My free hand holds onto his wrist while he works his fingers inside of me and the pad of his thumb moves against my clit in a perfect, blinding rhythm that steals the breath from my lungs. With my hips rolling against his hand, his mouth trails from mine, leaving kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. He stops there, sucking and kissing at my skin.
“Lovey,” I whine with my grip tightening on his wrist as electricity rockets throughout my body.
Soft, warm lips meet my ear, first with a kiss, and then with a whisper.
“Come on my hand,” he tells me. “I know you need it, baby, I can feel it.”
Pushing his fingers deeper inside, he adds pressure to my clit with his thumb, and I fall apart. My arm wraps itself around his shoulders and I hold onto him like a lifeline while he brings me to orgasm. As I come down, his hand cups my pussy, his palm massaging against it as I catch my breath; and then those same two fingers slide right back inside of me.
“Ohmy—”
My grip doesn’t falter on him as my head falls backward and my fingernails bite into his shoulder. His fingers are relentless against every sensitive nerve and every needy spot inside and out that aches for his touch.
I watch his face while he touches me, flushed and focused. This is the Tripp that I remember. The man whose own pleasure was derived from mine, who loved to watch me come for him over and over again, as many times as he could make me.
I’m not sure what it is that we’ll wind up calling last night, and I’m not sure if it will ever happen again, but whatever it was…it freed me. It freed him. And I’m not sure if he’s realized that, yet.
My body tremors as he pushes in deeper, and my head falls to rest against his shoulder with a harsh whine.
“Tripp, I need you,” I plead with my body writhing against him.
“I know you do, baby,” he tells me almost sympathetically. “Give me one more, and I’ll give you what you need.”
My thighs clamp around his wrist, my knees pulled to my chest as he changes the movement in his hand. His fingers no longer gently beckon pleasure from the sensitive spot inside. It’s his entire arm working those fingers against that spot, using a strong and unrelenting motion that makes the table wobble underneath me as I whine and gasp in his grip.
The ends of my fingernails bite into his bicep as strangled sounds claw their way from the depth of my throat, blinding heat stealing all of the air in my lungs.
“There she goes,” he purrs as my body tightens and I desperately cling to him, my face pinching as I fight for any semblance of self control. “That’s it, baby, let me have it. Make a mess for me.”
I cry out against a tsunami wave of pleasure that gushes against his palm in a spray, leaving every inch of my body shaking and my lungs empty while I gasp for air. His fingers slowly withdraw from their position and he swirls them against my clit in a gentle caress as he meets me in a kiss, and it doesn’t matter that my body is already spent.
I still need him.
It seems almost effortless, the way that he keeps his lips on mine as he brings one of my ankles to his shoulder. I gasp, breathing through pursed lips as he slowly teases, gliding the solid length of his cock between my lips to tease my sensitive clit before pushing inside of me with a low and heady ‘fuck.’
With a hand cupping his face, and between slow, heated kisses, we watch each other while he fucks me. His forehead presses against mine, and we meet each other’s gaze. I watchthe glowing almond of his irises dance as his pupils restrict and expand, seeming to respond to every moan that I feed to him.
I bring my fingers to my clit, answering its pleading call with my eyes locked onto Tripp’s.
“Kiss me,” I beg him, nearly choking on the words.
He starts at my neck, sucking at the same spot he’d visited earlier before trailing slowly toward my lips. When they’re finally about to make contact with his, he stops, bringing his voice to a low purr.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” He taunts, his breath dancing against my skin. “Is this tight, perfect pussy gonna come on my cock?”
I nod, biting down on my lower lip with a desperate whine as words escape me.
A hand kneads into the flesh of my breast, firm and rough, and my husband’s lips crash into mine to send lava rocketing through my every vein. As I fall apart, squeezing him inside of me, his mouth leaves mine to meet my breast.
He nibbles at the curve of it, grazing his teeth over my nipple before pulling it into his mouth to roll his tongue over the peak, savoring it before coming up for air.
Bringing them from their post, his lips meet the crook of my neck to pepper kisses onto my skin between moaned curses. He’s forced to part from me as his body tightens, and he looks between us to watch himself sink inside of me with every push of his hips.
He’s close, and he’ll pull out of me, but I don’t want him to. I don’t want this to end yet.
“Don’t leave,” I plead breathlessly, with my fist tangling into his hair. “Don’t leave me yet.”
His lips crash into mine in a hard kiss, and his tongue slides against mine as he thrusts deeper, letting his hips meet the soft pillow of my ass.
