Page 51 of Bliss: Part 1
I looked down at Bliss and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it until her breasts were exposed. I cupped them in both hands and gently rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs.
“That feels nice,” she said softly, leaning her head back against my shoulder.
I pressed a kiss to her temple and kept massaging her tits, taking in the moment.
Tripp got onto his knees in front of the couch, positioning himself right between Bliss’s legs. She was lying back against my chest, her body completely relaxed. Still, I could feel the tension beneath my hands. She was trying to stay calm, but her breathing was giving her away. Every breath was a little quicker, a little shallower, and her fingers curled slightly into my arm like she was bracing for something she knew would undo her.
Tripp didn’t dive in right away, and I knew he would take his time. Like he wanted to build something up before tearing it all down and make this unforgettable for her. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Then the right. His hands moved up to gently hold her legs open, thumbs stroking the skin on the insides of her thighs as he kissed higher, inch by inch.
I looked down over her shoulder, watching everything. Watching him. Watching her. Watching how her body reacted to every little touch. I had one arm wrapped around her middle, holding her close to me, and the other still gently playing with her tits. She whimpered when I pinched one slightly, the sound shaky.
Tripp finally reached the top of her thigh and paused just short of where she wanted him most. He looked up at her for a second, made eye contact, and I saw her bite down on her bottom lip like she was trying not to beg. She was barely holding it together now. She was eager for his mouth to finally touch her.
He dipped his head and licked slowly right up the center of her pussy.
She gasped, and her hips jerked upward. Her head fell back against my shoulder and a soft, broken moan slipped out of her lips. My hand moved across her belly, holding her a little tighter as her body tensed and flexed against mine. I could feel everything. Every tremble. Every breath. Every tiny movement.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Oh my god.”
Tripp didn’t stop. He got into it fast, his mouth working her in deep, thorough strokes like he wanted to memorize every inch of her. I could see the way his tongue moved against her, focused entirely on her clit now, while his hands kept her hips steady even as she squirmed beneath him.
I kept playing with her tits, watching her reactions up close. Her breathing was shallow, her body moving restlessly, her legs twitching on either side of him. Her hands didn’t know where to go. First they grabbed at my thighs, then the couch cushion, then one of them flew up to cover her mouth like she was trying to muffle the sounds coming out of her.
“Tripp…shit, Tripp—” she gasped, already close.
And he knew it. He didn’t say anything, just brought one hand down between her legs and slowly slid two fingers inside her. That did it. Her body practically jumped. She let out another moan, louder this time, and her legs tried to clamp together on instinct, but Tripp was strong. He held her open with his shoulder and kept fucking her with his fingers, slow but firm, licking her clit without missing a beat.
I could feel her start to shake. It started in her legs, then her stomach. Her back arched slightly off my chest, and I locked my arm tighter around her waist, grounding her while her body lost control.
“I—fuck, I can’t…I’m gonna—” she choked, barely getting the words out.
And then she came.
It hit her hard. Her body jerked and trembled in my arms. She let out a strangled moan, gripping my arm so tightly it almost hurt. I held her through it, kept my lips near her ear and whispered to her while she came, telling her it was okay, she was doing so good, to let it happen.
Tripp didn’t stop until she’d ridden it all the way out. Only then did he pull his mouth away, then slowly slid his fingers out and sat back on his heels.
He looked up at her, and even though she was still coming down, her eyes were already opening. Her chest was heaving. Her whole body was flushed. But her face…she looked completely content, and she was in a literal state of bliss.
“You alright, baby?” Tripp asked, pushing himself up again to lean into her.
“I…” She took another deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I’m okay.”
“Good. You truly taste like heaven,” he told her as he placed a wet kiss to her lips.
I watched as the kiss deepened, and when he pulled back, he looked up at me with question in his eyes. He was close, and my eyes dropped to his lips.
“Can I?” he asked, and my heart skipped a beat.
He wanted to kiss me. Unless I was interpreting this wrong.
“Uh…”
“You can say no. I won’t be offended,” he assured me. “Just thought…while we’re here already…”
“No, yeah,” I croaked out. “You can.”
Tripp gave me a small nod, like he was double-checking that I meant it, that I wasn’t just saying yes because I felt like I had to. But I did mean it. Even if my heart was pounding in my ears and I suddenly had no clue what to do with my hands, I wasn’t about to back out now. Something about the way he looked at me, curious but patient, made it easier to lean in.
