Page 88 of Wildest Dreams

His eyes bounce between mine for just a moment, vulnerability hazes them along with a desiring want and need and I can't remember the last time I saw that, and then it dawns on me, it's always been that way with Tripp. He has always looked at me like this.Always.

My lips break into a smile before I press them back on his, our kiss hot and messy as our tongues dance with each other in a tantalising routine.

Rolling my hips gently over his lap, mindful not to hurt him as I feel his evident bulge in his pants.

“Fuck,” he groans, hands skimming down my body to my bare thighs, his finger and thumb squeezing into my sensitive skin before gliding under the hem of my dress. My breathcatches at the back of my throat, breaking away from him. The tips of his fingers brush delicately across the front of my panties, rubbing my clit gently through the soft and thin material.

And my god, it feels so good to be touched by him again. Two of his fingers curl around my panties, my skin erupting into goosebumps from the small touch of his fingers on my bare skin, on the most sensitive part of my body. Slipping further, his fingers press against my clit, gasping when the shot of pleasure cascades down over me, my head rolling back as he works my body up, plays me like a guitar with a song that only he knows because he was the one to write it.

I feel like we're teens again, hands on each other at any moment we get.

But we're not teens.

We don't have to hide this anymore.

I have loved this man with everything I have for ten years, I’m not about to waste a second more hiding it from him or anyone else.

Hips roll over his hand just as his fingers tease at my soaked opening.

“Tell me you want this,” he rasps, teasing me with the tip of his fingers, slipping in and out of me. The burning ache that was once a spark is now a raging ember intensifying in my stomach.

“Yes,” I nod, hands splayed against his chest and my mouth hangs as he slips two of his fingers deep inside of me, fucking me with them slowly.

His head tips back as he watches me, watches how the pleasure that he is causing possesses me, taking over my body bit by bit.

I clench and a knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“You getting close baby?” his voice quiet just as he teases a third finger and my hips roll forward, silently begging him to do it.

I nod, chest rising and falling as I try my hardest to not come, I don't want it to be over yet. Letting my hand slip down his shirt covered chest, my fingers wrap around his wrist as I shake my head from side to side. Confusion paints over his handsome face, and he slips his fingers from me, and I whimper at the loss.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, eyes bouncing between mine and I shake my head.

“I'm just being selfish... not ready for all of this to be over,” I admit, cheeks turning crimson.

“Baby, it's far from over,” he smirks, his fingers back rubbing my clit, but I stop him again.

Shuffling back slightly, my fingers skim up and down the silhouette of his cock as I begin teasing him.

“How is this fair?” he cocks his head to the side, and I smirk, “It isn't.”

Pulling my bottom lip behind my teeth, I sink them into my bottom lip as I readjust myself over him. Legs widening so I am sitting deeper into his lap, my fingers dancing up my bare thighs as I lift my dress up around my waist.

Tripp sucks in a breath as his eyes fall between us, watching as my hips begin to rock over his cock.

“Little Dreamcatcher,” he rasps my nickname and my eyes lock with his as the breath catches at the back of his throat, my hips circling getting the friction I so desperately need. “You're going to make me come in my pants like a horny teen,” his hands rest on my thighs, and I bite the inside of my bottom lip.

“Good,” I whisper, lowering my lips to his as we kiss, his hands move to my bare hips as my pantie covered pussy rubs against his pant covered cock.

My stomach tightens, pussy clenching as I rub myself off over him, kisses getting lazy, and he pins me to his lap as he presses his cock against my clit.

A moan slips past my lips as I roll myself over him.

“Fuck,” he whispers against my lips.

His hand slips up to my throat, squeezing gently before it curls around the back of my head, his fingers wrapping around the hair at the nape of my neck. Tugging my head back softly, his lips dust up the column of my throat as I shamelessly move my hips, getting all I need from him.

“You going to come baby? You going to make a mess all over my lap?” he nips at the sensitive skin of my throat.

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