Page 93 of Crashing the Altar
I was on sensory overload. I couldn’t focus on any particular part of the pleasure he wrung from my body. It surrounded me, coming at me from all sides, threatening to suffocate me, but I welcomed it. If I was here with him, lost in him, nothing could touch us.
Our movements were languid as we savored the feeling of connection. Heat prickled beneath my skin and sweat rose to the surface as my body strained against his.
Tripp’s soft grunts mixed with my moans as he drove me higher. His hand dipped lower, the pads of his fingertips teasing my slit. It was pure torture deciding whether to shift forward to gain friction on my clit or remain in place to keep from losing the sweet slide of his cock hitting my G-spot with every thrust.
His breath was hot in my ear. “You’re safe, Lucky. I’ve got you.”
That was all it took for me to finally let go. As if he knew what his words would do to me, his fingers found my clit, rubbing furious circles as he pounded into me from behind. The sudden shift from soft and slow to hard and fast had pleasure erupting through every nerve ending, and all I could do was hang on for dear life as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me.
“That’s it. Give me another one,” Tripp gritted out, voice strained.
My mouth opened to protest that I wouldn’t survive another, but my parted lips only allowed a shrill scream to escape as he slapped my pussy, sending me hurtling over the edge for a second time in rapid succession.
“Fuck. Penny.” My name was a hoarse cry on his lips when he stilled at my back, cock twitching as warmth flooded my insides.
I was left boneless and trembling after those back-to-back earth-shattering orgasm, so Tripp’s strong arms banded around my torso were the only thing keeping me from collapsing to the bed. My chest heaved as I sucked in gasping breaths as my heart thrashed against my ribcage. Its tempo matched the one I could feel racing against my back.
Lips brushed against my sweaty temple, murmuring, “Better now?”
Exhaustion pulled my heavy eyelids all the way down, and I hummed.
Halfway to sleep in my kneeling position, I was only vaguely aware of my body being handled and repositioned from vertical to horizontal before unconsciousness took a firm hold.
When I opened my eyes, the events of the past twenty-four hours came rushing back, and I groaned so loudly it woke Tripp.
He bolted upright in bed, eyes wide and searching. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
I flung my arm over my face dramatically. “I ruined your birthday.”
A relieved rush of air left his lungs. “Oh, that. Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it?” I cried. “It was literally the worst birthday in the history of birthdays!”
“Hey, come here.” He tugged my arm away and pulled me up to sit beside him.
My lower lip pursed out in a pout as I snuggled into his side. “I’m sorry.”
Tripp dropped a kiss to the top of my head. “It wasn’t all bad. I got laid.”
“Not funny,” I grumbled.
“No, not funny,” he agreed. “Hot as fuck.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he added, “You should let me be in control more often. Swear to God your pussy clamped down so hard when you came I worried it was gonna snap my dick clean off.”
That got a small giggle out of me, and the vibrations of his own chuckles tickled my face where it was pressed to his chest.
I peeked up at him. “You’re really not mad?”
He shook his head. “When have I ever been mad at you? Name one time in our whole lives.”
He had me there.
Anger wasn’t something Tripp exhibited often, and on those rare occasions, it had never been aimed in my direction—even though I sometimes frustrated him beyond reason.
My silence proved his point, and he changed the subject. “I spoke to Bex yesterday.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What about?”
“I called to see if she could offer us some legal advice on the best way to proceed.”
