Page 46 of Tripped Up
Her lip trembles. “But—”
“Let me show you.”
Every inch of her fuck-hot body freezes.
“Please, Elsy? Can I show you?”
She gives me a quick nod, like she’s afraid I’ll change my mind if she waits too long. Not a chance of that happening. I’ve been waiting for this for thirteen fucking years.
Wrapping my arms around her, I stand with her twisted around me like a pretzel.
Elsy squeals. “Wyatt! Let me down.”
“No. I’ve got a job to do.”
“I’m too heavy. You’ll get injured.”
“You aren’t, and I won’t.”
Walking into her bedroom, I kick the door closed behind us and turn on the bedside lamp. The mattress jostles as I drop her on the unmade bed. She’s still wearing her sneakers. That won’t do. I toe mine off, too.
Anticipation makes my mouth water as I drop to my knees beside the bed. I start with her feet, slipping off her shoes and setting them aside before peeling off her socks. She tries to spread her legs but I stay where I am. Taking her foot in my hand, I run my thumb up the arch. Elsy lets out a soft sigh, relaxing into my touch. I massage the tension out of the left foot, then the right, before trailing my fingers up her calves.
She tries to spread her legs again, and this time, I let her, climbing up onto the bed.
Her blond ponytail is loose, her hair splayed out on the pillow like an angel’s halo, and her cheeks have a rosy flush, her chest rising and falling with quick, staccato breaths.
“Wyatt, I—”
When I reach her midsection, I glide the hem of her tank top up until her midriff is exposed. She tries to cover her belly with her arm, but I push it away.
“Let me see you.” My voice comes out gravelly and hoarse.
She allows me to pull off her top and I’m treated to the wondrous sight of her tits in a lacy black bra.
“Can this come off?” I trace a line under her breasts, at the little divot in the center of her ribcage.
Elsy hesitates but then nods.
“You’re in control. You tell me if you want me to stop.”
Her chin juts out, petulant. “Did I fucking tell you to stop?”
“Well… no.”
She reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra, tossing it to the floor. “So fucking carry on.”
She’s fucking gorgeous, her body on display for me. Greedy, I drink her in. I could get lost in her body, again and again.
But we only have tonight. If I only have one chance at this, I have to make it good for her. I have a job to do.
Before I can get distracted more, I reach for the button of her high-rise jeans, slowly lowering the zipper. I tug at the denim, getting it over her hips and down her thighs. Thick red lines crisscross her skin where the material has dug in. I kiss along the lines, over and over. My hands dig into her ass, kneading her cheeks.
She’s wearing little satin panties. Baby blue.
Fuck.
I bring my nose to her pussy, inhaling her musky scent. She smells so good. I’m desperate for a taste, but I know I have to take care of her first. She’s my priority.
