Behind the Mask - part 3

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You’re lying on your bed, unable to sleep. Your body still tingles from last night’s encounter with Tristan in the carriage. The memory of his touch sends shivers down your spine. ‘I couldn’t help but think of our time in the carriage last night,’ you whisper to yourself.

The sound of a knock on your door startles you. You sit up, wondering who could be visiting at such an hour. Cautiously, you open the door and find a note on the floor. It’s from Tristan. Your heart skips a beat as you read his words:

“Meet me tonight. My mansion. 10 pm. Don’t be late.”

The thought of seeing him again sends a thrill through your body. You can’t resist the temptation to see where this forbidden passion will lead.

At precisely 10 pm, you arrive at Tristan’s mansion. The grand entrance is lit by flickering candles, casting eerie shadows on the walls. You take a deep breath and knock on the door. It opens slowly, revealing Tristan in a silk robe, his blue eyes burning with desire.

“You came,” he says, his voice low and husky.

“I couldn’t stay away,” you reply, your own voice barely above a whisper.

Tristan steps aside, inviting you into the dimly lit room. The air is thick with anticipation as he closes the door behind you. Without saying a word, he takes your hand and leads you up the grand staircase to his bedroom.

The room is bathed in soft moonlight, casting a romantic glow over the large four-poster bed. Tristan turns to face you, his eyes locked on yours. Slowly, he begins to unbutton your blouse, revealing your creamy white skin and the lacy bra beneath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he traces a finger along your collarbone.

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers brush against your sensitive skin. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, and you know that you can no longer resist the temptation of their forbidden passion.

With shaking hands, you reach for the tie of his robe, loosening it with a gentle tug. The silk falls away, revealing his toned chest and the trail of dark hair leading down to the waistband of his pants. Your eyes linger on his body, drinking in every detail.

Tristan’s hands move to your hips, slowly sliding your skirt down your legs. You step out of it, leaving you clad only in your bra and thong. He runs his fingers along the edge of your underwear, teasingly close to the apex of your thighs.

“I want you so badly,” he groans, his voice raw with desire.

You can feel the wetness between your legs, evidence of your own arousal. You reach for the button of his pants, desperate to feel him inside you. With a quick tug, the button comes undone, and his pants fall to the floor, revealing his erect cock, throbbing with need.

Tristan lifts you onto the bed, your legs spread wide as he positions himself between them. You can feel the heat of his breath on your skin as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. His tongue darts out, teasing your lower lip before delving deeper, exploring every corner of your mouth.

As you kiss, Tristan’s hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing your nipples. You moan into his mouth, the sensations sending shockwaves through your body. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

Your bra is quickly dispatched, and Tristan’s hands find your breasts again, massaging them gently before taking a nipple into his mouth. You arch your back, pushing your chest towards him as he sucks and nibbles at your sensitive flesh.

Tristan moves lower, kissing your stomach and tracing circles around your belly button. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of your thong, teasing you before finally pulling it down and tossing it aside. You’re now completely naked, exposed to his hungry gaze.

He settles between your legs, his tongue darting out to taste your wetness. You gasp as he laps at your folds, his tongue probing deeper with each pass. His fingers slide inside you, curling and thrusting in time with his tongue’s movements.

“Tristan,” you moan, your hips bucking against his face. “Please…”

He looks up at you, a wicked grin on his face. “Please what?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.

“I need you inside me,” you whisper, your eyes locked on his.

Without another word, Tristan positions himself at your entrance. He pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching your wetness. You gasp as he fills you, inch by delicious inch. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, urging him deeper.

Tristan begins to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. You match his movements, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your moans and Tristan’s grunts of pleasure.

As you reach the peak of your passion, you look into Tristan’s eyes and realize that you are falling for him, despite the risks their relationship poses to your reputation. In this moment, nothing else matters but the feelings coursing through your body and the man who has awakened them.

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You wake up the next morning in Tristan’s arms, his warm body spooning yours. The sun is streaming through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. You can feel Tristan’s morning wood pressing against your backside, and despite the events of last night, you find yourself craving more.

Tristan stirs and kisses your shoulder, his hand wandering down to your breast. “Good morning,” he whispers in your ear.

“Morning,” you reply, turning to face him. His eyes are heavy with desire, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement course through your body.

Tristan rolls on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roam over your body. You moan softly, arching your back to meet his touch.

Suddenly, Tristan pulls away and looks at you with a mischievous grin. “I have an idea,” he says, getting up from the bed. He walks over to the window and opens the curtains, flooding the room with sunlight. Then, he turns to face you and says, “I want to watch you touch yourself in the sunlight.”

Your cheeks flush at his bold request, but you can’t deny the thrill it gives you. You sit up in bed, your legs spread wide as you begin to touch yourself. Tristan watches intently, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they slide in and out of your wet pussy.

“That’s it,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “Show me how much you want it.”

You moan loudly, your fingers moving faster as you approach climax. Tristan can’t resist any longer; he climbs back onto the bed and positions himself behind you. He enters you from behind, his thrusts powerful and relentless.

As you both near orgasm, Tristan grabs your hips and pulls you back against him, their bodies melding together as they cum simultaneously. You collapse onto the bed, your body slick with sweat and your heart racing.

Tristan rolls off of you and lies on his back, breathing heavily. “That was incredible,” he says, looking at you with a satisfied grin.

You smile and say, “I can’t imagine not seeing you again. I’m willing to take the risk if it means being with you.”

Tristan leans over and kisses you softly on the lips. “I feel the same way,” he says, his eyes filled with desire and longing.

You spend the rest of the morning wrapped in each other’s arms, your bodies intertwined as you drift in and out of sleep. The risks of your relationship weigh heavily on your mind, but for now, all that matters is the feeling of Tristan’s skin against yours and the passion that burns between you.