She threw back her head and laughed.
The sound that would never get old.
She looked back at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “Do I get morning sex every day?”
“And afternoon sex and shower sex and nighttime sex and hell, baby, even balcony sex,” I assured her.
She laid her head on my chest. “I love you.”
Bethy
Tripp’s mouth touched my ear. “I need inside you. It’s been five days of me remembering how fucking amazing that pussy is. Will you let me have you out here in the dark?”
As he asked, his hand slipped down the front of my shorts. I knew we were far enough away from other houses, but there was still the chance that someone could be out walking the beach. But then he slipped his finger inside me, and I decided I didn’t care.
I moved off of him and started tugging down my shorts and panties. His eyes flared, and he moved his hands to the zipper on his jeans. “I swear, when we get home, I’ll kiss every inch of you and take it nice and slow.”
I straddled his lap, and he pulled out his hard length and held it as I lowered myself onto it.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.
If I wasn’t so needy for him to fill me, I would have taken the time to tease him.
“There it is . . . yeah . . . sink down . . . fuuuuuck!” he roared as I slammed down onto him.
I threw back my head and cried out. I had known I was ready for him, but I hadn’t realized just how wet I was until he’d slipped in.
His hands grabbed my ass as I moved over him. “I’m going to lie back and let you ride,” he said before crushing his mouth to mine. I moaned as his taste invaded me.
When he finally broke away, I shoved his chest back, and he laughed before lying back. I placed both hands on his chest and began to lift my hips up and down, panting as the sensation built. The pleasure I knew was coming.
“Pull your tits out, baby. I need to see them,” he ordered in his husky voice that could make me do anything.
I pulled my shirt up and jerked my bra down so my breasts fell free.
“God, yes,” he said as his hands cupped them gently before squeezing. Praises fell from his lips as he rolled my nipples in his fingers and watched my chest bounce. “So damn gorgeous,” he whispered as he grabbed my hips and arched up into me.
“I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, pressing down harder on him. “Harder, Tripp. I’m so close,” I begged.
Tripp flipped me onto my back. “Open wide for me, sweetheart. Spread those legs, and let me sink into that sweet pussy. I’m ready to feel you come on my dick,” he said, his voice thick with need.
That was all I needed. Tripp’s dirty words sent me spiraling off, and I reached for him, crying his name as he lowered his mouth to my ear and told me just how wet I was and how sweet it smelled. When the second orgasm hit me, I was pretty sure I screamed.
My name tore from Tripp’s lips just as his body jerked over me. My vision was blurred from the climax I’d had, but I watched my beautiful man as his mouth fell open and he filled me with his release.
When he was done, he wrapped me up and rolled onto his back, still buried inside me. “I think I’ll just stay inside you all the time,” he whispered against my hair.
Right now, I just might agree to that.
Tripp
I leaned against the doorframe of our bedroom, watching Bethy sleep. She was exhausted, but then, she’d also had six orgasms before I let her go to bed. Smiling, I took a drink of the water I’d gotten out of bed to get. She was here in my bed. My ring on her finger. I had pictured this moment for eight years.
She was my world.
Unable to stay away from her too long, I walked over and set my glass down on the nightstand. She rolled over, and her eyes fluttered. She yawned before looking at me. “I’m cold,” she whispered sleepily. “Come keep me warm.”
Smiling, I pulled back the covers and climbed in. “Always, baby. Always.”