Chapter 12 #2
“Thank god,” she laughed, low and murky. “I’m so horny from waiting all day for you, baby…”
“Fuck, Bridget,” I said, a whisper slipping out, the roleplay breaking just for a second. She went with it, smiling wider, biting her lip.
“Wash your hands real quick?” she said. “And then you can show me every last one of those things you were thinking about.”
I couldn’t do it fast enough—getting my shoes off and washing my hands, laptop bag set down, and Bridget looked up at me when I stood over her, grinding her hips against the counter, this whole vivid fantasy suddenly so real, right there, right where I could touch her…
“Please, baby,” she whispered, and I broke.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I put my hands on her hips, and she moaned.
“I wanted to touch myself all day, but I held it together because I wanted you to see how desperate I’d be for you…”
“I like the thought of you touching yourself thinking about me, too, though.”
“Mm.” Heat flared up in her eyes. “Good, because I’ve done it so many times. Even though I’ve been trying so hard not to.”
“Bridget…” I quivered, moving my hands slowly, reverently, up her sides. I didn’t know how I was allowed to touch someone so perfect, so sexy.
She grinned. “Have you done this with a girl before?”
“N-no…”
“I’ll show you what to do. Just relax and let me lead the way. I’ll make sure you get everything you want, baby. Kiss me, please.”
K-kissing her. Right. My god. This wasn’t a dating thing. This wasn’t… it was just getting what we needed from each other. Getting itches scratched. Her lips were so full, soft, perfect… “To be clear, I haven’t, er… I haven’t even kissed anyone in years.”
“Oh my god, Victoria, I’m not judging you, I just want to kiss you. Please. I’m begging you.”
I could… work with that. I stepped in closer, slipping my hands to her back, pressing the slightly smaller form of her hips against mine, and I bent down to brush my lips against hers, soft and exploratory.
She let out a desperate moan, and I felt the arousal spike when she gripped my hips and shoved me harder into hers, kissing me back with an energy that left me reeling.
It took no time at all for us to deepen it, and I was more turned on than I think I’d ever been before—my hips burning, thighs tingling with need, as I gripped my hands over her ass, just as perfect as it had looked in the video.
I couldn’t believe I got to touch her. That I had her…
grinding against my pants like this, while she kissed me deeply, passionately—her tongue found my lips, and I surrendered to her, opening my mouth and letting her in.
“Welcome home, baby,” she whispered against my lips, grinding her hips against my thigh, and I moaned loudly, obscenely.
“Fuck, I’ve needed this.”
“Me too. I need you to fuck me… take my clothes off? Please?”
I trembled while I slipped her out of her shirt, dropped it onto the floor, and I let slip a moan in surprise when she grabbed my hands and pushed them down into her underwear, having me pull it off.
Seeing the way she needed me—the way she was desperate, begging for this—fuck, this was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I’d worried she was just humoring me, going along with what I wanted, but there was no denying this.
I pulled her underwear down, and she was so gorgeous, so sexy, so… so turned on from waiting for me.
“Touch me, please,” she whispered. “Just… any way you like. It’s going to take no effort at all to get me to come the first time.”
“Th-the first time.”
“I’m going to need to come at least three times tonight, please.”
“I-I’ve never come more than once, just so you… know.”
She licked her lips. “I’m going to change that.”
Oh, god. I put my hand between her legs, and she moaned loudly, grinding against my hand—the heat there in her folds, slick against my fingers, it percolated through my body in waves of pleasure. “Bridget—oh, fuck. You’re so wet…”
“I’ve been like this all day for you, Victoria…”
“Oh my god.” I wasn’t really even trying to finger her, just moving my fingers along her—more like she took me inside herself, two fingers finding her entrance before she pulled me into her.
She gasped, holding that fucking eye contact with me while she whispered my name over and over, like I was the best thing to ever happen to her, and I moved my fingers inside her, pushing in deep and pulling back out, thrusting inside.
“Victoria—oh my god, Victoria, you’re perfect,” she gasped. “Oh, god, this is perfect, I just… oh, fuck, please, fuck me harder.”
“I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Push me up onto the counter and fuck my pussy until I break, please, I am begging you, I will do anything for you if you do this for me, please.”
Fuck, well, if she was asking like that.
I pushed her back against the counter, hooked one hand under her thigh, and I hoisted her up onto the surface—she wrapped her legs around me immediately, and I positioned myself to push harder inside her.
The harder I went, the more she cried out yes, Victoria, yes, please, yes, and I couldn’t believe I was making this woman feel good like this, and I rode the sensation until she screamed out in an orgasm that shook through her whole body, quivering from her hips to her hands, her feet trembling on my back, before slowly, she softened, adoring eyes looking at me like I was the best thing in the world.
“Victoria…”
“Was that okay?”
“You’re even better than I fantasized about,” she giggled—she was so red, blushing down to her neck, and I hadn’t imagined someone who did this for a living would be so bashful and cute, but it made me want to keep going. To see what other reactions I could get from her.
“You look so perfect like this,” I breathed, pulling my fingers out of her slowly and caressing my hands over her thighs, her waist, feeling her.
“Do you think I’ll look good on my knees too?” she said, a finger to her lips flirtatiously. “In front of you, licking up every drop from your pussy?”
“Oh—my god.”
“Please? I need you on my mouth so badly right now…”
“Y-yes. If that’s okay—” I started, but I didn’t even get the whole thing out of my mouth before she kissed me, tugging me into her and slipping off the counter, and she only broke off the kiss to drop down to her knees in front of me.
“Oh, fuck, Bridget,” I gasped, the sight breaking my brain—Bridget kneeling naked in front of me, looking up at me as she undid my belt and tugged my pants open, kissing the exposed skin as she pulled them down.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she moaned, not even getting my pants all the way down before she pressed her mouth up against me, and I nearly lost my balance, catching myself with a hand on the counter, the other on her head.
“Oh, fuck, Bridget, your—tongue—”
“You like it?” She smiled at me, and my knees quivered at the sight when she stuck her tongue out, letting me see how she dragged it up my…
through my… center, those big blue eyes looking up at me.
Fuck, she was going to lick me like that until I came.
When I tightened my grip on her head involuntarily, she moaned, closing her eyes and pressing her face against me, sucking on me, and I saw stars.
“Feel free to grab me and push me as hard as you want,” she murmured against me.
“I’ll tap on your thigh if it’s too much.
I love the feeling… so fucking good finally getting to taste you, Victoria. ”
It was embarrassing how quickly I came, but when she was saying things like that while pressing her mouth into me, licking, sucking—fuck—I couldn’t take it.
It was no time at all before I was incomprehensible, trying to say words that turned into nothing, gripping her by the back of the head and bending over her, shoving her up into me as I came, and she put her hand between her legs, playing with herself as I came explosively on her perfect, pretty little mouth, which was just—so—fucking—
I wasn’t totally conscious of where I was or what I was doing for a second, but one way or another, I wound up in the living room, sitting askance on the couch with my legs spread and Bridget between them, and she kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth.
She pulled back just a bit, her hands on either side of my face, looking at me like I was everything she’d ever wanted, and I got a pulse through me when she held eye contact and did that seductive head tilt again.
“You have no idea how good this is,” she said.
“You—have no idea how good you are. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
She giggled, biting her lip. “I actually haven’t had a lot of sex. Like, you know, physically. Texting and video calling and stuff is one thing, but like this, I’m kind of inexperienced.”
“Uh… wow. I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“I’ve been practicing a lot in my mind. You’re so beautiful and sexy and just… oh my god. Can I take these off?” she said, tugging on my shirt, and I nodded breathlessly.
“Anything you want to…”
“I want you to lie on your back with a double-ended dildo inside you while I ride the other side.”
“Oh—” I bucked my hips up as she started unbuttoning my shirt.
“It might be too much after you’ve already come, so let me know and we can change to a regular strap-on, but I want us both to feel good…”
“No, let’s… let’s do… that,” I gasped. “That’s… I want that.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”
So was she. I still thought I was probably imagining this entire day.
She stripped me out of my clothes, and I felt the heat between my legs building up again as she kissed every part of me, lavishing attention over my body, my stomach, my thighs, my breasts, and I was ready for her again by the time she got up and popped into her room, coming back with a long, see-through lavender silicone…
well… double-ended… as she’d said. I couldn’t take my eyes off it—so much so that I didn’t even notice she had a bottle of lube too until she popped it open and squirted it over one end of it, massaging it over the surface.
“You’re going to look perfect with this inside you,” she murmured, tracing it up my thigh. I gasped, and it turned into a shaky moan as she teased it over my folds. “I can’t believe I get to do this with you.”
“You can do whatever you want with me,” I gasped. “For all your sexual needs, whatever you want to try, just… I want you to get what you want…”
She stopped, looking at me with wide eyes. “You really mean that?” she said, voice low, and I quivered with nerves.
“Yes… yeah.”
She swallowed. “It’s probably a lot more than anyone can keep up with.”
“That’s okay. If you need to… take everything I can give you and masturbate too, you can do that.”
She smiled wildly through biting her lip. “Oh my god, that’s hot. I’ve, um… missed using the other rooms for…”
“Fuck. Please do not hold back on my behalf. I don’t care if it’s the middle of a conversation… during dinner… just get what you need. You’re so hot. I want to see you feel good.”
She slid the dildo inside me, and I gasped, arching my hips up off the couch. “Let me know if I ever go too far,” she whispered. “And I mean that. Because if you don’t tell me, I’m going to get every… last… little thing I want from you.”
Fuck me. I nodded desperately. “I will,” I gasped, feeling so impossibly full, the dildo slick and smooth and solid, moving inside me, sending sensation quivering out through me. “I promise. I will. Take what you want, Bridget.”
“Mm… we’re going to have so much fun.” She opened the lube again, pouring it into her hand and massaging it over the other end, and I watched breathlessly as she straddled it, holding it in one hand and rubbing the tip through her folds before she slid down onto it, her eyes pinching shut as she let out a strained cry. “Oh, fuck.”
“You… you look so good up there—”
“You too. I mean, down there. Fuck, I don’t know words.”
Fuck, the way it moved inside of me when she moved—I gripped her hips, and I moved mine in time with hers, both of us building into a rhythm, the sensation like nothing I’d ever felt, Bridget crying out in desperate, needy pleasure while she ground against me, every one of her movements pulsing through me too.
It wasn’t long before she gasped, “Victoria—baby—do you think you can… come… like this?”
“Yeah—yes—yes, please, I want to—”
“I’m getting close, but I want to come with you…”
“Fuck. I’m starting to get there.”
“Mm…” She moved deliberately, clearly pacing herself, and it was probably knowing she was close—seeing her trying so hard not to come on me already while her hips moved for her—that pushed me towards the edge.
I heard my own breath quickening more and more as a second orgasm built up, and I dug my fingers into her hips.
“Bridget—oh my god, I’m close—”
“Fuck, thank god, yes, please, I can’t hold on much longer, please, please come with me—”
I moved my hips with her, rocking her against me. “I’m so close—coming—going to come—please come with me, Bridget—”
I could feel it through the dildo when she came, clenching tighter around it and letting out a crackling cry, and it pushed me over the edge, my own orgasm spilling out through me as we moved together, our gasps and cries joining into one before we wound up wiped out together on the couch, Bridget staying on the dildo while she bent down over me, eyes shining and the most adoringly blissed-out smile glowing on her features, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.
“That whole thing about getting my needs met with you, was that the orgasm talking?”
I laughed breathlessly. “I’ll let you know if it’s ever too much.”
“Fuck, lucky me…” She bent down and kissed me, and I thought I was probably the luckier one in this arrangement, but I wasn’t about to start splitting hairs.