Page 70 of Tripped Up

“Oh, look, a new toy to play with.” Her hand wraps around me.

“Elsy—”

Please don’t toy with me. Please don’t play with me.

“I’m not ready to have sex with you.” Her words are as firm as her solid stroke. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t come. That I can’t get you off.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

“I know what I’m capable of, and right now, it’s this,” she says. “I’m good with this.”

Pulling her into my arms, I crash my mouth to hers. She lets out a little oof against my lips and I smile into the kiss.

She strokes over my length, twisting her wrist when she reaches the head of my cock, then stroking again. I cover her hand with mine, tightening her grip. Together, we draw our hands down the length of my erection, and as pleasure skates up my spine and coils in my gut, I do my best to memorize this perfect moment.

Her taste, her sounds, the press of her wet, naked body against mine… this is as close to heaven as I’ve ever felt.

Elsy’s tight fist feels perfect around my cock, her other hand on my pec directly above my heart. Can she hear it pounding? Can she hear it calling to hers?

Breaking the kiss, I drag in a ragged breath, my chest heaving.

“Elsy, you—I⁠—”

“Shh,” she says, stroking me faster now.

My hand lifts to cup her breast. Her nipples bead into tight buds, begging to be licked and sucked. I play with one, then the other, and when she doesn’t protest, I nudge her hand away and bend to take her nipple in my mouth.

She lets out a gasp. “This is supposed to be about you.”

“You’re giving me what I want, right?” I look up at her, a smirk on my lips, and when she nods, breathless, I lave my tongue over her nipple again. “Bringing you pleasure gives me pleasure. Let me do this.”

Backing her against the shower wall, I kiss and lick and suck at her perfect body. My hands rove over her flesh, digging into her ass, caressing her belly, and then move between her legs. She’s slick, and it has nothing to do with the water beating down on us.

“Can I taste you?” I ask.

She pauses.

“Only if you want to. I’m fine if⁠—”

“Please,” she whimpers. “I don’t know why you inside me is such a hard line, but other stuff isn’t as intense. It should all be the same. An orgasm is an orgasm. But somehow… I’m more okay with that than anything else.”

Standing, I give her what I intend to be a quick kiss, but she wraps her arm around my neck and holds me close.

“Just… be gentle with me,” Elsy says.

“Always,” I promise. “I’ve got your heart in my hands. That’s the most precious thing in the world.”

She shakes her head, her mouth curved into a smile. “You say a lot of pretty things.”

“You’re a pretty thing,” I tell her automatically. Because she is. Because I want her to believe it, too. I’ll keep repeating it until she does.

“I can think of better uses for your mouth.” She pushes on my shoulder, sending me down, and I drop to my knees. The cold, hard tile is going to kill me later. It’ll all be worth it, though.

I lift her leg, propping it on the tub shelf behind me.

“Just like that,” I tell her, spreading her with my fingertips. Her pretty, pink clit winks at me and I give it a soft kiss, looking up at her. “You’re good?”

“So good.” Her face is flushed, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.