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“Stop. You have to stop. Or I’m going to come,” he says while leaning back. Pulling his dick from my hands.
“Isn’t that the point?” I grin.
“No, because I want to fuck you, Lo.That’show I want to come.” He pulls my dress up until my pink lace panties are exposed. He loops his fingers in and takes them off.
“These are soaking wet,” he says, holding my panties, like they’re a badge of honor.
After my panties are off, he stops, his eyes taking me in. I don’t run or cover myself, I let him see me. All of me.
“Oh, Lo. Let me see that dripping pussy.” He takes a finger and swipes to test my wetness. “Is this all for me?” he asks, painfully slow.
“Yes,” I say like I’m pleading for help.
He pulls his jeans further down, his dick springing from his briefs. I’m two seconds away from laying down on this sandy floor until he picks me up, letting my legs wrap around him. He gently pushes my back against one of the beams.
His cock is so close to my entrance it’s infuriating. He uses his strength to basically hold me up, just right against the beam, so he can thrust into me. This is the angle I didn’t know I needed. He’s tender at first and then picks up the pace, the beam is unforgiving, but it doesn’t matter. I spur him on with moans and calling his name.
My hands reach inside the neck of his shirt, finding the backs of his shoulders. I dig in, scratching as the pleasure builds. The anticipation is killing me. It feels like I’ve been on the edge since that first kiss.
When Tripp’s eyes catch mine, he slows for a second. I lean forward and kiss him. My hands pull his hair and wrap around his neck as I move my hips on his cock, my clit finding friction.
“Look at my dream girl, going for it.” He almost growls.
I pick up the pace, each thrust has the beam pressing into me, but it’s the perfect blend of bliss and being slightly uncomfortable.
I tilt my hips, just enough, to get exactly what I’m looking for.
“I’m going to…” I try to get the words out in time, but I don’t. My orgasm rips through me. One hand stays on his shoulder while the other reaches back for the relentless beam. My pussy clamps around Tripp’s length and it’s almost too much, with my vision going hazy.
“Unravel for me, Lo,” Tripp’s voice says like gravel as I shake and tremble. He holds me up, strong and in control, while taking the lead, still fucking me. I’m still riding the edge of my own when I feel his full cock fill me up with more than his length. His orgasm is drawn out and strong, with his breathing quick and ragged. I ride out every last twitch and shock with Tripp inside me.
When we’re both spent, Tripp slowly sets me down. The moment is tender, with him helping me clean up, and kissing me like he can’t quit. My body, and soul, are sated at this point, and I wish it was always just the two of us.
I look around, making sure there’s not a soul on the beach. I then start to giggle.
“What’s funny?” Tripp asks, wearing his own half smile.
“Just haven’t done anything like that before. Sex in a public place. Sex against a wooden beam. Sex with someone with muscles like yours that give me just what I want,” I say.
What I don’t say is I want to do anything and everything under the sun with him. I want to walk every coast, hand in hand. No one knows me like him.
I’m trying to make sense of this. How this thing between Tripp and I has grown into what it is. I’ve never shown myself to someone like this. Raw. Open.
“I love hearing that. I want to do everything with you,” Tripp says the words like he steals them from me.
I couldn’t be happier.
Chapter 51
Tripp
Thanksgiving is one ofmy all-time favorite holidays. Not really all that surprising since it’s an entire day focused on football and food.
I’m done with my team commitments for the day and I’m itching to get home, to my full apartment.
I open my door and it’s buzzing with energy. There’s hustle and bustle and plates and platters of food. Willow’s parents are here, plus Emilie and my mom.
“The thing about pie is you have to be patient,” my mom says from the kitchen. I already know she’s rolling out crust for her pecan pie with caramelized bananas. I don’t remember her making anything else for dessert.