By the moon, I swear

SINFUL PASSION

Amber went home in a cab. When she got into the house all was silent. Everyone was asleep. She sighed and headed to her room. She was dead tired and all she wanted was to take a shower and drop on her bed and succumb to slumber. She would deal with tomorrow when tomorrow got there.

She opened the door to her room relieved to be in her room at last. Reaching for the switch and clicking it on, what she saw nearly gave her a heart attack. Tristan was there on the floor on his knees, his ass seated on his legs in his full naked glory. Amber felt her insides knot as her traitorous heart leapt. My God he was so big and beautiful. Mouth flatteringly gorgeous. A temptation in full blast. Just looking at him and she could barely manage shallow breaths. Allowing her mind to wonder, she imagined him crushing her against the wall, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth unhesitating, demanding. She, responding to him with such an abandon that she never knew she had capability of. Even with the layers of clothes she wore could no it prevent warm moisture developing in her mound.

Trying to compose herself she whispered, ‘Tristan?’ hoping that maybe her wishes can become a reality after all. It was then when he didn’t react that it dawned on her that he was in his trans form. Her mind raced trying to come up with ways to get him awake while not poking her desire further when his head nudged upwards facing her.

‘Linda. You are home. Finally.’ He said the words in so much pain as if they were burning him alive. Amber closed her eyes trying to swallow the pain and humiliation. What hurt the most is indifference. People claim that love is supposed to be a source of comfort, protection and passion. Loving someone however and it not being mirrored hurts most so if the love of your life does not even recognize your existence. To her even the one that has experiences the pain of parting with a loved one is at an advantage because at least at some point the she was the center of existence in his life. he loved and saw her for who she is even if a breakup happened in the long run. With Tristan however, he even forgot her name. to him she was just a mirror to the love he was still holding onto.

Not wanting to traumatize him she ignored the sharp jab of pain from him mistaking her for his woman and answered curtly,‘ Yes, I’m home.’

‘Thank God,’ he whispered in a faint voice as he rose to his feet quickly closing the distance between them.

'I have missed you,' he whispered pushing her against the wall. His strong hands locked around the back of her neck as his head lowered and his lips closed on hers. She lifted her hands to his shoulders to push him away to no avail.  The kiss was gentle and tender yet possessive, a kiss profound with yearning and desire from the man she wanted. All her mind, body and soul were engraved in the kiss igniting electric sparks that exploded all over her body. Her thoughts pushed in a far corner of her brain and locked in a cage. Whether in trans or awake it was evident that Tristan knew where to delicately touch or kiss to make her crumble and do his bidding. He knew of the power he had over her.

She could feel her breasts pressing against his bare chest, her heart threatening to explode. She tried to ignore the jolt of desire that brought her to no avail. His mouth was devouring her the kiss getting more aggressive. It was as if he was making love to her with just his mouth. Their tongue’s tangled, battled and their breaths collided exiting her arousal even more. She felt her knees buckle and were it not for him holding her she was pretty sure she would have dropped on the floor. Instinctively, she parted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, gaining a groan of approval from him as he thrusts intimately against her. His grip then glided down her ass, as he grinded faster like a lunatic.  She drank what he gave and  returned it with the same passion. Holy s**t, not even Gabriel’s kiss was this passionate or steaming not even by a hundred mile. She even moaned in his mouth uncontrollably a sob building in her throat from the immense pleasure. She breathed with difficulty, couldn't think only feel the intense passion spiraling between them knowing it was wrong yet felt so right. She never wanted it to end if only the clock could stop at moments like those. God, Tristan was driving her insane.

She panted and grasped at his shoulders when he pulled away and looked into her eyes. The expression on his face was shuttering. ‘You are mine Linda Mine and don’t you dare forget it,’ Tristan whispered in her ear possessively. ‘Mine.’ Before he spun around and strode to the door leaving the room. Leaving her slumping on the floor her body on heat in need of release. The earth shuttering kiss had brought her close to the edge and then he had left her there alone as if she could satisfy herself.

Running to the bathroom she switched on the cold shower hoping it would calm down her primal desires, her throbbing cunt. Inside she seethed. She even swallowed hard at the knot that formed at the back of her throat. She didn’t know what pained her the most. The fact that he was in trans state and wouldn’t remember by morning or the fact that it was Linda he loved and not her. She who was right in front of his eyes.