Page 46 of Bliss: Part 1
“You can always stop,” Dash said beside me, his voice calm. He wasn’t warning me. It was a reminder that I was still in control.
I looked at him and nodded, then turned back to Tripp. “I want this.”
“Good.” He smiled slightly. “Come here then.”
He tugged me closer, his fingers digging just a little more firmly into my hips. I looked at his mouth, urging myself to focus only on the kiss, not the way his cock throbbed against me.
I sucked in a breath and held it, then closed my eyes as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his.
He didn’t move at first. He let me lead, let me show him I could do this. I placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him slowly, letting my lips linger and slide softly over his. He tilted his head back slightly, his body relaxing under mine, and his hands slid from my hips down to my thighs.
I pulled back just enough to catch my breath. But instead of waiting, he lifted one hand and gently cupped the back of my head, guiding me back to him.
This time, when our lips met, he took control. His mouth parted, and his tongue slid between mine. I opened for him without hesitation, letting him kiss me deeply.
His tongue curled around mine, slow and sensual, and I melted into his lap with a low moan. I heard Dash shift beside us, his presence giving me the quiet reassurance I needed.
Because of them, I didn’t feel self-conscious. I felt wanted. Cherished.
Fourteen
Tripp
She rubbed against me, her pussy sliding right over the hard length straining inside my shorts. The friction made my whole body tense. It was almost too much.
She could stop this at any second, and I’d let her. I wasn’t going to push her, not now, not ever. But the way she kissed me, the way she clung to my shoulders, moaning softly against my mouth…it didn’t seem like stopping was what she wanted.
Her moans were low, breathy, and addictive. I wanted to hear them again and again. Wanted to see how much louder I could make her get if I touched her just a little more. But that wasn’t the point tonight.
This was about her. About showing her she was safe with me, with us. That there was no pressure.
When her body started to tighten up, I pulled back from the kiss. She looked like she’d forgotten how to breathe, her chest rising with a deep inhale, like the kiss had pulled everything out of her.
I gave her a second to settle. She met my gaze, her cheeks bright pink against that pale, freckled skin of hers.
“That was nice,” she said shyly.
I smirked. “Just nice?”
She laughed under her breath and looked away, giving a little shrug. “Okay, better than nice. You’re a great kisser. All of you are.”
“And so are you,” I said, my hands running slowly down her arms, then settling on her thighs.
I watched her for a moment, thinking about something I’d been holding back on asking. I knew it might make her uncomfortable, but it felt important.
“Bliss?”
She looked up at me, her eyes curious. “Hm?”
“Have you ever been with anyone else before?” I paused, then added, “Before us, I mean.”
Her eyes widened a little. She glanced at Dash, hesitating. “Yes…”
I raised a brow. “Sexually?”
She shook her head, then nodded, then cleared her throat. “Not really. I mean…kind of. But no, I’ve never had sex.”
There it was. I didn’t even have to ask outright.
