Page 49 of Alpha Geek

Tripp grabbed Amelia by the waist, then slid his hands beneath her to cup her ass. In a swift motion, he lifted her and placed her on the ivories of the keyboard, her flesh kissing the cool wood.

She inhaled sharply as he placed her thighs on his shoulders, and without a second to adjust to the position, he plunged into her awaiting center, tongue first.

“Oh, baby!”

His tongue and mouth moved furiously over her and in her pussy. The soaking erotic sounds of his tongue slapping against her juices were enough to make her lose her mind. He knew how to play all of the right notes on her body, even the ones that she had never been able to reach before.

Amelia strained her body against her husband, her legs on his shoulders as she clapped her hands against the piano keys. It made an untuned melody as her hands searched for somewhere to settle as her climax began to reach its peak.

“I’m gonna come, baby, oh my God!”

Amelia was ceaselessly shocked by how quickly Tripp was able to make her taste the heavens with her body in a way that was thorough, loud, and expansive. She rubbed her pussy in frantic circles over his suctioning mouth as her body soared, the scattering of sound over the piano enhancing the moment in its palpability.

“Oh, honey,” Tripp whispered once she yanked herself from his mouth. “You taste so delicious. I could never leave you.”

Amelia was breathless, delirious, and began to laugh. Tripp laughed with her as he placed fluttering kisses all over her body, his fingertips brushing against her clit as he gripped both thighs to steady her.

“Now, it’s time for dessert,” he murmured, his voice smokey and appetizing.

Tripp held the base of his cock and pushed himself inside her easily. She moaned his name in ecstasy, her love for him overwhelming, like a barrel brimming with rain.

He plunged into her steadily as she wrapped her arms around his head, cradling it against her shoulder. He kissed her there, too, then her nape and then the shell of her ear. She couldn’t get enough of him in the same way he couldn’t ever get enough of her.

It was the mutual craving for one another that would sustain their lifelong devotion, the flavor of novelty enhancing the natural attachment. It was through her body that Amelia knew she loved Tripp, but it was the rest of her that blossomed like a rose under the sun that set the sensation in stone.

She thought about it as he made love to her against the keys of the piano, resting her head against his as he bucked wildly. She knew what they had was delicate but resilient.

“Fuck, I love you so much, Amelia,” he whispered as he licked her ear. “I promise I will never leave you.”

She pushed against him, meeting his rhythm succinctly as they both reached their orgasms close together. She gazed into his eyes as she bucked against his thrusts, feeling her own pupils blooming with adoration as another climax tingled through her bones.

He grunted her name repeatedly, staring at her like a shark as her pussy clenched his cock, feeling him spill like a hot rain inside her.

“I know, Tripp,” she replied as she gasped for air. “I knew you would never leave me.”

The world faded around them as it always did when they were together. The energy of their lovemaking slowed, and Amelia rested her fingers against the keys. They sang a charming song that made Tripp’s smile shine.

EPILOGUE

AMELIA

Amelia wasn’t expecting anything special after they went through the battle with Craig and helped Tripp’s mother cope with his death. To Amelia, being married to Tripp was enough for her, as it was his love, dedication, and spontaneous nature that kept her fulfilled.

He possessed enough wealth to keep her in the lap of luxury for the rest of her life, and though she appreciated that this was an option, she told Tripp she wanted to continue working for Nick and the agency. He had done so much for her, and she received a lot of satisfaction from finding new agents to help new clients. She also joked that she, too, was a matchmaker alongside her boss.

But Tripp said he wanted to honor her, and when she scoffed, he asked if they could at least go on a honeymoon.

“I want to spoil you,” he said one night in bed, burying his face against her neck.

Amelia sighed. She had grown up in a middle-income family and didn’t like the idea of indulging financially. But he was right. They did have a honeymoon to go on.

“Fine,” she replied, a smile growing at the sides of her mouth. “But after that, you have to let me go back to work.”

He nodded, breathing in her fragrance like it was his oxygen.

He made plans secretly, once again promising her that it would be the last time he planned anything without her inclusion. She had to trust him, of course. He was her husband, and she found it to be insanely easy to do so.

They took one of Nick’s private jets to the destination a week after the battle. It was when she spotted familiar mountains on the horizon that her throat ran dry, and her eyes swelled with blissful tears.

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