Page 84 of Tripped By Love
“Marco…God…” It was a sigh and a beg and a command all mixed together, and it lit me up, the flames reaching through me as I continued to softly pull her closer to the edge of bliss. Her entire body shivered and shook as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
I crawled up her body, finding her mouth and plunging my tongue inside it. Needing the sweetness of her all over again. Wanting to hear my name in that throaty tone repeatedly. Wanting to take her right back into the abyss.
Her hands wandered down my back to my hips, exploring the lines of me like I was exploring every inch of her. Our bodies moved together seamlessly as if they knew automatically where totouch and kiss and suck and bite and surrender to give the other the most pleasure. As if we’d been made to be this way, tangled together, two becoming one.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Marco,” she whispered in my ear, sending chills down over me with the sweet heat.
“I’m afraid I’ll lose control,” I told her, meeting her eyes full of desire with ones that matched.
“So, lose control,” she said softly. “Lose control, and we’ll begin again.”
My heart squeezed, and my dick swelled until I thought I’d explode without ever having been inside her. I groaned, moved off of her, and dug in the bag for the condoms. I slid my sweats down, and she watched with an unsteady breath as I rolled one on. I stared at her, amazed that she was mine. Amazed that I was actually getting to touch and taste this exquisite woman whom I’d craved for so long.
I closed my eyes briefly, trying to burn the image into my memory so it would last for an eternity. The moment when we let go of our former selves and became something new together. I eased back onto the bed, and she pulled me so that I landed on top of her again.
“I’m not glass,” she said. “I’m not going to break. Please don’t treat me that way.” Every moment of her past caught up to her in those words. The family who’d tried to keep her encased in bubble wrap. Those who saw her as somehow less, broken because of a chromosomal difference in her DNA. She was different, but it was in a way that was stunning and breathtaking.
“Angel…” Her hands found me, sliding down and curling around my hardness. “Jesus.”
I kissed her with a ferocity that came from deep inside me. Something primal and uncontrollable. Something I’d never let out of me before. An inferno that needed to be assuaged, and she met every lick and touch and shift of my body with her own. With oxygen and not water, flaming instead of soothing. Growing the intensity between us until I gave in and slid home. She gasped, biting the crook of my neck and collarbone, adding more fuel to the blaze.
We blended together. Force to force. Soul to soul.
I let go, and our bodies found their way home.
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We’d fallen asleep after the first round of lovemaking. My arms wrapped around her middle, her leg thrown over mine, and our hearts beating together. It hadn’t been pretty. It had been more wild and savage than slow and rhythmic. But she’d been right. Letting go had been the right thing to do. Giving in had been what we’d both needed. Now, I could spend the rest of the night worshipping her like I truly wanted.
I let my hand trace the slope of her hip and waist, up higher to the swell of her breast, grazing the nipple until it hardened beneath my fingertips. I watched, enthralled with how the tan of my skin stood out against the pale white of hers. She gasped, drawing my eyes to her face. She was smiling. A wide grin that was so damn lovely it was hard to look at her without shielding my eyes from the brightness. She was magnificent.
We began our dance again. Lips, tongues, fingers, and palms discovering every nook and valley. Every dimple and groove. Every line of sinew and bone. A slower beat, but still pounding with drums and howls as if the wild in us was hunting for what it needed all over again. The pressure built until we were both gasping and panting with our bodies hungry for the release. When it came, it was an explosion of light and emotion that seemed to echo across the room.
I left briefly to clean up, and when I returned to the bed, she had a smile on her face that I’d never seen before. Sated and relaxed but also a happiness that seemed to come from the inside, taking over her entire being. As if her mind had suddenly stopped long enough to let her savor the moment. I tucked her up against me with her back to my chest.
“Are you okay?” I asked. Her fingers on my arm tightened.
“I’m better than okay. I’ve never felt so…so perfectly perfect.”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that rolled through me.
There were so many things we still had to figure out. So many things that this time together hadn’t solved, but I didn’t want to bring any of it up. Not when she seemed so quiet?so at peace?when normally she was a bundle of nonstop energy, with doubts and guilt and determination driving her.
My eyes drifted closed, and it hit me that I couldn’t remember ever feeling this much peace either. When hadn’t my brain been filled with a list of things to do and people I needed to protect? When hadn’t I receded into haunting memories of things I couldn’t change? This moment with Cassidy felt…dreamlike. As if we’d stopped time, freezing everyone and everything except for ourselves.
It was going to hurt to have reality come crashing back in, but I chose to forget it. I chose to simply think about how our hands were joined, and how her smooth legs were tangled with mine. How this felt like home more than any other place I’d ever been since my parents had died. As much as I loved Maliyah, I’d always held back something with her. From fear, or self-preservation, or just because I didn’t know how to accept a family again. But this…with Cassidy. It felt like true belonging, and I could only hope that she felt the same.
