Chapter 65: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Always & forever!

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“You are beautiful,” Damon whispered, raising his hand to Tristan’s face.

Damon’s fingers moved slowly down Tristan’s chin to the column of his throat, then to the first button on his shirt. He slowly undid the buttons on Tristan’s shirt and took it off. Tristan took over then and started unbuttoning Damon’s shirt, dropping a kiss on Damon’s revealed skin after each button that came undone. Once he had finished with the buttons, Tristan pulled the fabric aside, revealing Damon’s taut muscles and sexy abs, and then lowered his head to take one of Damon’s nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck baby.” Damon groaned, placing his hand on the back of Tristan’s head to stroke his hair, enjoying the pull on the taut circle of flesh.

When Tristan moved to Damon’s other nipple and started twisting the other with his fingers, Damon cried out in pleasure. Damon pulled Tristan off his nipple and lowered his head to capture Tristan’s mouth in a hungry kiss. He quickly divested Tristan of his boots, socks, pants, and boxers and picking him up, bridal style, proceeded to kiss Tristan senseless. With a groan, Damon broke off the kiss and laid a fully aroused and trembling Tristan gently on the bed.

Tristan laughed shakily. “I just knew you would carry me at a point this evening.”

Damon laughed as he stripped out of his clothes, revealing inch by inch of his sexy delicious body. Tristan watched him, licking suddenly dry lips as his hand moved to stroke his hard cock. His husband was gorgeous.

Damon groaned low in his throat when he turned to find Tristan stroking his hard leaking cock. “You make me so damn hot baby.” He murmured, covering Tristan’s body with his.

And cut off from the rest of the people on the yacht, the couple made mad sweet love to each other. When Tristan felt Damon inside him, stretching him, filling him, he closed his eyes and moaned softly. It was divine.

When they both felt the intense orgasm barreling down their spine, they looked at each other and Damon whispered, “Come with me, baby.”

Damon increased his thrusts and the stroking of his hand on Tristan’s cock, their gazes locked on each other. He was floored by the glazed look in Tristan’s eyes. Tristan in the throes of passion was a thing of beauty.

“Damon…” Tristan gasped and that was all the signal Damon needed.

“Right there with you baby.” He captured Tristan’s lips in a fiery kiss, shooting into him just as Tristan shot between them. It was mind-blowing. Their bodies were perfectly in sync. They both groaned into the kiss but never once broke off the kiss. Even after that intense orgasm, the two continued to kiss each other softly and oh so sweetly.

“Thank you for being mine Tristan Thomas Reid. I love you. So much.” Damon said, his eyes suspiciously bright.

“And I love you, Damon Thomas Reid. Thank you for being my husband.” Tristan replied, gently wiping at a tear that had slipped out of Damon. “And thanks for the surprise. Anything more and I swear I would have fainted.” He chuckled.

Damon quickly busied himself with rolling off Tristan but Tristan read the move and took hold of Damon’s chin, forcing him to look into Tristan’s questioning eye.

“What did you do Damon Bartholomew Thomas Reid? What other surprise are you…”

Damon groaned, thinking of ways to kill his beautiful mother for telling Tristan his middle name. “Baby I have to go get a washcloth for yo…”

“Not today. I want to feel you in me. Now tell me. What are you hiding?” Tristan peered into Damon’s eyes.

“Okay, okay.” Damon groaned, flopping onto his back and praying that Tristan wouldn’t get emotional or angry. He just wanted him to laugh with happiness. “I might have spoken to Adriana about your preferred car.”

“Might have? Damon…” Tristan groaned.

“What? I’m not too comfortable with that bike you speed around on. Just…humour me please. Drive the car sometimes. Pretty please!” Damon pouted and batted his lashes at Tristan making him roar with laughter.

“Will you stop making that face? It’s so not you.” Tristan wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. “So you got me a…”

“Lamborghini Reventon.” Damon drawled. “Adriana said you’re in love with that car. It’s waiting in our home as I speak. Can’t wait to see you driving the shit out of it.” Damon grinned.

Tristan went so quiet Damon’s heart sunk. He moved to cover Tristan’s body with his and buried his face in Tristan’s neck, chanting…

“Please, please, please.”

“What? Why are you saying that?” Tristan asked, confused.

“Please don’t get angry or emotional,” Damon murmured into Tristan’s neck.

“I can't not get emotional. It's not every day I'm given one of the most expensive cars in the world as a gift. What the fuck do you want me to do? I didn’t even get you anything.” Tristan ended in a whisper.

“You gave me the greatest gift of all my love.” Damon raised up his head to look into Tristan’s eyes with all the love that he felt, in his. “You.” Then he lowered his head and captured Tristan’s lips in a languid kiss.

“I don’t know what to say,” Tristan whispered, slightly shaken.

“Just say you will love me forever.”

“I do, and will forever Damon,” Tristan said with so much emotion.

“Good. Better get used to this, husband mine. I plan on spoiling the shit outta you.” Damon said, moving off Tristan.

“And what am I supposed to be doing whilst you’re spoiling the shit out of me?” Tristan drawled.

“Laugh Tristan. I want to hear you laugh. You have no idea what it does to me when I hear you laugh.”

“Damon, the last thing I feel like doing right now is laughing. I want to…”

“Need help with that?” Damon cut Tristan off and then pounced on him, tickling him mercilessly.

Their delighted laughter rang out in the room. The whole day had been a roller-coaster of emotions. The couple wanted to end the day on a high by simply having fun with each other. They both knew there were bound to be challenges along the way, but they also knew their love would stand the test of time. They were together and that was all that mattered.

THE END