She smiled.
It appeared she got to him as much as he got to her. She slowly licked down his abs, never taking her hand from his throbbing cock.
“Good Lord, darlin’, what are you doing to me?” Charlotte was learning that his drawl got deeper when he was turned on. She loved the way he spoke, especially the way he called her “darlin’.” Being this close to him, tasting his skin, made her whole body buzz.
After a final kiss on his stomach, she leaned back against the trunk of the pear tree.
He was still on his knees, and she guided him by the shaft until he straddled her lap, a knee on either side of her hips, his impressive cock right at eye level.
She ran her tongue along the head.
“Holy God…” he groaned, and jolted forward. He caught himself, placing both hands on the trunk just above her head.
“This is what I want,” she said in her most casual tone. She leaned in and took another taste, closing her mouth over the head and gently sucking.
She heard the tree crunch above her as if he were gripping it for dear life.
“You know what I think you want?” she said, pausing only to run her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“What’s that?” he asked between gritted teeth.
“I think you want to fuck my mouth.”
Okay, so she was tempting him on purpose, but she wanted to feel all that raw power she’d felt that first night with him. Wanted to give him something he’d given her.
“You want that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m enjoying this and I want to feel how you like it. So go on,” she said, and gave another enticing lick. “Take my mouth however you want.”
“Are you wet?” he growled.
She nodded, running her lips over the tip.
“Prove it,” he said.
Keeping her mouth on him, she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. Running a finger over her clit and dipping it quickly at her entrance, she brought it back up to him to view.
He groaned and sucked her finger, so she sucked him back.
“Put that back between those pretty legs of yours,” he ordered. “You want me to fuck your mouth? Then I want to see you get yourself off while I do it.”
This was the Tripp she was crazy about. The wild, sexy Tripp who took what he wanted.
She did as she was told, touching herself, rubbing her own moisture in a circle, making heat crawl in her veins, slowly picking up speed.
With his grip still above her head on the tree trunk, he thrust his cock between her lips.
She moaned, loving how he went deep, but not too deep to gag her. He hit that sweet spot where she could feel every ridge and glide of him.
His body shuddered as he pulled back, then surged back into her mouth, her throat. “Fuck, Charlotte.”
Hearing her name on his lips, with that drawl, made her own pleasure flare. She wanted to be there with him, to please him, to know him, in ways she never cared to with anyone before.
His thrusts were even and strong as he praised her. Running his fingers over her head, her temple.
She rubbed herself faster, finding the rhythm that would take her over the edge. Dipping just enough to rewet her finger and slickening herself to a fever.
She moaned his name, but it was muffled around his cock. She sucked harder, drawing him as deep as she could get him, her eyes watering.