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Its not love

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(FINISHED)Jenna Robinson is a young waitress finishing school. But one day she meets a guy named Tristan and her whole life changes. View table of contents...


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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34

Submitted:Jul 13, 2012    Reads: 695    Comments: 13    Likes: 2   


Author's note: (This note will be long. Sorry) I've noticed once I've read this over that This story is slowly somewhat becoming Fifty shadesof Grey with a mixture of the twilight saga breaking dawn. So not the direction I wanted it to go in. So I'm trying to bring it out of that direction. And that story Fifty shades of Grey, is the reason I won't continue to write "Sex Kitten" Because I feel like I'd be plagiarizing from E.L. James. And I hate it when people plagiarize. But maybe i can turn it into a fifty shades of grey fan fiction. So i might continue it afterall. The story i'm not sure im gonna continue is i thought i left it in the past. More personal than i thought it was before. So thats definitely discontinued. Thanks for reading. Oh...and when i said that this story won't be as long as a rockstar's heart, i was lying. Bye Lovers! Enjoy this chapter that mainly contains sex lol

Chapter 23: Honeymoon

We had to get across on a boat to get to Tristan's beach house. Well. Our beach house. But when I seen it, my lord. It looked better than my and Tristan's house. Tristan smirked when he saw my reaction. It was lit up by little candles going up the stairs. Tristan helped me out of the boat and smiled. "Like it?" He asked.

"I love it. It's just so….oh my god."

He opened the double door and let me go in and he slowly followed. I looked around peeking in room and every room is more beautiful than the last.

Tristan was watching me the whole time and I just became aware of it as he kept his eyes on me.

"Want…to see the bedroom?" He asked. I could hear the need in his voice. He held his hand out and I slowly accepted it. We walked up the stairs slowly and Tristan led me to a bedroom with red silk sheets and a king sized bed like his but this one was slightly smaller. The lights were dimmed and there was a huge floor to ceiling window showing the view of the ocean. I slipped my shoes off and went to the window looking out.

I was unable to explain how I felt right now. My heart was beating fast as I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I closed my eyes as he moved my hair to one side and kissed my shoulder and then my arm and then back to my shoulder. He doesn't normally do this. It was a tiny romantic thing but it wasn't something he normally did.

I turned to him and he was undoing his tie and then his shirt. We were staring in each other's eyes the whole time as he began taking his clothes off. He slid the shirt off of his shoulders and then leaned his forehead against mine still looking at me. "We're not going to fuck tonight." He whispered backing away from me. My mouth dropped open. Was he serious?

He took off his shoes and then his socks and walked back to me and turned me around. As he unzipped my dress slowly, he left little kisses on my back. "We're going to make love." He whispered against my skin. I let Tristan do all the work. I was too caught up in this moment to undress myself.

Tristan let my dress fall to the floor and then he unsnapped my black strapless bra and placed his lips against my back. His lips softly brushed against it and went back to my shoulder. He took my hand in his and sat me on the bed and I laid down staring up at him. He stared at me with this deep look of lust in him.

Lust was running through my veins right now. I wanted him so bad. He pulled his pants down and left them on the floor and then he pulled his navy blue boxers down and his cock sprung out. I almost went right up to it and sucked it but like Tristan said, he wanted to make love to me which we don't normally do.

Tristan got onto the bed and grabbed the waistline of my panties while looking up into my eyes, and slowly pulled them down.

I watched his fingers as they rubbed against my skin while he pulled my panties down. I was completely naked and longing for him. He spreaded my legs and began kissing from my knee to my inner thigh and he started tongue kissing my already wet pussy which sent me up into the clouds.

I closed my eyes while silently crying his name over and over.

I put my hands though his soft hair and gasped when his tongue went inside me. "Oh, please." I whispered unable to say anything else.

I cry louder when his tongue flicks against my clit sending me on edge. "Oh! Tristan please. Tristan!" I released while breathing hard and looking down at him. He picked his head up and placed both a hand on either side of me then looked down at me. He leaned down and kissed me and then pulled back a little. "Open your mouth, Jenna." He whispered and I did what he said and I felt his tongue stroking mine and he kissed me hard trying to get a response out of me but I was still coming down from the heated orgasm to respond.

"Don't you taste good, Jenna?" He whispered I nodded and he kissed me again as he slowly entered me. I let out a small cry as he filled me completely. He stared at my eyes the whole time. He wanted to see my face while he entered. His face was filled with pleasure and I'm sure mine was too. He pulled back and thrusted in deeper. I placed my hands on either side of his face and he kissed me while he thrusted agonizing slow. But I could feel so much power in his hips and it felt so right. So good. So unbelievable. I never felt so much power in his thrusts before now. He was in so deep. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt the muscles in my stomach tighten. I kept my eyes on Tristan's and I can tell from his faster movements that he was about to cum. His mouth latched onto mine as he put more power into the hips and thrusted deeper. "Please, Tristan. I want to cum. I want to cum." I begged.

Tristan nodded while still staring into my eyes. "Cum, baby. Cum for me." As soon as he said that, I exploded around his length and moaned his name. I could feel Tristan releasing inside of me and crying my name as he thrusted hard one last time. I couldn't take my eyes off his. He laid down on his elbows and moved pieces of my red hair from my face and softly breathed out. "I love you." He whispered.

I could feel my eyes watering. I loved Tristan so much it was truly insane. It was insane how much he had me in his trap. I was the mouse and he was the peanut butter. I was the little kid and he was the candy.

"I loved that." I whispered.

Tristan smiled. "I actually did too."

"How come you never made love to me before now?" I asked.

Tristan slowly pulled out of me and laid beside me. "Because I'm not the type of guy who makes love. You know that. It just felt right to do it tonight."

I kept my eyes on him as he ran his fingers though his "just fucked" hair. I always loved that.

"Come here." He said holding out his arms. I scooted over to him and he held me in his arms. He kissed my hair and sighed softly. "Tristan?" I asked.

"Jenna?" I smiled and looked up at him. "Why me?"

"Because out of anyone I ever met, you annoy me the least."

"Oh that's a good reason." I said sarcastically.

Tristan gave me a half smile. "The second I saw you, you had me smitten. Is that good enough for you?" He asked.

Yep. That was definitely more than good enough. Because he had me smitten the first time I saw him also. "Yes that's good enough." I whispered. Some time as I was talking, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was no longer in the warm embrace of Tristan. My new husband. He always gets up before me. A familiar song was playing and I lit up as I realized that an Aerosmith song was playing downstairs. I was still naked so I grabbed a robe that was hanging up in the closet and slid it on and tied it up and walked downstairs silently. "Dream on" was on and I smiled widely. I got into the living room and I saw an iPod sitting on the coffee table and Tristan was sitting on a couch staring at it in amusement. His head was slowly moving side to side. He only had on his boxers and it made me want to jump on him.

When the song was over, he turned the iPod off and sat it back down. "So, what do you think?" I asked. He turned and smirked. "I see its appeal now." He said nodding. He slowly walked over to me and kissed my forehead.

"Are you hungry? The housekeeper just filled up the refrigerator."

I nodded. "Yeah. I'll cook." I said. I went to the white kitchen and Tristan followed me as I did. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs and milk and strawberries.

Tristan leaned against the counter watching my every move. I grabbed the bread and put it next to me and grabbed a big bowl from the cabinet and sat it down. I looked for the cabinet that would contain seasonings, found it, and then grabbed the cinnamon.

I broke the eggs and mixed them in the bowl along with a little milk and some cinnamon. After I was done mixing it, I grabbed a skillet and turned on the stove and put some butter in the skillet. I put a slice of bread in the pale yellow mix and placed it on top of the melted butter. After that, I got another skillet and made bacon. When I was done, I gave Tristan a plate of food and sat my plate on the table. Tristan sat next to me. I picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it. "I want to talk about last night." I said.

"What about it?" He asked.

"I liked it."

He smirked. "But we've had sex before. A lot, Jenna."

"That wasn't sex, Tristan. We made love like you said we would and I want to do it again."

"Why?" He asked cutting a piece of French toast, dipping it in light syrup before putting it into his mouth.

Oh shit I wanted him.

Oh yeah, I got him.

"You were….sweet last night." I said.

"Am I not normally?"

I shook my head. "You're an ass mostly but I liked seeing that other side of you last night. I want to see it more often."

"Why don't you like being on top?"

What? I did like being on top. "I do like it. But I like it better when you're on top. It's sexier to me." I admitted. Tristan smirked.

I dipped my finger and swirled it lightly in the syrup. Tristan grabbed my finger and put it in his mouth. Slowly sucking the syrup off.

The look he gave me was so dark and seductive. I wanted to throw the plates off of the table and have him fuck me on it right now.

He released my finger and gave me a sexy crooked smile.

Tristan was done with his food before I was and he watched me as I ate. When I was done, I washed the dishes.

The one thing I hated was that I'm going to be getting my period soon. Should have scheduled the honeymoon later or earlier.

Tristan came up behind me and kissed my hair. "Want a bath?" He asked. I nodded and followed him upstairs to the huge bathroom. There was a walk in shower in the corner. A huge counter with a floor to ceiling mirror going all across from one wall to the other and in the middle of the room was a bathtub. Tristan turned the water on and looked at me and slowly walked up to me and untied the robe and slid it off my shoulders staring into my eyes. "Get in." He demanded while turning the water off, the tub was half full. I got in enjoying the warmth of the water on my body as I sat down.

Tristan slid his boxers off, his cock fully erected as he sat in the tub behind me. I leaned back against him and relaxed and closed my eyes.

"What was your first thought when you first saw me?" He asked. Where did that come from? I opened my eyes.

"I became wet when I first saw you." I admitted flushed.

Tristan's hand went down and his finger pinched my clit. I moved my hips forward to feel his hand on the most intimate part of me.

"Honestly?" He asked.

I nodded. "I wanted you the second I saw you." I said. His finger rubbed my clit softly. "Oh Tristan. I…"

"You what?" He asked taking his finger away.

"I hate you for teasing me." I said.

He chuckled against my hair. "Get used to it. You're mine now and I get to tease you if that's what I want to do."

"It's not fair. I've never teased you. Ever." I said.

He snickered. "My sweetheart, you are a goddamn lie. "

I turned my head to him a little. "I let you into my bed when we hardly knew each other. When have I ever teased you?"

"The first day we met. Your voice. Your hair, your eyes. Even your ass made me want you. And you knew that I wanted you. You started arguing with me that day when what you really wanted to do was fuck me but you didn't. You knew I wanted you."

"I did not."

"Yes you did. Did you not see the way I was looking at you? I wanted to be inside of you that first moment I saw you. Just as badly as I want to now. Get the picture?"

"I get it, smartass."

"Good then." He kissed my hair again.

When we got out of the tub, we wrapped a towel around ourselves and then went into the bedroom.

Tristan pulled the towel off of me and looked at my body like it was a drink of water on a hot ass day.

He took his towel off and sat on the edge of the bed and he pulled me towards him so I was right in front of him. He left soft kisses on my stomach and against my belly button and his lips trailed down lower to the lips of my pussy. I sucked in a breath and put my hand in his hair. His kisses got deeper as he kissed my inner thighs and then back to the lips of my pussy.

He looked up to me and smiled. "You've always tasted good, sweetheart." He whispered. I closed my eyes and moaned as his nose inhaled me.

"You smell good too, Jenna. I fucking love that." He said. Never thought I'd be praised for how I smell.

Tristan laid back on the bed looking at me and I knew what he wanted. I crawled onto the bed with him and grabbed his member in my hands and looked at him as I put my mouth over the tip. Tristan immediately placed his hand in my hair. His breathing got heavier.

I let him thrust it deeper into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. "Oh god, Jenna." He whispered. I let my tongue caress his length slowly and sensually while I kept my eyes on him. From the look on his face, I was doing a good job.

I loved the taste of him. Salty and sweet. Just like his personality…kind of. "Fuck, Jenna, I'm about to cum." He said grunting. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to feel it. He made me this way. Kinky and full of lust. He thrusted his member in my mouth hard and I could feel his cum spill into my mouth. He groaned and whispered my name softly.

I swallowed while he weaved his fingers through my hair and looked down at me.

"Come here." He whispered. I crawled up to him and he laid me on my back while he got on top of. He was hard again….already. Did I really have that effect on him?

"I thought you said we were going to be the kind of couple that will do something different in bed every night."

"You don't like it this way?"

I nodded my head. Yes the fuck I did. More than anything.

"I love it, but I just remember you saying that."

"I like it this way whenever we make love. We can use those other positions for a causal fuck day."

"Casual fuck day?" I asked.

He nodded smirking and then leaned down to kiss me while he slowly entered me. I moaned in his mouth while his length entered deep inside of me. Tristan rested on his elbows and looked at me. Our lips were inches apart. He stared in my eyes as he continues to thrust his length in and out of my oversensitive pussy. He kissed me to muffle my cries. My fingers scratched his back almost drawing blood. I gasped every time he went in hitting my g spot. Tristan was panting hard as his hips stroked hard against mine and his cock rubbed against the walls of my pussy creating a friction that I could hardly take.

Tristan used his teeth to tug on my bottom lip and sucked on it while holding my hands down. I moaned and bit his bottom lip back. The kissing became violent yet deep. Kinky yet dangerous. Just like him.

I could feel my walls squeeze him and he let out a sexy groan that sent me off. I cried out as I released over his cock. And my release triggered his. He panted harder and I could feel his warm cum shoot inside me. He stays where he is still looking down at me. He leaned down so our foreheads are touching. His breathing slows down.

Mine does also as he sighs.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Jenna."





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