Tripp had been about to toss a few suds Paulina’s way for distracting him. But her palms on his stomach inched downward. The closer she slid her hands to the button of his jeans, the more his abdominal muscles flexed
He held his breath.
She unsnapped the button and lowered his zipper. The sounds from each click of the teeth were land mines going off in an empty field. Sultrily steamy was the heat of her long fingers, and the same for the light kiss she bestowed on the nape of his neck.
The groan easily left his lips. He dropped the dishrag into the sink of soapy water. A light splash occurred. A couple of droplets hit his exposed stomach, since she’d peeled up his shirt hem.
He reached for the hand towel.
“I thought you’d see it my way.” Her giggle was a trickle of moisture on his ear.
“Boy, anything to be able to keep your schedule for that dishwasher, huh?” His question came out as a grunt, although he couldn’t help his amusement.
“Maybe...” She slid her hand into his jeans. Her soft palm wrapped his cock.
Talk about being left without a choice. Not that he needed to choose. Her needs sure came first over a pile of dishes. And her need being so great reaffirmed he’d made the right decision about buying the ring. Paulina always wanted him as bad as he wanted her.
He swiveled. Desire lit her pupils. His mouth came down on hers. He crushed her lips with his and smothered the woman he loved with all the feelings that exploded through his veins. He lifted her feet from the floor.
She squealed and clung to him.
The lushness of Paulina draping him with her limbs was enough to weaken his knees. With his lips still claiming her mouth, he steered them to her bedroom a mere few feet away.
Tripp kicked the door shut. Paulina’s tongue was deep in between his lips, fully exploring him. She rubbed her crotch against his stomach. A shiver of delight shimmied down his spine. Someone sure was horny, and so was he. His prick was already out of his underwear, waiting to be deep inside her.
He laid her out on the bed.
Paulina gazed up at him. Her tongue snaked out. She licked at her bottom lip. “I want you in my mouth.”
Tripp tackled removing his jeans, never breaking her stare that almost burned a hole into him. “You got it.”
“Ride me and fuck it,” she whispered. She lifted her finger in a coy beckoning manner.
“Oh, I’ll more than fuck your mouth. Let’s get these off first.” Once he shucked his clothes, he reached for Paulina’s leggings and peeled them off her long, slim legs.
She drew up her t-shirt and tossed it aside.
He leaned in and unsnapped the front opening to her bra. Her luscious tits popped from the snug fabric, nipples already erect and waiting for a taste. He planted his palms in the comforter to brace himself and sucked a sweet tip between his lips.
Paulina moaned and arched her back. Her push at him fed Tripp more of her nipple. She laid her hands on the back of his neck. The gasps and groans coming from her were enough to taunt him into mounting up. But another hole needed a good fucking first.
He licked her breast, lavishing her firm tit with lazy strokes.
“Oh, Tripp...” She fondled his hair with her fingers.
“Honey, that blowjob is gonna have to wait.” His tongue was itching to taste her pussy. “There’s always later...”
“Mmm... later.” Her reply was a soft sigh.
He stole a glance at her closed lids and her inviting smile, daring him to eat. Oh yeah, this was the dessert he’d easily come back for seconds, and thirds.
As he planted light kisses down her flat stomach, his prick was on the verge of bursting from the taste of her smooth skin. She gyrated beneath him, hips rolling in a circle. Whenever she grinded this way, he swore she was reaching into his heart and stealing it from him.
Nothing was hotter to him than his number-crunching Paulina dropping her orderly pretense in the bedroom.
“Get your legs around me,” he urged her. The ripe scent of pussy was under his nose. He sniffed the musky essence that told him her cunt was begging for his dick.
He used his tongue to part her lips and took a long, delicious lick from the smooth spot between her ass and cunt all the way to her clit that was swelling. Damn straight he wanted to see the juicy part of her bare itself from beneath its tiny hood.
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and slid her fingers back into his hair.
His slow licks were producing the sexiest hum from her throat. He could’ve listened to her getting off all night. She lifted her hips and rubbed his lips with her clit, moving in time with the caresses of his tongue.
They were one, his tongue and her hips creating the same circular pattern in the same languid rhythm.
He eased his finger inside her and was greeted by wet, silky flesh. She lightly squeezed, gripping him tightly, and his thrusts weren’t as smooth as they should be. Whenever she tightened up like this, her teasing was enough to drive him insane.
She was so wet and ripe, her clit swollen from her want. Her hips kept pumping while she smeared her powerful aroma all over his mouth. The breaths hissing from between her clenched teeth came harder and faster. His prick demanded to be inside her pussy, thrusting and filling the woman he loved with his need to claim her as his own.
The folds of flesh between her thighs were as open as she was to him. He kept slapping his tongue against her clit. Her moans grew louder. She tugged on his hair. He winced slightly, but it was a good hurt, the best kind.
“Tripp...” she cried out.
He licked faster, feeding her with every ounce of ecstatic pleasure he could.
She panted and gasped. Her hips bucked. She fucked his face hard and fast. He held tight, savoring her pussy bouncing along his face.
Paulina released her death grip on his hair and arched her back. Her moans of pleasure teased the head of his cock. He was so aroused he had to lift his hips slightly off the mattress, because the comforter was stroking his most sensitive area on the tip and he didn’t want to come before he got in her.
“Yes...” she cried out again.
She shook and spasmed.
Now was the time to ride her good and fast. She always liked having dick in her pussy while she was coming down from the satisfying high. He mounted her. His mouth melted with her lips. His cock glided inside her cunt, and he was surrounded by warm, wet heat.
She locked her legs around his hips. Her tongue feasted on his.
He pumped quickly, almost slamming inside her.
She scratched at his back, hissing and moaning. Her nails bit into his butt. He raised his ass and kept thrusting into her cunt.
“Look at me,” he whispered. Nothing delighted him more than gazing into her eyes full of fire.
Her lids flickered. Through dilated pupils, she held his stare. Her eyes always captured his soul. Dark and deep, even searching.
The look she lavished on him was his undoing. Her ache for him was present. Her love for him was present. Easily, she took him to the place where she always did.
Paulina was nested in the pit of Tripp’s arm. He rubbed the silken skin of her shoulder. “I’d say a cup of tea would hit the spot, hey? What d’you say?” He pecked the top of her head.
“Mmm... I could lie like this forever.” Her breath dusted his nipple.
Yep, now was the time to withdraw the pink box in his jacket pocket. “I’ll be right back.”
“Mmmhmm.”
He wormed his arm from out beneath her. She cuddled the pillow, peeking at him through a fringe of dark lashes.
Tripp tugged on his jeans. When he opened the bedroom door, Shaman scampered inside. He bolted for the bed and sniffed beneath.
Hmm, Miss Kitty must’ve been hiding there when he’d made love to Paulina.
Chuckling, Tripp ambled into the kitchen and started the digital kettle to heat the water. From the cupboard, he withdrew Paulina’s favorite mug and one for himself. He set them on the granite countertop. It would be tough for her to leave behind what she’d lovingly decorated, but he’d give her free rein at his place, because his house would become their home.
He set the tea bags in the mugs.
Shaman trotted back into the kitchen.
“She’s in the middle, far from your snout.” Tripp snickered. “You’re gonna have to get along with her, if ya get my drift.” He winked at his dog. “C’mon.”
With Shaman creeping at Tripp’s bare feet, he headed into the addition and riffled through his jacket. The velvet of the box caressed his palm. He held his finger to his lips while the dog cocked his head.
“C’mon, boy,” he whispered. Maybe he should do something corny and put the ring in Paulina’s tea. Or would the hot liquid do something to the gold? Maybe that was a bad idea.
Once their teas had steeped, he used honey to flavor Paulina’s and added sugar to his. He ambled back to the bedroom. Shaman followed.
Paulina sat up with her knees drawn to her beautiful tits and her back against the pillow. She held out her hands. “Thanks.”
“Miss Kitty still under the bed?” Tripp handed Paulina a mug.
“Of course.” Paulina motioned at Shaman. “You know how she feels about him.”
“Welp, they’d better get used to each other.” There was no time like the present to spit out what he had to say.
He reached into the back of his pants where he’d tucked the box in order to carry their tea from the kitchen.
“What’re you doing?” Paulina peered.
Heat coated Tripp’s face. His free hand was behind his back, his palm on the velvet box. “I got something to ask you.” He set his mug on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the mattress.
“Ask away.” She sipped. Her red mouth spread into a smile, and her eyes sparked. Strands of long hair dusted her waist.
A frog seemed to grow inside Tripp’s throat. Of all the moments to ribbit or croak. He swallowed. Damn, this woman could be intimidating. Maybe it was her see-through-him stare, the same kind of stare she used when assessing financial statements at work. Or it could have been her clipped tone.
“You’re not at the office.” His statement came out with a dash of humor.
Paulina’s scrutinizing expression vanished. Her dark eyes glittered once more. “No, I’m not. I’m with you. And I am so looking forward to my holiday.”
“Our holiday.” He leaned in and kissed her supple mouth.
“Yes, ours.” Delight filled her voice.
“We don’t always have to book our holidays this way,” Tripp slowly began. His knee bobbed on its own. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop the darn thing from shaking.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean... we can do other stuff for our holidays... if you say yes.” Shit, had his suggestion come out as a croak or a ribbit?
“Yes?” Paulina tapped her nail on her lip. Her black brows narrowed slightly. Her mouth curved at the corners. “What are you up to?”
Maybe he was handling this the wrong way. He’d taken many workshops on people, because his job demanded an ability to read others. Paulina fell in the blue zone. A woman of facts, logic, and planning.
Aw hell, there wasn’t going to be an easy way to say what he had to say.
He thrust forward the pink box and opened the lid. “Marry me, and we can do whatever we wish on our holidays for the rest of our lives.”