of perfection. Her cheeks were flushed, and collided with the light cocoa complexion of her skin transformed into the most beautiful shade of desire I'd ever seen on a woman. At some point, her hair had come loose and tumbled over her shoulders down to her waist chaotically. She was leaning back against the table, her palms flat against the wood with her peaky breasts pointing up to the ceiling and hips undulating in slow, vicious circles against my probing hardness. I blinked, expecting the beautiful vision to disappear but she didn't. She was here. She was mine.

Growling in desire, I lined the head of my cock against her dripping entrance and thrust in without a warning. Tris' eyes flashed open in surprise at the abrupt end to our foreplay. They fluttered to a close as I begun to move in slow, thorough thrusts. Her palms gave and she lay back against the wood, her black hair fanning the surface like tendrils of smoke, with her eyes closed, and mouth pulled into a small 'o' of pleasure.

"Hans, baby, please just fuck me."

I growled and tilted my hips up to make sure I hit her clit with each thrust. Tris bit down on her lower lip to contain herself, but she gave in and clawed at the table with her nails, letting out a sinful moan as I picked up the pace. I could feel her inner walls contract and loosen around my cock, soaking it in its juices as I started to buck my hips more frantically against hers. One hand gripped her hip, keeping her steady while the other journeyed up to her bouncing breast, thumb pressing and circling her nipple.

Tris' moans turn into breathless huffs for air as she arched her body off the table, angling her body closer to mine. I focused on pleasuring her, on making her feel every bit as good as she deserved even when she pushed me away because it's too much. It's all too much for her. As if the sight of her naked, sweaty body wasn't enough to arouse me out of my wits; it was the combination of everything else. The heat of sex radiating from our bodies, the scent of the hot spices and condiments; both of them swirling through the air. It builds and builds until I'm a fury above her, pounding into her body like a man possessed by the throws and pleasures of love.

Tris starts to cover her face as she cries out, running her hands through her hair and hiding the expression I so longed to see with her palms.

"Mijn geliefde."

I stopped for just a second to grab her hands and pin them by her side, shocking her eyes open by the gesture.

"Never hide from me," I whispered and kissed the tip of her nose. "Okay?" The unexpected gentleness amidst the mess we had created made her smile.

"Okay."

I kissed her lips, worshiping the curve of her fuller bottom lip and the way her taste melted into my mouth like cotton candy on a hot summer's day. I kept her wrists clasped above her with one hand, the other drifting down to her lower back and lifting her so she could feel every bit of me when I thrust in again.

"You are absolutely beautiful like this." I pulled out of her to the tip before pounding in again, hitting the spot that made her see stars. "Zo verdomd mooi."

She whimpered and arched her back nearly completely off the table. Tris didn't make an effort to hide her face again as I watched her ascent into madness beneath me. She was gorgeous. The sight of her face skewed into an expression of unbound euphoria made me harden even more inside of her as I moved, each thrust, each swivel of my hips with the intent of building and breaking her.

"I love you," she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much- ah!"

She screamed the words from the back of her throat as I banged into her, grunting and groaning in pleasure. The table shook under the weight of our coupling, but the end was near. I felt it in the pleasure that pooled in my belly before spreading like a wildfire. Her body clenched around me, sending me spiraling into the end. With one last, earth-whelming thrust, I emptied myself inside her, releasing a guttural moan and collapsed.

We both lay there, a sweaty, tangled mess. Tris' hand snaked into my hair, her fingers wading through the moist black strands. I could hear her heart pounding against her rib-cage and her voice was completely shattered when she attempted to speak before resorting to silence. My legs were about to give out beneath me but that didn't stop me from asking, "You think it's been ten minutes already?"

Tris laughed gently and propped herself up on her elbows to look at me, a grin on her face which was glowing with post-orgasm effect.

"You're kidding, right? You want to prove yourself to me again?"

"Maybe, maybe not." I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she laughed again, pulling me into a kiss before nudging me off her.

"You've ruined me," she muttered, still smiling as she hopped off the table and nearly stumbled and fell. I tried not to focus on the trail of cum dripping down her legs. My cock twitched again in my jeans. Perhaps round two was in store but judging by the way she hobbled to the stove, I decided to let it pass for later. 

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Song: Fuck You All The Time - Jeremih (Shlohmo Remix)