With a deep breath I wrapped my lips around the tip, guiding myself down until he hit the back of my throat. I slid back up and down a few times, getting a rhythm going.
Trip’s hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me on top of him.
“I wasn’t done exploring.” I pouted.
“Yeah, well, you almost had me done with your miraculous mouth. I need to be in you. I promise next time you can torture me however you see fit.”
“You sure are full of promises today.”
“You don’t seem to mind accepting them.”
Trip rolled us over until he was positioned on top of me, the wet tip pushing against my entrance. I bit my lip as flames engulfed me.
Trip’s head cocked to the side as he froze just before pushing inside. “McKenna, you aren’t a virgin, are you?”
“Not exactly.”
He closed his eyes and blew out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to hear about any man with you. Especially when I’m about to make you mine. But I need to ask. Are you on birth control, or do I need to get a condom?”
“I’m on birth control. And I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re clean.”
“I’m clean, and if I have my way you’re the only girl I’ll ever be with again.”
Instead of answering him, I lifted my hips up forcefully enough he plunged into me. Trip hissed, his forehead bunching up as if he were in pain.
“So tight,” he ground out.
I took a deep breath, adjusting from being stretched so fully. Trip kissed my forehead, cheeks, and then found my lips. Our passion pulsed around us as Trip began slowly moving.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I met his strokes with my own. Trip tore his mouth from mine and sucked down my neck, traveling to my breasts.
I clawed his back as another wave of pressure built in my core. My feet were pressed against the mattress, giving me enough leverage to meet his thrusts. With every stroke my core burned hotter. Trip pulled my nipple in his mouth as he played with the other one with his hand.
My thighs shuddered as he brought me closer to the breaking point. His hands grabbed my hips and tilted them as he set a faster pace. Stroke after stroke my body lit with electrical currents. The pleasure he was bring me toward was intense. Fear of my release being too strong flittered through my brain, but Trip’s continuous strokes erased the fear.
Trip moved his mouth to my other breast as I clawed his back uselessly. I was too close to stop it. An orgasm slammed into me, making me buck around him as I gripped him, keeping his body glued to mine.
Trip didn’t stop thrusting, milking my orgasm until my legs went limp and landed on the bed. He continued to plunge inside of me with a punishing speed.
His finger found my still pulsing clit. I jumped and tried to pull away from him, the sensation too much.
“One more.”
“No, I’m too sensitive,” I practically screamed, squirming as he played with the tiny bud.
He slowed his thrusts as he grazed my clit. When I stopped trying to fight him, he slammed into me. His finger circled my clit quickly.
Not prepared for his assault, I was pitched into another intense orgasm. I cried out his name as I sank my teeth into his shoulder. Trip sat back on his heels and lifted my hips. His jaw clenched as he locked eyes on me, giving into his own release.
I cried out from the feeling of having him lose himself inside of me, prolonging the orgasm he unexpectedly forced on me.
Trip collapsed on the bed, bringing me in tight next to him. My body was limp, and I kept getting stuck in shuddering aftershocks. Trip lifted my chin and kissed me gently.
“You’re mine now. You realize I’m not letting you go now that I’ve had you?”
I snuggled further into his chest. “Good, because I wouldn’t let you let me go even if you wanted to.”
Trip chuckled and hugged me closer. “I have to know. What did you mean about not exactly being a virgin?”
