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knew at that moment that she did not want to ever be apart from
this woman with whom she felt so connected.
Once her strength returned, Claire kissed Tristan, teasing her by
letting her tongue graze her bottom lip but not slipping it into her
mouth. She sucked Tristan s lip as she ran her fingertips over her
swollen nipples. Tristan moaned and bucked against her, and
Claire wasted no time. She slipped down and drew Tristan s right
nipple into her mouth. She sucked and teased until she had Tristan
panting and clutching the sheets.
Tightening her legs around Claire s, Tristan tried to prevent her
from moving any farther down her body. You can t control me,
Tris. I can kiss and nibble wherever I please, Claire said playfully
as she demonstrated by moving to the left nipple and treating it
with the same care with which she had lavished the other one.
Feeling Tristan trembling under her touch, Claire began her
descent down Tristan s body again when Tristan clamped her legs
tighter around her, preventing her from moving.
Tris, let me go. Sympathizing with her lover s nervousness,
Claire kissed the skin just beneath her. I have been dreaming of
this since we met. I want to taste you.
Tristan slowly relaxed her legs, letting Claire slide lower down
her body. Claire had no intention of delaying one of the things she
wanted most. She nestled her shoulders between Tristan s thighs
and tasted for the first time the woman who had stolen her heart.
Tristan gasped at the touch, making Claire desire her more. She
circled the sensitive clit slowly, enjoying the way it made Tristan s
hips move. Claire wanted to be inside Tristan when she brought
her to the same heights of ecstasy. She slid a finger inside and met
resistance. Claire froze.
Tristan s voice was tempered with emotion. Claire, please don t
stop. I want it to be you.
Unprepared for the revelation, Claire took a moment to recover
from the surprise. She continued to stroke Tristan with her tongue,
distracting her from the discomfort she knew was to come. She
slid a second finger into Tristan s opening, testing the membrane
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with her fingers. As the pace of Tristan s hips became more
insistent, she buried her fingers deep inside, tearing through the
soft barrier, causing Tristan to cry out in pain and surprise. Claire
did not stop her movements, and soon, Tristan matched her pace
again.
Unaccustomed to the things Claire was making her feel, Tristan
was lost in the sensation of it all. Claire s insistent tongue swirled
over her, making her body convulse uncontrollably. The pain she
initially felt when Claire entered her was now replaced with a
feeling of ecstasy she could hardly fathom. Helpless to stop the
tidal wave of pleasure that Claire was drawing from her, she
succumbed to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced,
leaving her emotionally and physically exhausted.
Only when Tristan s body went limp did Claire pull away from
her. Moving up to lie next to Tristan, Claire could see the tears
glistening on her lover s cheeks. She pulled her into her arms, and
with so many questions unanswered, she reluctantly gave in to her
own exhaustion, and sleep overtook her.
Tristan however, lay awake watching the candlelight fading into
the darkness. She d allowed Claire to touch her in a way that no
one had been allowed to before, and myriad emotions flooded her.
She accepted that she was in love with the woman who lay
sleeping in her arms, and with that, she felt so vulnerable and
fearful that she may one day lose what had become so precious to
her.
During their first night together at Tristan s place, Claire got a
taste of what it would be like to be in Tristan s shoes when the
phone rang at 3 a.m. She felt Tristan pull away from her as she
reached for the phone. Hello? Tristan answered groggily.
How bad is he? Claire heard Tristan ask in the darkness. What
hospital is he being taken to? Notify his port manager, and let me
know what the hospital says after they look him over. Thank you
for the notification. Tristan dropped the cordless phone and
groaned.
Do you have to go out to the boat? Claire asked, hoping that
the answer would be no, as she snuggled up against Tristan.
No, they are way up on the Ohio River. If he is admitted to the
hospital, one of the port managers will go up.
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Good, Claire mumbled as she drifted off to sleep with her lover
cocooned in her arms.
An hour later, the phone rang again. Tristan untangled herself
from Claire and answered it. What? Tristan sat straight up in
bed. He knows better than that! We do not stop a boat to wait on
a crew change! She remained silent for a minute, and Claire
figured the person on the other line was doing some serious
explaining. Tell him to get that boat back in gear, and the crew
will catch up with them! Tristan barked into the phone and hung
up.
She lay back down, and Claire snuggled up next to her, trying to
soothe her annoyed lover. Is there anything I can help you with?
she asked as she ran her fingers through Tristan s hair.
Tristan sighed. I shouldn t let them get me so angry. They just
pull the most moronic stunts sometimes, and I get so aggravated.
I m sorry I woke you up. I can go sleep in the living room if you
want.
Claire tightened her hold. Not a chance, Tris. The calls aren t
bothering me enough to let you out of this bed.
Blissful sleep claimed them once again, but just before sunrise,
the phone rang for a third time. Hello! Tristan barked into the
phone. Yes, I remember. The guy with the chest pains,
right? She sat quietly for a moment, listening to the report. So,
you re telling me it was gas, and he was not having a heart attack,
he just had to belch or something? Tristan paused a moment
before speaking again. Chad, I m sorry. I didn t mean to blow up
on you. I know you re just the messenger.
Claire rolled over and buried her face in the pillow and laughed
until she cried. She never got to hear the rest of the conversation
and was still laughing when Tristan lay back down. You can stop
that laughing, you little brat, Tristan snickered.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Tristan woke up and untangled herself from Claire and spent a
long time admiring her sleeping lover before getting out of bed.
She pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before making her way
to the kitchen to feed her tiny tiger and start the coffeepot. For a
fleeting instant, Tristan felt the familiar fear and apprehension well
up inside her. Pausing for a moment, she leaned against the wall,
fighting the nausea that accompanied her panic. The compulsion to
run nearly overwhelmed her, and she silently questioned her
decision to allow Claire to stay.
Glancing down at the orange tabby awaiting his breakfast,
Tristan realized how foolish it would be to flee her own home. For
the first time she could ever remember, she put someone else s
feelings before hers, knowing it would devastate Claire to be left
alone again. Not this time, she whispered to the cat. The fear
receded after her admission, making her believe that she had won
a pivotal battle in the war against herself.
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knew at that moment that she did not want to ever be apart from
this woman with whom she felt so connected.
Once her strength returned, Claire kissed Tristan, teasing her by
letting her tongue graze her bottom lip but not slipping it into her
mouth. She sucked Tristan s lip as she ran her fingertips over her
swollen nipples. Tristan moaned and bucked against her, and
Claire wasted no time. She slipped down and drew Tristan s right
nipple into her mouth. She sucked and teased until she had Tristan
panting and clutching the sheets.
Tightening her legs around Claire s, Tristan tried to prevent her
from moving any farther down her body. You can t control me,
Tris. I can kiss and nibble wherever I please, Claire said playfully
as she demonstrated by moving to the left nipple and treating it
with the same care with which she had lavished the other one.
Feeling Tristan trembling under her touch, Claire began her
descent down Tristan s body again when Tristan clamped her legs
tighter around her, preventing her from moving.
Tris, let me go. Sympathizing with her lover s nervousness,
Claire kissed the skin just beneath her. I have been dreaming of
this since we met. I want to taste you.
Tristan slowly relaxed her legs, letting Claire slide lower down
her body. Claire had no intention of delaying one of the things she
wanted most. She nestled her shoulders between Tristan s thighs
and tasted for the first time the woman who had stolen her heart.
Tristan gasped at the touch, making Claire desire her more. She
circled the sensitive clit slowly, enjoying the way it made Tristan s
hips move. Claire wanted to be inside Tristan when she brought
her to the same heights of ecstasy. She slid a finger inside and met
resistance. Claire froze.
Tristan s voice was tempered with emotion. Claire, please don t
stop. I want it to be you.
Unprepared for the revelation, Claire took a moment to recover
from the surprise. She continued to stroke Tristan with her tongue,
distracting her from the discomfort she knew was to come. She
slid a second finger into Tristan s opening, testing the membrane
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with her fingers. As the pace of Tristan s hips became more
insistent, she buried her fingers deep inside, tearing through the
soft barrier, causing Tristan to cry out in pain and surprise. Claire
did not stop her movements, and soon, Tristan matched her pace
again.
Unaccustomed to the things Claire was making her feel, Tristan
was lost in the sensation of it all. Claire s insistent tongue swirled
over her, making her body convulse uncontrollably. The pain she
initially felt when Claire entered her was now replaced with a
feeling of ecstasy she could hardly fathom. Helpless to stop the
tidal wave of pleasure that Claire was drawing from her, she
succumbed to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced,
leaving her emotionally and physically exhausted.
Only when Tristan s body went limp did Claire pull away from
her. Moving up to lie next to Tristan, Claire could see the tears
glistening on her lover s cheeks. She pulled her into her arms, and
with so many questions unanswered, she reluctantly gave in to her
own exhaustion, and sleep overtook her.
Tristan however, lay awake watching the candlelight fading into
the darkness. She d allowed Claire to touch her in a way that no
one had been allowed to before, and myriad emotions flooded her.
She accepted that she was in love with the woman who lay
sleeping in her arms, and with that, she felt so vulnerable and
fearful that she may one day lose what had become so precious to
her.
During their first night together at Tristan s place, Claire got a
taste of what it would be like to be in Tristan s shoes when the
phone rang at 3 a.m. She felt Tristan pull away from her as she
reached for the phone. Hello? Tristan answered groggily.
How bad is he? Claire heard Tristan ask in the darkness. What
hospital is he being taken to? Notify his port manager, and let me
know what the hospital says after they look him over. Thank you
for the notification. Tristan dropped the cordless phone and
groaned.
Do you have to go out to the boat? Claire asked, hoping that
the answer would be no, as she snuggled up against Tristan.
No, they are way up on the Ohio River. If he is admitted to the
hospital, one of the port managers will go up.
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Good, Claire mumbled as she drifted off to sleep with her lover
cocooned in her arms.
An hour later, the phone rang again. Tristan untangled herself
from Claire and answered it. What? Tristan sat straight up in
bed. He knows better than that! We do not stop a boat to wait on
a crew change! She remained silent for a minute, and Claire
figured the person on the other line was doing some serious
explaining. Tell him to get that boat back in gear, and the crew
will catch up with them! Tristan barked into the phone and hung
up.
She lay back down, and Claire snuggled up next to her, trying to
soothe her annoyed lover. Is there anything I can help you with?
she asked as she ran her fingers through Tristan s hair.
Tristan sighed. I shouldn t let them get me so angry. They just
pull the most moronic stunts sometimes, and I get so aggravated.
I m sorry I woke you up. I can go sleep in the living room if you
want.
Claire tightened her hold. Not a chance, Tris. The calls aren t
bothering me enough to let you out of this bed.
Blissful sleep claimed them once again, but just before sunrise,
the phone rang for a third time. Hello! Tristan barked into the
phone. Yes, I remember. The guy with the chest pains,
right? She sat quietly for a moment, listening to the report. So,
you re telling me it was gas, and he was not having a heart attack,
he just had to belch or something? Tristan paused a moment
before speaking again. Chad, I m sorry. I didn t mean to blow up
on you. I know you re just the messenger.
Claire rolled over and buried her face in the pillow and laughed
until she cried. She never got to hear the rest of the conversation
and was still laughing when Tristan lay back down. You can stop
that laughing, you little brat, Tristan snickered.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Tristan woke up and untangled herself from Claire and spent a
long time admiring her sleeping lover before getting out of bed.
She pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before making her way
to the kitchen to feed her tiny tiger and start the coffeepot. For a
fleeting instant, Tristan felt the familiar fear and apprehension well
up inside her. Pausing for a moment, she leaned against the wall,
fighting the nausea that accompanied her panic. The compulsion to
run nearly overwhelmed her, and she silently questioned her
decision to allow Claire to stay.
Glancing down at the orange tabby awaiting his breakfast,
Tristan realized how foolish it would be to flee her own home. For
the first time she could ever remember, she put someone else s
feelings before hers, knowing it would devastate Claire to be left
alone again. Not this time, she whispered to the cat. The fear
receded after her admission, making her believe that she had won
a pivotal battle in the war against herself.
Lost in thought, she sat down at the kitchen table, ignoring the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]