Page 37 of Crashing the Altar
“Glad we understand each other.”
The quick return to obedience after he’d tested the limits of our dynamic deserved a reward.
I let my legs fall open. “Here’s what you’re gonna do,” I began. “You’re going to reach between us and rub my clit.”
Without delay, he rose to his knees to be able to work a hand between our bodies. When he slicked a thumb through my pussy, missing the mark, I patiently guided him to the right spot.
“Feel that?” I helped him work circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
His brows furrowed in concentration. “Yeah, it’s like I’m rolling over a pebble.”
That was one way to describe it. “That’s my clit. If you want to make me feel good, that’s a great way to start.”
I pulled my touch away, and his fingers continued the rhythmic motion on their own.
My hips lifted in response. “Perfect. Just like that.”
“Now what?”
“Now’s your turn to ride me so hard you fill me up again.” When he remained still inside me, I slapped his ass. “Get moving!”
Just like that, Tripp was off to the races, pumping into me as he panted in my ear, his fingers working furiously between my thighs. If the combination hadn’t stolen my breath away, I would have praised his efforts because, for someone without any experience, he was crushing it.
“God, yes.” I threw my head back on a moan. “Fuck me harder, Tripp.”
His pace grew punishing, each jarring slam forcing me further down the bed until my head was hanging over the edge. The world was upside down, and I didn’t care because the fire my best friend, my husband, my lover stoked between my legs was consuming me.
Tripp’s deep grunts came in time with the slapping of flesh each time our bodies crashed together.
“Please,” I begged on a whine, completely strung out and ready to snap. “Keep going. I’m right there.”
Dipping his head, he tugged one of my nipple piercings between his teeth, and that’s what sent me shooting into the stratosphere. Black darkened the edges of my vision as pleasure stole over me. My throat grew raw from screaming; my hoarse cries were endless as Tripp’s cock kept up its brutal pace between my thighs.
“Fuck,” I gasped when it sank in that he just might throw me into a third orgasm if he kept going. “I can’t take another. It’s too much.”
That’s when Tripp truly unleashed. Teeth gritted, he became a man possessed, pounding into me without mercy.
I couldn’t stop the freight train from barreling down the tracks toward me. When it slammed into me, stealing my breath away, tremors wracked my body, leaving me shaking uncontrollably beneath him until he finally roared his release and collapsed on top of me.
We were a pile of sweaty, tangled limbs, our erratic breathing deafening in the silence that followed our noisy coupling.
Exhaustion settled deep within my bones, and with the arms of the man I’d loved my entire life wrapped around me, my eyes drifted shut, and I surrendered to the call of the sandman.
Chapter 10
Penny
Steambillowedaroundmeas I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body. Pausing on the threshold, I drank in the sight of my cowboy sitting on the edge of the bed. This morning, he was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, and if it weren’t for my battered pussy needing a break, I would have jumped his bones all over again.
His eyes lifted to where I stood as he tucked his phone away.
“They’re mad, aren’t they?” Anxiety twisted my gut into knots. While I was in the shower, Tripp had called home. Yesterday had been such a whirlwind, and I hadn’t stopped to think much about the impact of my runaway bride act.
Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his black hair. “They just wanted to know that you’re safe.”
“Of course I’m safe. I’m with you.”
That brought a small smile to his lips, and he clarified, “I think the concern was more for your emotional well-being. Yesterday was . . . a lot.”
