Page 71 of Tripped Up

Diving in, I taste her, the flavor of her bursting on my tongue making my abandoned cock throb with want. I give myself a slow stroke before focusing on her again.

I warm her up slowly, alternating long, slow sucks with teasing flicks of my tongue. Her hand falls to the back of my head, threading her fingers through my hair.

When I slip a finger inside of her, she clamps around me, so tight my cock jerks. I use my free hand to touch myself with slow, leisurely strokes to keep my libido at bay. It’s not my turn. There will be plenty of time for that later.

“Wyatt…” She sighs my name, and as I add a second finger, her soft, silky walls clench around me until she relaxes and sags against the tile.

Elsy rides my fingers and my mouth, tilting her hips to take more. I increase the pressure of my tongue circling her clit, drawing the bud into my mouth and flicking it. She gasps, tightening around my fingers buried deep inside her.

“Fuck.” She exhales heavily. “I could come just from that.”

Hey, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my career as a hockey player, it’s how to adapt. I take instructions well.

So I do it again, and then a third time, and when I twist my wrist and brush against the spot that makes her eyes cross, I do it again.

Elsy pulses around me, her pussy milking my fingers. She grinds into my face, taking the pleasure she needs so beautifully.

When she sags against the shower wall, I drink in the sight of her, blissed-out, her face and chest flushed. I lick her release from my fingers, desperate for one more taste.

She lets out a tired giggle. “That was… wow.”

“Yeah?” My knees creak as I stand up and I waste no time pulling her into arms. She buries her face in my neck, breathing me in.

“I could get used to this,” she whispers.

“Oh, you will.”

She grins up at me. “You seem awfully confident.”

“I am.” I kiss her quickly, and when she draws me in for another, I take my time. “I’m already addicted to you.”

Her fingers trail down my chest, teasing over my abs, and when I don’t stop her, she wraps her hand around my cock again.

She starts to lower to her knees, but I grab her arm to keep her upright.

“Don’t.”

Elsy looks up at me, surprise on her face. “You don’t want me to?”

“Fuck, Elsy, I’m dying to see your lips wrapped around my cock. But you’ll get your hair wet.” And she went to the trouble of tying it up out of her way.

Her face softens. “You really are incredible.”

I shake my head. “I’m really not.”

“Agree to disagree.” She strokes my cock again, this time with a stronger grip, the way I showed her earlier.

“I want to touch you. Can I touch you?”

She nods.

Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her thoroughly. She strokes me from root to tip, twisting her wrist at the head, and then her other hand slips between my legs to cup my balls. They’re drawn up, high and tight, and all it takes is a few more strokes before I’m teetering over the edge.

Her sweet mouth on mine, coaxing little groans from me, pushes me over. I plummet over the cliff, my cock jerking in her fist as I erupt. My release splashes up her arm and onto her belly, covering her in my mark.

When I nudge her hand away, Elsy turns to the water, wiping her hands. I pull her back against my chest, wrapping my arm around her belly as I help her clean off. My chin fits perfectly on her shoulder and I kiss her neck, drinking in her scent.

Grabbing her body wash again, I squirt some of the soap onto my hands, roving them over her body. I make sure every inch of her is clean before I let her do the same to me. I’m going to smell like her all day long and I can’t fucking wait. She’s branded me—heart and soul, and now body, too. I’m hers.