He lowered his head and covered my mouth with his again. The minty taste of him made my knees weak. I grabbed his arms again, and a growl came from his chest before he pulled back and then took me down to the blanket with him. “Straddle me again,” he said, moving me over his lap. I was careful not to sink down onto him again. I didn’t want to end this. But he grabbed my hips and pushed me down until my center was tightly pressed against his hardness. “Fuck,” he groaned, and I realized it felt good to him, too. I’d thought he had stopped earlier because he didn’t like it.
I was relieved, because this friction felt better than anything we’d done so far. I relaxed into his lap. Tripp kissed my mouth again, but then his mouth was moving down my neck, his lips brushing across my collarbone. My breasts were aching so badly. Seeing his mouth so close was too much.
Before I could break down and whimper, his mouth moved lower, and he pressed a kiss to one of my puckered nipples before pulling it into his hot mouth. The sensation that followed sent a string of fireworks off in my body. I grabbed his head and held him there. This was heaven, and I didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
His teeth teased me, and then he sucked harder. I chanted his name, holding his head against me. When he moved to the other breast, I whimpered in relief. This was amazing. His hips moved under me, and the other part of my body woke up again. The tingling in my breasts was joined with the one between my legs. I rocked against him, and he groaned as he continued to lavish my breasts with attention.
I took that as a good thing and began rocking on him again. With each rub of his hardness against me, I became more crazed. There was something there that I needed. “Tripp,” I panted, not sure what it was I was trying to achieve, though I knew I wanted it.
He lifted his head from my chest and claimed my mouth again. I threw all my hunger into the kiss, wanting him as close to me as possible. He pulled back for a second and jerked his shirt over his head before returning to our kiss. My wet, sensitive nipples were pressed up against his chest, and I wanted to weep with joy.
I needed him closer. I rubbed against him harder, and my breathing became erratic. I had to get there. I couldn’t control myself. There was a need inside me taking over everything else.
Then Tripp’s hand slipped inside my bikini bottoms, and I stopped moving and sucked in a breath. He was going to touch me. There. Oh, God.
“Trust me,” he said again, as if reminding me.
I nodded, but I didn’t breathe. When his finger slid along my folds, my entire body jerked in response. “Oh, God!” I cried out, unable to contain myself.
“Shhh. Easy, baby. I got you,” he said in my ear as he held me against him. His breathing was heavy and as fast as mine. “You’re soaking wet,” he said as his finger slid easily along me, because he was right: I was wet.
I ducked my head, suddenly embarrassed. Was I supposed to be wet? Was he grossed out?
“Bethy, sweetheart, look at me,” he said, using his free hand to tilt my chin up. I forced myself to do as he asked, and the heat in his eyes made my breath catch.
“The fact that you’re wet for me is so sexy. It means you want me as much as I want you, and nothing could ever be sweeter than that. Ever,” he said, then slipped a finger inside me.
At that moment, I would believe anything he said. “I want to taste you, here,” he said, sliding his finger back out of me. I had heard about that. I knew people did it, but I wasn’t sure why. “Can I taste you? Will you let me?” he asked, his voice strained. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I was. If he wanted to taste me, then I’d let him.
I nodded, and he moved me fast. I was on my back as he pulled my bottoms down my legs. I was completely naked. No guy had ever seen me naked. I was suddenly very nervous.
Tripp didn’t notice, though. His focus was completely on my most private area. He pushed my thighs open, and the light in his eyes got brighter. That could not be attractive down there. Why did he seem to like it so much?
He lowered himself until his head was between my legs. His finger was on me again, but this was different. I was completely open to him. Not hidden under my bottoms. “You’re even beautiful here,” he said in a soft whisper as he ran a finger slowly down until it met with the opening it had entered earlier.
“Ahhh, Tripp,” I said as my hips bucked involuntarily from the touch of his finger.
“Mmm-hmm,” he replied before the heat of his tongue touched me.
“Aaahhhhh!” I screamed at the contact. It was so much better than feeling his finger, which I thought would be impossible.
“Tastes better than I imagined,” he said against my heated flesh, then licked me again. I couldn’t breathe. I was lost. This was too much and not enough.
Tripp’s mouth began to taste me with wild abandon as he slipped his tongue inside me, then back up, circling the most sensitive area there. Each time he touched that one spot, I cried out his name. I couldn’t stop myself.
The growing feeling inside me escalated, and I knew I wanted whatever it was. If I died from this, I’d be OK with that. It was worth it. I just wanted more. I felt as if I was about to fall, and I wasn’t sure where.
“Tripp,” I said, grabbing at his shoulders.
“Come for me, sweetheart. I want to taste it,” he said as his hand moved up my body to cup my breast.
I exploded, or at least the world around me did.
Tripp
Present day
She hadn’t looked over at me once. It was deliberate, too. Smiling to myself, I stopped watching her so closely and turned my attention to Woods as he took a seat beside me. “You good?” he asked me. This was a regular question from Woods. Especially since I’d told him about my past with Bethy.