THIRTY-EIGHT
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illow gave herself up to it, lost in the beautiful pleasure he was giving her.
But he stopped just when she was on the edge.She opened her eyes, looked down the length of her body to find him staring up at her.Her heart raced fast and hard, her legs quivering.“Why did you...”
“Let me,” he repeated, and lowered his dark head once again, sliding his tongue inside her before gliding up to focus on her clit.
Pure sensation enveloped her, robbing her of the ability to think or speak.Pushing her to the brink of release.
He slid a finger into her, easing the ache while igniting a million tiny nerve endings that amplified what he was doing with his tongue.Stroked her inside and out in a steady, unhurried rhythm that rocketed her straight to the edge of control.
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop...
She wasn’t sure if she was silently pleading it or begging out loud.Didn’t care, only knew she might die if he didn’t keep going.
And he did.Slowly, relentlessly building her pleasure until she reached the point of no return.
One last velvet caress of his tongue along the edge of her clit, blended with the delicious friction from his finger, and she soared over the edge.Release punched through her in blinding waves, her ragged cry of release barely registering.
Tripp stayed where he was, didn’t move until she went limp on the bed, fighting for air, her fingers still locked in his hair.Oh my God.That had definitely been worth the wait and all the buildup.
She felt transformed, knew she would never be the same again.Not just because of the pleasure Tripp had just given her.But the way he’d done it.That heart wrenchingly reverent way he’d held her and touched her as he’d taken care of her needs so unselfishly.
He nuzzled her belly.Kissed the spot just below her navel before stretching his large, heavy frame on top of her.She could feel the hard length of his erection pressing between her legs through his jeans as his mouth found hers for a slow, deep kiss.
She wanted to see all of him.Touch all of him.Feel him inside her and watch him come apart the way he’d just watched her, knowing she’d given him the same level of pleasure.
“Get these off,” she demanded, tugging at his jeans.
She felt his lips curve against hers.Nipped impatiently at his lower one, and he reached down to undo his fly.She shoved the parted denim down his thighs, grasped the top of his underwear and slid both her hands inside to grab his firm ass.
Tripp groaned and quickly twisted aside to strip everything off.“Don’t move.”He levered off her and hurried to the attached bathroom before she could get a good look at his naked body, ripping open a condom packet as he came back onto the bed.
It was too dark for her to see him clearly.She sat up, laid her hands on his bare chest and dragged them down slowly, staring at the shadowy length of his erection standing proudly between his splayed thighs.
He sucked in a breath when her fingers closed around him.She made a hungry sound and rubbed her face against his chest, kissing and licking while she stroked his length in her fist, swirled her thumb through the slickness around the thick head.
Tripp’s breathing quickened, his abs and thighs tensing.“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, nipping at the contour of his pec.
He caught her chin in one hand, dragged her mouth up to his and pressed her down onto her back.She let go of him only long enough for him to roll the condom on and then reached down to take him in her fist again, bringing him into position between her thighs as he settled on top of her.
They stared at each other in the dimness, faces inches apart, his big body poised on top of her.
She reached her free hand down to grab his ass and pull him closer, raising her hips in silent demand.Inhaled at the heat of him, the intense pressure as he entered her.
“Willow, God,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut as he pushed deep.
She caught her breath.Locked one knee around his hip and turned his face toward her for a deep, lazy kiss while she rolled her hips upward.
The motion undid his control.Tripp’s fingers locked in her hair, squeezing tight as he began to ride her.
Willow held onto him as her heart pounded out of control, the warm glow of pleasure starting up again inside her.She slipped one hand between them to stroke her clit, moaned at the starburst of sensation it caused.He was so hard inside her, the smooth, rhythmic friction incredible, augmenting the glide of her fingers.
Incredibly, she felt another orgasm starting inside her.She clung to him while it built and built and built, his guttural groans of pleasure making the climb that much sweeter.She loved knowing she was making him feel as good as he was her.
