You Were Mine (Rosemary Beach #9)(24)

“I know,” I assured him.

“Good, now lie back and let me touch you,” he said in my ear as I eased back against him.

Watching him undress had excited me, and with my excitement came the dampness. It had spread to my inner thighs, and opening back up so he could see that was humiliating. Maybe I could say I needed to use the restroom. But then I’d have to run into his apartment naked. Not a good idea, either.

Tripp’s hand was on my knee, and he started pushing my legs open again. I squeezed my eyes closed as I slowly gave in. When his hand moved back down there, he paused as he felt me. I wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. “Oh, fuuuuck,” he groaned, and his fingers started moving again. He slipped two inside me this time as his breathing picked up. “God, baby, just when I think it’s not possible for me to get more turned on, you open up to me again, dripping like this. Jesus, Bethy. You’re going to kill me.”

I liked it when he said things like that. It sounded dirty, but I liked it. Tripp saying things like that, with his voice all husky, made my whole body hum. His other hand slipped down and touched my damp inner thigh, and he muttered another curse. “Even your thighs. Were you dripping down them?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I wasn’t sure how it had happened.

“Was it me taking off my shorts?” he asked against my ear.

I couldn’t really form words with him touching me down there with both hands now.

He slipped his fingers back inside me, and I moved against his hands. “I would slip in so damn easy. Do you have any idea how bad I want to be inside you? To know I’m buried inside you. That you’re mine, and no one else can have what I have. You’re so tight and hot. It would be the closest to heaven I’m ever gonna get.”

Oh, God. Those words. I panted as he breathed hard in my ear. He held me open with one hand and slid his finger gently, back and forth, through the moisture with the other.

I was fighting to breathe.

“Straddle me, Bethy. I want to feel you like this,” he said.

I lifted a leg, and he slid me up until I was directly over the obvious erection jutting forward, tenting his boxers. Then he lowered me slowly over it. My weight pushed it back down against his stomach. He threw his head back and groaned as I sank down on him completely. Seeing him like this only made me tingle even harder down below, which I knew meant I was just getting wetter.

“Fuck, I want to feel this without the boxers. Do you trust me?” he asked as he opened his eyes and looked up at me.

I nodded, because the truth was, if he wanted to be inside me, I would let him. I loved Tripp. There was no doubt in my mind that I would always love him. Even when he left, I would love him. Giving him my virginity was something I wanted to do.

“OK. We have to be careful. You’re slippery, and I don’t want to mess up.”

I stood up and turned around as he pulled down his boxers, and I watched in fascination as his cock sprang free. It was big and thick, and the end was red and swollen-looking. I wanted to touch it, but I wasn’t sure that would be OK, so I didn’t ask.

His eyes were focused on where we were about to touch for the first time, and the veins in his neck were standing out. “Sit back down on me,” he said as he held his hardness down so that it wasn’t sticking up.

When I felt the heat of his skin make contact, I gasped and pressed down hard. Tripp’s hands grabbed my waist and squeezed as he growled, then cursed. Explosions lit my body from within, and I needed more. I knew the peak I was headed for, and the idea of reaching it with our bodies so intimately touching made me dizzy with want.

I slowly rocked my hips so that I was sliding up and down the length of him. I wasn’t touching the tip, but I was sliding along most of it, and it was amazing.

“Holy f*ck,” Tripp ground out through his teeth.

I pressed my forehead to his and looked directly in his eyes as I picked up the pace. I’d had his hands and his mouth touch me, but it didn’t compare with this: seeing him lose control and fall into the same bliss he always sent me spiraling toward.

“God, Bethy,” he breathed, then pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it.

I rocked harder. His loud groan when I ran over the tip, so red it had to be sensitive, made me want to do it more.

“Slow down, baby. Please,” he panted.

I couldn’t slow down. I was so close. But I didn’t get to slide over his tip again, because he was picking me up and carrying me inside. I landed on my back on his sofa, but he was over me instantly, his mouth devouring mine as I clawed at him to get closer. The tip touched me, and I let my legs fall open and lifted my hips so I could feel it again.

Tripp tore his mouth from mine with a frustrated sound, then grabbed his hard length in his hand. I watched as he ran the tip back and forth over my opening, then touched my sensitive spot with it before doing it again.

“So wet. I’d slide inside so easily,” he said, almost so low I couldn’t hear him. He lifted his head to look at me. “See how good that looks. You’re all wet and swollen.”

I was about to explode. I grabbed his arms and began chanting his name as I watched him pick up speed. I stopped breathing at some point, and then my world shot off into a million brilliant colors. Warmth coated my stomach, and I shivered as he shouted my name.

Blinking, I came back to earth and stared up at Tripp, dazed, as he stared down at my stomach. I followed his gaze to see white stuff all over me. Then I noticed one small drop still on the tip of his cock. He’d come. On me.