i need you darling come on set the tone

i need you darling come on set the tone by ssaarah 

I heard a knock at the door and my stomach did flips. Tristan was here. I checked the timer on the oven that the lasagna was cooking in and then made sure the soup was still simmering before running a hand through my hair and walking to my door to open it.
"Hey." Tristan grinned and I bit down on my lip as I shamelessly checked him out. Usually I saw him in suits, business attire and yes, he looked sexy in them but this Tristan was wrapped up in a cashmere sweater and dark jeans...I was pretty sure I was drooling.

"Hi." I breathed out finally, stepping aside. "Come in." He walked around, looking at my apartment. Even though it was an old building the inside was upscale modern with just a hint of old world charm and I loved it.
"This is a great place." he said, looking around at the high ceilings and spacious living room.
"Thanks." I smiled, "I love it." I felt equal parts nervous and excited. Oh and there was always the low hum of arousal I felt whenever I even thought about Tristan. Honestly? I wasn't sure if this was a date. Again. That happened a lot with him. I knew both of us had decided Ben's opinion of us was too much to handle, but it also seemed that we were helpless to resist the pull of wanted to be around each other. At least that's what it felt like to me.
"It smells incredible in here." He said turning towards the kitchen.
"I know." I grinned. "I made lasagna. You said you liked Italian."
"I love it." he nodded. "You look beautiful." he stepped closer and reached out to brush my hair out of the way.
"Thank you." I said softly, swallowing and looking down at my jeans and tank top. It wasn't high fashion or anything, but sometimes simple was better.
"This doesn't have to be awkward," he said after a moment of silence, smiling at me with a warmth I rarely saw in anyone let alone the strong man in front of me. "Friends, right?" I pursed my lips and felt myself leaning into him before I realized it and stopped.
"Are we friends?" I asked and tilted my head to the side. It would be easy to say that we were, that we were two people that were attracted but were better off platonic. But we had slept together. I had come apart from his hands, his mouth, with him inside of me. It changed things no matter how much I pretended I was the queen of casual. "I'm not sure what's going on between us...."
"I'm glad you invited me over." he smiled, looking like this was so easy for him. Maybe I was thinking too much into it.
"Technically you asked me out to dinner," I reminded him and smiled back finally. "But I'm glad you're here too. How about we open a bottle of wine? Are you hungry? Dinner isn't ready yet, but I have cheese and crackers." Tristan laughed as he followed me into the kitchen, another thing about my place that I was in love with. The stainless steel appliances and white cabinetry was beautiful, but it was the teal subway tile backsplash and high celings with a sky light that made me fall in love with the place.
"Do you always go all out like this?" I looked around the room, wondering how much I should say before going with the truth and shaking my head, "Honestly? No."
"Well I'm honored," He told me and sat down at the table.
"I'll have some wine if you are, but if that lasagna tastes as good as it smells then I don't want to fill up on crackers." I laughed and nodded as I grabbed a corkscrew and opened a bottle of something Ben had brought over last week, pouring it into two glasses and then leading him over to the couch, we had about 15 minutes before dinner was ready.
"How was your day?" I asked softly, pulling my feet up underneath me and trying to act like I would with any other friend.
"Oh you know, wake up, work out, work...this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me all day." he grinned and took a sip of his wine. "Wow....good wine."
"It is." I agreed. "Work isn't exciting?" I asked after swallowing. He shrugged.
"Sometimes. Today it was mostly just going though portfolios." I laughed.
"Oh yeah, a guy can only look at hot woman after hot woman for so long." I chuckled.
"I didn't say it was all bad." He grinned. "I remember the day I met you." He said slowly.
"Oh I remember that too, it was the first time a casting agent that worked for BMM had blacklisted me. I didn't even know you could do that." I laughed as I thought back to what a brat I had been even then. "Also the first time I'd ever wanted to jump a guy I also wanted to punch." I added seriously.
"Well I'm glad you didn't punch me," he said seriously and smiled when I laughed again.
"What about the part where I jumped you?" I joked with a grin....though which time? I'd tried more than once. Tristan shook his head.
"Yeah, no complaints there."
"I don't usually get any," I winked at him but still fell my cheeks flush as I thought about all the times we'd been alone together. "I still can't believe your mom walked in on me... I think that was the single most horrifying day of my life."
"She's already seen you in your underwear. Over half the world has. Don't worry about it. She probably thought it was something work related."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better or worse?"
"Girls would kill for your career. Never feel bad about what you do."
"Says the man who won't date models," I grinned finally and leaned in, getting comfy against the couch.
"I don't date models because I can't handle them," he grinned back, "There's something intimidating about a woman who can buy a dress that's worth my rent and only wear it once."
"You handled me fine." I said without thinking, watching as heat flashed in his eyes.
"Just fine?" he asked slowly, his pitch just a little deeper than the words he had spoken before and it sent a chill through my body.
"No. That was a vast understatement." I admitted, forcing myself to pull it together. "Besides not all models can afford thousand dollar dresses. Just the good ones." I smirked and he nodded.
"You mean like you." I shrugged.
"I've never only worn a dress I bought once, if I like something enough to wear it, I can wear it again." I shrugged, knowing that that philosophy had appeared in the tabloids a few times in the "Stars wearing the same dress...5 times!" section. But who cared?
"Still." He laughed and took a sip of his wine. Damn just watching him sip wine was sexy. That was stupid.
"You don't think you can handle me?" I asked, smirking a little.
"I thought we were just friends." He pointed out, a grin on his lips matching my own. I chuckled and played with my wine glass idly.
"I think we passed the friendship line a while back." I admitted. "I know we said the Ben thing was a dealbreaker....but honestly? I've never wanted to be your friend Tristan. At least not just your friend....I don't really know how to go about it."
"Chloe..."
"I know I know." the buzzer on the oven chose that moment to ring and I forced a grin. "Saved by the bell." I winked and hopped off the couch to go pull the food out of the oven, scooping up the heated sausauge and potato soup into two bowls we could start on while the lasagna was cooling. I also grabbed the garlic knots and the bottle of wine, juggling them all the way to the table where Tristan already was.
"You made soup too?" he asked, widening his eyes as I grabbed some spoons and refilled his wine glass.
"I love soup." I smiled. "I hope you don't mind a little spice." Tristan looked at the food on the table as if he'd never seen a home cooked meal before.
"Everything looks amazing."
"You might not have known this about me, but I know my way around a kitchen," I winked, biting my bottom lip to keep from saying something dirty. What was wrong with me?!
"You're full of surprises," he smirked.
"Bad ones usually," I said with a soft laugh while I watched Tristan take a spoonfull of soup to his mouth and enjoying the look of pleasure on his handsome face. "At least according to you..."
"So far I have no complaints." he shook his head.
"Why Tristan Williams, I'd almost think you're flirting with me," I grinned and mirrored his actions, eating some of the soup too. I moaned quietly because holy crap this was the best soup I'd ever made and it was the first time I'd tried this recipe. "Man I am good."
"The soup is great," he agreed.
"So talk to me about something other than food. I already know how great I am with that,"
"What do you want to know?" he
"When's the last time you had sex?" I asked point blank. One of those word vomit things I tended to do. 
"Five months?" he said slowly, seeming like he was trying to count back and then surprised that it had been that long. I blinked back at him, counting back in my head myself, since that was about how long it had been for me too. Which meant that the last person he'd slept with was me.
"When's the last time you went five months without getting laid?" I asked before taking another spoonful of soup as if I wasn't invested in the answer.
"Um.." Tristan ran his hand through his hair. "I don't really know."
"I mean you had three girls at your disposal at one time." Tristan opened his mouth to speak but I held up my hands. "Not judging! Just saying that clearly you like sex and have pretty easy access to it."
"You sound like your brother." I widened my eyes and then laughed.
"Why is my brother talking about your sex life?" I asked, tearing apart the bread to dip into the soup.
"He just enjoys rubbing the fact that he's getting it daily into my face." I chuckled.
"Yeah, Cami does that too. You'd think they were still teenagers the way they talk about each other." Tristan smirked.
"Were they like that in high school?" I nodded.
"They're worse now though. Disgustingly in love, perfect relationship, perfect son, about to get engaged."
"Ben told you too?" I blinked.
"Ben told you he was proposing?" I asked, getting a bigger grin on my face. "Cami just told me that she felt it coming."
"I think everyone felt it coming." He grinned.
"So back to the orignal topic of conversation.....why are you choosing to be celibate?" Tristan studied me opening his mouth to speak and then licking his lips, seeming to think better of it.
"When's the last time you had sex Chloe?" I felt the power of his words resonating through my body.
"You were the last man I was with." I admitted slowly, getting to the point a little faster than he had.
"Why?" he asked. "You'd have no problem finding someone else." I shrugged, trying to seem normal but honest at the same time.
"Because I don't want anyone else," I said finally, knowing that I was saying a lot. My stomach clenched as he just stared at me blankly. Damn. "Don't you think I want to move on? It'd be so much easier for not just me, but -" All of a sudden Tristan's mouth was on mine. I didn't know what had changed but I wasn't complaining either. Kissing Tristan was awesome. My body melted against his and I slid into his lap easily. His hands reached up and tangled in my hair and his kiss was as desperate as mine. God I'd wanted this, him, for so long.
"Did you do that just to shut me up?" I asked breathlessly, not pulling away because I needed more. He laughed and moved his hand from my hair to cup the back of my neck.
"No."
"Then...?"
"Because I have been wanting to kiss you for the past five months,"
"Good answer." I leaned in and pressed my lips against his again, letting my tongue slide into his mouth and hearing myself moan against his lips. I felt greedy for him, wanting to kiss for hours but also aching for more. My nipples beaded against the thin fabric of my tank top as I pressed against his hard chest. Tristan's hands tightened in my hair, holding my head where he wanted to take the kiss deeper, one hand moving to my hips and then my ass as I realized I was rocking against him. Then he was standing up, picking me up with him as he pushed his bowl back to set me on the counter in front of him. "Five months is a long time." I said breathlessly, watching his eyes travel over my body, starting at my eyes before moving down to my lips, my chest.
"Too damned long." He growled and reached for me again. I wanted to reach back, to pull him against me but I forced myself to pause. I never knew where I stood with Tristan. And I think that was what was keeping me from moving on.
"Wait." I whispered, and I could feel my body protesting.
"What?" He blinked, his eyes darker than usual and so gorgeous I could barely look away.
"Um." I licked my lips. "I need to know what this is before it....before anything else." I said awkwardly. Damn I sounded needy. Maybe I was. At this point? I would take anything that I could get from him. I just needed to know before hand what it was. "Is this going to be another of those times where tonight is epic and then you don't want to talk to me afterwards? If I know now I won't show up in your office in a week." I teased, trying to make the moment lighter.
"I promise that I won't ignore you after tonight." he said before moving his lips to my neck. It felt so good but I still had more I needed to know.
"That didn't really answer my question..." I said quietly, tilting my head back while his lips moved downwards, closer to my chest. "Tristan," I said, hearing my voice shake, from lust or just from the conversation I wasn't so sure. Tristan pulled away and I instantly missed his touch but knew it was going to be easier to talk without that distraction.
"What do you want?" I let my legs fall apart before I grabbed his shirt and tugged him closer.
"I want you..." I trailed off in a quiet voice. "I've wanted you for years. But I need more than a one night stand or friends with benefits. I can't sit around and hoping you might or might not call. I deserve better than that." I watched as his body went tight and he struggled before he spoke.
"You do," Ihe replied and reached out to cup my face, lifting it up to look into his intense gaze. "I'll give you better than that."
"That's not what you wanted to say...." I trailed off, knowing he was holding something back.
"Damn it Chloe." He shook his head. "You really do deserve that. You don't deserve a guy like me but I want you too badly to walk away again." I blinked back at him and finally I was reaching up, sliding my hands up his chest.
"How can you not see how awesome you are? Don't you want more too? Just a little? Don't you want someone who's going to want more from you than just your body? Someone who appreciates how smart and sucucessful and determined you are as much as how sexy you are?" Tristan swallowed and cupped my cheek.
"Yes." He said horsely, widening his own eyes at his answer as if he hadn't meant to talk without thinking.
"To be clear though. I also want your body so bad I can barely think straight right now." I said seriously, my body almost shaking for how much I wanted him, how close we were without being close enough.
"We have that in common." he grinned, his finger tugging on my lower lip to free it from my teeth, his touch zinging through my body.
"The lasagna is going to get cold." I practically whispered.
"I'm sure it reheats pretty well." His lips were back on my neck and this time? There was no holding back for me. I relished in every touch of his lips against my skin, how my body reacted to him more strongly to just this then it had to anything with any other man.
"You're going to make me get hot every time I look at my kitchen table." I moaned softly and felt him chuckle against my neck.
"I'm okay with that." I arched my back to give him more access to my collarbone, his lips dipping into my cleavage for just a moment before pulling back. "Fu.ck you're so damn soft....everywhere.." I slid my hands under his shirt to the smooth skin of his stomach, my hands tracing the lines of muscle.
"You're hard everywhere...." I said breathlessly, wanting to explore him for hours, to discover every part of him with my eyes, my hands, my mouth. His teeth scraped up the side of my neck and I loved it, loved how he touched me.
"You have no idea," he groaned and I grinned as I slid my hands down his chest, down to his belt, pulling him closer.
"I think I might..."
"Chloe," he groaned when I started unbuckling it, feeling like I was unwrapping a present I'd wanted all year long. I lifted my eyes to him as I reached down to move my palm across the length of his dick through his briefs.
"Oh my god," He was long and hard and fucking perfect. My reaction got a big grin out of Tristan and I felt him dip his head and start kissing my neck again, his hands reaching to grab the hem of my tank and pull it off of me. He took just a second to look over my half naked body before his mouth and hands were on me, teasing my nipples to stiff peaks. "My body can't stop shivering and you aren't even inside of me yet...."
"We can do something about that," Ihesuggested, his hands quickly finding my jeans and undoing them. I lifted my ass off the table and he was peeling the denim off of my legs, leaving me sitting there in just my panties.
"We should take this slow," I said, wanting to be smart but also knowing at this point I'd probably do anything he wanted. Tristan lifted me off the counter and found my room easily, glancing around for only a moment before setting me down on the bed. He hovered over me and his hands roamed my body, my legs my thighs my breasts. It was if he couldn't get enough and I wasn't complaining.
"We're not going to have sex tonight," he said, pushing my legs together and groaning.
"I feel like it was a waste to get naked then." I said seriously, my eyes taking in how sexy and dishevled he looked, his pants undone, hair rumpled from my hands and lips red from our kissing.
"Getting you naked is never a waste...." his eyes took in my body and I reached out to pull him down onto the bed before rolling us over so I was straddling him.
"Fu.ck..."
"Are you just going to put me to bed? It's a little early for that." He smirked and shook his head.
"I didn't say we weren't going to do anything....we're both too far gone for that."
"Agreed." I nodded and he flipped me back onto my back and grabbed my blanket, throwing it over me. "What are you doing?"
"I can't talk and look at your perfect breasts at the same time." he said so seriously I started laughing.
"Okay." I grinned. "What do you want to say?"
"I'm not just here for your body either Chlo. I like you. I don't know you as well as I want to but most everything I do know I really like."
"Are you saying you want to date me?" I asked, feeling myself grinning from ear to ear before I thought of something. "What about Ben?"
"Ben's problem with us was that I wasn't serious about you. I am serious about you." His words hit me hard and I reached up to kiss him again.
"Me too." I whispered against his lips.
"I'm not making any promises I'll be any good at this." I laughed.
"Me either. I'm pretty sure I suck at it." I admitted. ".....but I don't want you to sleep with other women." Tristan groaned.
"When will I ever live that down?!" I laughed again and pushed the sheet off of me so I could straddle him again.
"I think I'd like to be done talking now." I said seriously, pushing his shirt up and off off him. Ugh. He was physically so perfect.
"What do you want instead?" He asked, his hands running up my thighs and cupping my as.s.
"I don't want you to leave tonight without cumming for me...." I admitted, remembering how I'd been on my knees in his apartment and how good he'd tasted.
"Oh yeah?" I nodded as I traced the lines of muscle on his toned stomach. "What are you thinking about?"
"How good you taste..." I admitted and was rewarded by his groan. I kept my eyes on him as I followed the trail my hands had made with my mouth, his skin tasted as good as it looked and it looked amazing. I pushed down his briefs and licked my lips before I pressed them against his dick. He was so hard, straining towards me and I moaned as I licked him, hardly knowing where to start.
"I said it before, but oh my god," I whispered and then grinned at him once more, her tongue darting out and running flat up his length, swirling around the head and then back down to his balls. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently and Tristan groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.
"Chloe," he gritted out through his teeth and I wondered if anyone anywhere was sexier than him.
"Is sex still off the table for tonight?" I asked as I started placing soft kisses up and down his dick until he was tugging my hair. "Do you want more?"
"Christ, yes," he groaned, and I gave him what he wanted, taking him into my mouth inch by inch until I couldn't take anymore. I felt his hand on my breast, his fingers playing with my nipple and making me moan against his dick, sucking him harder and faster, feeling out of control with how much I wanted him. I took him deeper into my mouth, letting my eyes meet his as I felt him losing control. He was bucking his hips against my mouth and the look he gave me? I'm surprised I did't fall apart just from that.
"Ah fu.ck Chloe...." his hands tightened in my hair and with a roar he was coming so hard I could barely keep up as I licked and sucked, moaning against him.
"You taste even better then I remember...." I groaned, licking him clean until he was pulling me back up his body and laying me down on the bed.
"You're incredible." I felt my body shiver and flush at his compliment.
"I aim to please." I bit my lip and reached up to run my fingers through his hair. "I don't want you to leave." I whispered softly.
"Chloe...."
"Don't worry, I'll respect your desire to respect me.....for the most part." I grinned, ready again to make him lose his mind over my hands and mouth over and over again.
"I don't want to leave either." He kissed me and I felt my body melt against his, my curves a perfect fit against his hard body.
"Good." I whispered against his lips as my hands explored the corded muscles on his back down to his ass. I wanted to never stop touching him. I nuzzled my face into his neck and kissed the spot where it met his shoulder.
"What's that grin for?" I asked softly.
"I don't remember you being so handsy," he opened his eyes to smirk at me. "Not that I'm complaining."
"I feel like a kid in a candy store," I grinned into his gorgeous eyes. "I'm afraid that I can't stop touching you." Tristan rolled onto his side and propped his head on his palm, using his free hand to turn me towards him before he was kissing me. It wasn't like the desprate kisses we'd been sharing, but it was no less intense. It was long and slow and soft, his fingertips ghosting down my neck and grazing my collarbone and then my breasts, slowly seducing me until my nipples were straining towards him.
"I take it back. I never want you to stop touching me instead," I whispered.
"Where?" he asked, still playing with one of my nipples.
"There is good..." I trailed off feeling my breath grow heavy. His hand slid down between my legs, and I groaned with him when he slipped two fingers inside of me easily, then pulled them out to run over my clit. "That's even better," I moaned, spreading my legs further.
"You're soaking wet," his eyes glanced down, watching his hand rubbing me in slow circles.
"I know..." I breathed out, arching my hips against his palm.
"Does sucking me turn you on?" He asked a co.cky smile on his gorgeous face. I nodded.
"God yes." I squirmed against him as he teased me, his eyes getting darker. "But so does being in the same room as you...." I admitted.
"Do you remember how hard I made you cu.m on my desk?" He licked his lips and merde I could practically already feel his mouth on me. I just nodded, unable to speak, moaning instead. "Do you want that again?"
"Please...." I managed to say as he slid two fingers inside of me again and lowered his lips to my cl.it. No mater how much I'd fantasized about this? Nothing compared to the reality. "Oh yes!" My eyes shut tight as his tongue worked literal magic on my body. If he could somehow replicate that mouth as a se.x toy? He'd be a billionaire. His fingers pumped me at a steady pace as his tongue worked circles over my cli.t and I felt him add a third finger slowly. His fingers were big and it was a tight fit, but nothing compared to his di.ck and oh my god I wanted that even more.
"That's it Chloe...." he pulled away to watch me squirming against him and I let myself look between us to wear he was touching me, the picture so damn sexy I could barely handle it.
"Tu me rends fou Tristan...." I moaned as I tightened against his fingers and he groaned, bringing his mouth back down to my hypersensitive cl.it, pushing me right over the edge into an intense climax I couldn't have prepared myself for if I'd tried. I felt like I came for hours, moaning how good it was with any words I could still remember, my body going completely limp as I came back down to earth.
"I'm not sure what that means, but I'm guessing it was good for you," he grinned, hovering back over her to kiss his way back up my body.
"Yes," I breathed out and arched into him when he nipped at my stomach, making me moan again. "How do you still not speak French?"
"No desire to learn the language," he admitted, flicking his eyes up to mine just as he ran circles around my nipple with his tongue. I reached down to tangle my hands in her hair to pull him back up to my lips again.
"You should probably learn... since your girlfriend is French," I whispered and then widened my eyes as I realized what I'd said, before Tristan groaned against my lips and not a "this girl is moving to fast" groan either. Before I could think to hard on my words I felt him reach between us and guide his dick up and down my still sensitized clit. He was going to tease me to death. He propped my right leg on his hip and pushed forward to give me an inch of him, but it was enough to make me cry out. "Tristan...." His lips moved to my neck as he held himself barely inside of me.
"I like the sound of that."
"My moans?" I grinned.
"That too."
"Stop teasing me..." I moaned out, so close to begging him no matter what he'd said before.
"I'm not," he said seriously, bringing his eyes back to mine when he finally pushed deep inside of me. I gasped, feeling almost too much but I wasn't complaining. Not at all.