Page 48 of Crashing the Altar
His hand fell away from my mouth, and I frantically sought out his. Our lips connected at the exact moment he anchored his hold on my hips and began to move me over his length.
As promised, he swallowed down my endless moans, which rose in pitch and volume the faster he worked me over. The way he shifted me over his lap had my swollen, hypersensitive clit brushing against the base of his dick with each pass, making me whimper, the pleasure too much and not enough at the same time. Then, he held me down, rotating me just enough that he hit the perfect spot inside and out, and I screamed down Tripp’s throat while I spasmed around him, stars bursting behind my eyelids, brighter than any that could be found in the night sky above us.
I was still riding the waves when Tripp tore his lips away, gritting out, “One more.”
Blissed out of my mind, I panted, “Can’t.”
“Liar,” he all but hissed.
The hand was slapped back over my mouth as the fingers of its partner dove between my dripping slit without mercy. Grunting, he pounded up into me ruthlessly, and the minute he made contact with my clit, I detonated, my body seizing a split second before violent tremors wracked me from head to toe.
And yet, he still didn’t stop.
“Almost there,” he bit out. “Hold on, baby.”
I was floating somewhere above us, on another plane of existence, as a fourth orgasm slammed into me. Finally, that’s when Tripp let go, biting down on my shoulder as the warmth of his release flooded my insides.
Completely boneless, I’d never been so satisfied in my entire life.
My mouth was uncovered, and I sucked in ragged lungfuls of air. My dress was stuck to my skin, soaked through with sweat.
I shivered as my heated skin cooled in the open air, and that had Tripp pulling the blanket up to my chest and wrapping his thick arms around me.
Sighing in contentment, he remarked, “Best first date I’ve ever been on.”
Huffing out a laugh because this so happened to be theonlyfirst date he’d ever been on, I snuggled deeper into his arms. “Yeah, me too.”
More than anything, I wished we were experiencing all of our “firsts” together, but there was a comfort to be found in knowing there were so many that lay ahead of us.
Forever stretched beyond the horizon, waiting to be explored.
Chapter 12
Tripp
Myfavoritewaytostart the day was with my face between the love of my life’s thighs.
For years, I’d hung out in the bunkhouse or on the rodeo circuit with men who had slept with more than their fair share of women, so I’d heard talk about eating pussy before. But I never realized how much I’d love it.
Even with the moans spilling from my wife’s lips—fuck, I still couldn’t believe Penny was my wife and mine forever—there was a very real possibility I enjoyed this sexual act more than her.
My dick sure did. It was hard as steel, rutting into the mattress while my head was tugged by the hair to guide my tongue in the perfect spot to bring Penny pleasure.
Fuck, she was practically drowning me down here, but the taste of her was so sublime, I would greedily drink up as much of it as she’d gift me with.
Penny pulled my face deeper into her open pussy. “Tripp. Baby, I’m close.”
That was my cue. Shifting my weight to one side, I added two fingers, curling them as I searched for the spot that worked like magic to make her shatter.
Her breathing hitched, followed by a guttural groan as her hips bucked so wildly that I ran the risk of coming away with a nosebleed.
Found it.
Applying firm pressure to her inner walls, I continued to flick furiously over that hidden pearl with my tongue, pinning her hips down when they shot off the bed, trying to escape the intensity of my oral assault.
“Oh God.” The words came out as a breathless pant before she chanted, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Her pussy fluttered around my fingers before locking down tight, and when her back bowed, I lifted my gaze to watch her fall apart. With her pale skin flushed, and pink nipples pointed toward the ceiling, my beautiful girl let out a scream that echoed throughout the room.
