Chapter 10 The Quiet Side #3
"You told me to pay attention."
Her smile went soft around the edges. "Then finish undressing me."
I knelt and untied one side of her bikini bottoms. Then the other. Black fabric slipped between her thighs and landed beside her dress.
Bristol stood naked in the lantern light with her hands on my shoulders.
I'd seen her naked, tasted her, and made her come on that grassy rise above the lake. The memory didn't make her ordinary. Her waist waited for my hands, her breasts were flushed from my mouth, and her parted thighs gave me a clear view of her wet pussy.
"Take your time," she said.
So I did.
I kissed the inside of one knee, then the other. My mouth traveled up her thigh while my hands moved over the backs of her legs and the tight curve of her ass. Her stance widened as I climbed. By the time my lips reached the soft skin beside her pussy, her fingers were locked in my hair.
"Look at me," she said.
I did.
"I want to watch you taste me."
I dragged my tongue through her slit. Bristol's lips parted on a sharp breath, but she kept her eyes on mine as I licked her again. Slower. Deeper. I spread her open with my thumbs and circled her clit.
Her hips moved toward my mouth.
"Again."
I flicked my tongue across her clit and felt her thighs tense beside my face.
"Harder."
I closed my lips around it and sucked.
The sound she made broke clean through her control.
She tugged me backward onto the blankets and followed me down. For a second I thought she meant to climb over my cock. Instead, she lay back, opened her legs, and caught my head between her hands.
"Now you can use both hands."
I slid two fingers into her pussy while my mouth returned to her clit. She was hot and tight around them, soaked enough that they moved easily. I curled them toward the spot that made her hips lift. Her heels dug into the blankets. Her breasts rose and fell with each shortened breath.
"Right there," she said. "Keep that angle."
I did, pumping steadily while my tongue worked in tight circles.
Bristol lost the full sentences. Her fingers pulled at my hair. Her thighs tightened against my shoulders, released, then tightened again. Her pussy began to flutter around my hand.
I increased the pressure without changing the rhythm.
"Nash."
Her voice came out stripped of everything but need.
I sucked her clit harder and drove my fingers deeper.
Bristol came with her back arched and my name breaking from her mouth.
Her pussy clamped around my fingers in hard pulses, coating my hand while her thighs shook against my face.
I kept licking through every contraction.
She held me there until the pleasure turned sharp, then pushed weakly at my head.
"Enough," she gasped. "Come up here before you kill me on our first official night."
I kissed the inside of her thigh and crawled over her.
She caught my face and pulled me into a kiss, tasting herself on my lips and tongue without hesitation. One leg wrapped around my hip. Her still-trembling pussy pressed wet against my thigh.
"You listened," she whispered.
"You weren't exactly subtle."
"I don't plan to be subtle with my boyfriend."
The word sent another surge through my cock.
Bristol felt it against her hip and smiled. Then she pushed me onto my back.
"My turn."
She kissed down my chest and stomach, tongue tracing the line below my navel, then settled between my thighs and closed one hand around my cock.
She looked up before opening her mouth.
Bristol chose exactly what she wanted and made sure I watched her take it.
Her tongue circled the head. She tasted the wet bead there, then drew me between her lips.
Heat closed around my cock.
I gripped the blanket as she took me deeper. She adjusted pressure, angle, and tongue until every pull landed. Her hand stroked what she didn't take; her lips tightened on the way up.
"Fuck, Bris."
She hummed, and the vibration traveled straight into my balls.
My hips lifted. Bristol steadied me, took me again, and increased the pace. Wet sounds filled the lookout. Saliva shone on her lips when she drew back to breathe.
I reached for her hair but kept my hand loose.
"Tell me how close," she said, stroking me while her mouth hovered over the tip.
"Close enough that I need you to stop."
"Need?"
"I want to come inside you."
Her expression changed. The teasing stayed, but something deeper moved beneath it.
"Then tell me what you want when you're inside me, baby."
I pulled her up my body until we were face-to-face. "I want to feel you come around my cock. Then I want to fill your pussy while you're still holding me."
Her eyes went dark.
"Good," she whispered. "Because that's exactly what you're going to do."
She kissed me, swung one leg over my hips, and pressed my shoulders into the blankets. Her wet pussy slid along the underside of my cock as she moved into position.
"Not like this," she said when I reached for her hips. "I want you over me first. I want all your weight and nowhere for either of us to look but at each other."
Bristol rolled onto her back and opened her legs.
I moved between them.
She wrapped one hand around my cock and guided the head through the wetness coating her pussy. Then she positioned me at her entrance and looked straight into my eyes.
"Slow at first," she said. "After that, listen when I tell you what I need."
"Always."
Her arms locked around my neck. Her legs wrapped around my waist.
"Now."
I pushed into her.
The head of my cock slipped past her opening and Bristol's breath caught. Her pussy stretched around me, hot and slick after her orgasm, gripping every inch as I moved deeper. I kept my weight on my forearms and watched her face.
"Keep going," she said.
I gave her another inch.
Her nails pressed into my shoulders. Her legs tightened, heels drawing me closer while her body adjusted beneath mine.
"More."
I pushed deeper until my hips met hers and my cock filled her completely.
Bristol's eyes closed. A low moan left her, quiet at first, then rougher when her pussy clenched around me.
I held still.
Every part of her touched me. Her breasts flattened against my chest. Her arms held my neck. Her ankles crossed behind my back. Even before I moved, she had removed every inch of distance she'd spent years maintaining from the world.
Her eyes opened.
"Say it," she whispered.
"You're my girlfriend."
Her hips rolled beneath me.
"Again."
"My girlfriend, Bris."
She kissed me and tightened her pussy around my cock.
"Move."
I pulled back slowly, feeling her grip drag along my shaft, then pushed deep again. Bristol met me with her hips. We found the first rhythm together, long strokes that let her feel every inch and gave me no chance to forget how tight she was.
Her kisses broke apart into breath and tongue. I kept one hand beneath her shoulder and the other at her hip, holding her steady as the pace increased.
"That's it," she said. "Deep."
I drove into her harder.
Her breasts moved against my chest. Her nails traveled down my back. Each wet thrust brought a new sound from her, less controlled than the one before it. I changed the angle by lifting one of her thighs higher against my side.
Bristol cried out.
"There. Don't lose that."
I hit the same place again.
Her body tightened around me.
"Tell me if you need more," I said.
"I need more."
"That was fast."
"You asked."
I laughed against her mouth, then gave her what she wanted.
The lookout filled with the slap of our bodies and the creak of the cushioned platform beneath us.
I fucked her harder without shortening the stroke, pulling back until only the head remained before burying myself again.
Bristol held on and took every thrust, rolling her hips to meet mine instead of lying still beneath me.
"You feel so fucking good," I said.
"Then stop talking like you've got somewhere else to be."
She caught my lower lip between her teeth, bit, and released it.
I drove into her hard enough that her answer became a moan.
"Better?"
"Much."
Her mouth curved even while she panted. Private Bristol was warm, exact, and filthy when she wanted something. I wanted every version.
I slowed without stopping, rolling my hips deep while I kissed her neck. Bristol's legs loosened from my waist only so she could draw her knees higher and open herself further. The change let me sink deeper. Her pussy squeezed me in small, involuntary pulses.
"I can feel you getting close," she whispered.
"Not yet."
"Steady."
The word carried yesterday's promise.
I held her gaze and gave her three slow strokes. Then three harder ones. Bristol's fingers moved into my hair, her eyes never leaving mine while her body took everything she had asked me to bring.
"Tell me exactly what you want," I said.
She answered without hesitation.
"I want you on top of me. I want your chest against my back and your mouth on my neck. I want you deep enough that I feel you tomorrow." Her pussy tightened around me. "And when I come again, I want your cum inside me."
My control slipped hard enough that I had to stop moving.
Bristol smiled, breathless and pleased.
"Was that exact enough?"
"Very."
I kissed her once, then pulled out slowly. She made a sound of protest before remembering the request had been hers.
"Turn over," I said.
She rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs. I followed her down, one knee between hers, one beside her hip. My chest covered her back while I braced on my left forearm. With my right hand, I guided my cock along her wet slit and pushed back inside.
The new angle pulled a broken moan from both of us.
Bristol's ass lifted into my hips, but she didn't leave space between our upper bodies. She reached back until she found my left hand beside her head and threaded our fingers together.
"Closer."
I settled more of my weight along her body without crushing her. My mouth found the side of her neck. My hips drew back and drove forward, pressing her into the blankets with each deep stroke.
"That's it, baby," she gasped. "Stay there."