Chapter 10 The Quiet Side #4
I kissed behind her ear and fucked her at the steady pace she'd asked for. Her body moved beneath mine, every thrust traveling through both of us. Our joined hands tightened. Her free hand clawed at the blanket before reaching beneath her own hip.
"Let me," I said.
I slid my right arm under her. My fingers found her swollen clit while my cock stayed buried inside her.
Bristol shuddered.
"Slow circles," she said. "Don't match your hips."
I gave her the separate rhythm she wanted. My fingers worked her clit in deliberate circles while my hips drove long and deep behind it. The competing sensations changed her breathing immediately. Short gasps turned into a continuous, helpless sound against the pillow.
"Fuck, Nash. That's going to make me come."
"Good."
"Don't get smug."
I thrust harder.
"Too late."
She laughed once, but the next circle of my fingers cut it into a moan.
I kept her pinned beneath the length of my body, mouth moving over her neck and shoulder, fingers linked beside her face. Her pussy grew wetter around my cock. Each clench dragged me closer to the edge.
"I'm close," I said against her skin.
"So am I. Don't pull away."
"I won't."
"And don't pull out."
I slowed enough to make sure the words survived the heat between us. "Tell me what you want, Bris."
She turned her face toward mine as far as the position allowed.
"I want you to come inside me," she said. "I want your cum in my pussy while I'm coming around your cock. Stay close when you do it."
I kissed her open mouth.
"I'm yours."
Then I gave up the last of my restraint.
My hips hit harder and faster, every thrust driving me to the root while my fingers worked her clit. Bristol pushed back to meet me. Our linked hands locked tight. Sweat made our bodies slide where my chest covered her back.
"Baby," she gasped. "Right there. Keep fucking me right there."
Her pussy clenched in a hard warning pulse.
I held the angle.
"Come for me, Bris."
She did.
Her orgasm seized her from clit to belly, her pussy closing around my cock in rhythmic waves while her whole body shook beneath me. Bristol cried my name into the pillow and kept pushing back, taking every stroke even as the contractions stole her rhythm.
The grip of her pussy pulled me over with her.
"Inside," she demanded. "Come inside me."
I drove as deep as I could and came.
Pleasure tore through me in thick pulses. My cock jerked inside her, spilling cum deep into her pussy while she continued to clench around me. Bristol's fingers crushed mine. My hips moved helplessly against her ass, each shallow thrust forcing another hot spurt into her.
She came harder beneath me, a second crest rolling through the first. Her free hand caught my forearm where it circled her waist and held me against her clit until the last shudder passed.
I groaned her name into her neck.
Cum leaked around my cock before I had even stopped pulsing, hot and slick between her thighs. Her pussy gave one final squeeze that pulled the last of it from me.
Neither of us moved.
I stayed inside her, chest pressed to her back, our fingers still interlaced beside her face. Bristol's breathing came in ragged pulls. Her legs trembled beneath mine. Sweat cooled along my spine while the lantern burned low beside us.
"Don't move," she whispered.
"Wasn't planning to."
"Good."
She turned her head and kissed the inside of my wrist where our hands met.
For a long minute, that was all either of us could manage.
My cock softened slowly inside her. Each small shift made more cum slide out around us. Bristol didn't tense or reach for anything. She held my hand and kept my body covering hers as though the weight had become part of what she'd chosen.
When I finally eased out, we both groaned.
Cum followed my cock from her pussy and spilled onto the blanket and her thigh. Bristol rolled toward me immediately, hooked a leg over my hip, and pulled herself close until her breasts pressed into my ribs and her wet pussy rested against my thigh.
"There," she said, still catching her breath. "That's where you go."
I wrapped both arms around her.
"Taking more corrections?"
"Several. But the main event passed inspection."
I laughed. It hurt pleasantly in muscles she'd exhausted.
Bristol reached for the bottle beside the mattress without releasing me. She drank half, then pressed it to my mouth while I was still lying down.
"Hydrate. I have standards."
I drank.
She set the bottle aside and settled back over me, tracing the marks she'd left on my shoulder.
"Sore?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Good sore or need-something sore?"
"The kind that will remind me of you when I walk into breakfast."
"So good sore."
"Very."
I pulled the clean top blanket over us. It covered our bodies but did nothing to separate them. Bristol immediately threaded her leg between mine and tucked her face against my neck.
Cum still coated both thighs, and her body trembled whenever my hand traveled down her back.
"You're not cleaning me up," she said.
"You asked me not to move."
"I'm pleased you can follow directions after orgasm."
"It's one of my better qualities."
Her mouth found my collarbone. "I don't want it gone yet."
I ran my palm over her ass and held her closer.
"Then it stays."
She kissed my neck, jaw, and mouth without checking the balance after every touch.
"This is what I'm like," she said against my lips.
"Naked and bossy?"
"When I trust someone."
Her tone was dry, but her arm tightened around me.
"I don't want you thinking the distance is my real personality and this is some temporary sex version. I like touching you. I like being wrapped around you. I like knowing I can reach for you without making it an event."
I slid my hand up her spine and into her damp hair.
"Then reach."
"I plan to."
She kissed me again, soft enough that I felt the promise more than heard it.
After a while, Bristol sat up with the blanket gathered around both of us. She reached into the overnight bag beside the mattress and found her phone.
"Come here."
"I'm already here."
"Closer."
Of course.
The table was two steps away. Bristol pulled me onto the bench beneath the shared blanket, sat sideways in my lap, and placed my hand on the restored wood.
She threaded her fingers through mine.
With her other hand, she angled the phone until the lantern light, joined hands, and sanded edge of the table filled the frame. It held no faces or bodies for the lake to consume.
She took the picture and studied it.
"Who gets it?" I asked.
"Kit."
"You sure?"
Bristol looked at me. "I'm not asking her anything. I want her to know you heard me."
She typed four words beneath the image.
He gave me the table.
Then she sent it.
The answer came before Bristol had set the phone down.
I knew he would. I'm so happy for you, Bris.
Bristol read it twice. Her chin trembled once before she pressed her lips together and caught it.
"She knew what it meant," she said.
"Kit usually does."
"That's why I told her."
She put the phone face down and curled back into my chest. Bristol had opened one private door because she trusted the woman on the other side.
"Tomorrow, don't take me back to Rosewater."
"Okay."
She lifted her head, apparently prepared to argue with an objection I hadn't made.
"That easy?"
"You say what you mean. I listen."
The answer made her smile.
"I want breakfast at Brewster Bay," she said. "I want to walk into the lodge beside you. I want coffee, whatever your mother is cooking, and a seat close enough that I can keep a hand on you."
"That's practically a public announcement by Bristol Weaver standards."
"Then people should pay attention."
"They usually do."
"Tomorrow they'll get one thing right."
I brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek. "Which thing?"
"That I'm with you because I chose you."
"Beside me in daylight," I said.
"Or in your lap. I'll decide after I find out how sore I am."
My spent cock twitched against her ass.
Bristol noticed.
"Five minutes," she said.
"You said you needed ten."
"I revised the estimate."
She pulled me back beneath the blanket. The lanterns had burned low, Sapphire Lake was black beyond the shutters, and the table stood level behind us with our joined fingerprints on the wood.
Bristol wrapped herself around me again. Her leg crossed my hips. Her hand settled over my heart, and her mouth brushed my shoulder.
"Wake me for breakfast, boyfriend."
"I thought you had plans for round two."
Her eyes opened, warm and wicked.
"I said wake me for breakfast. I didn't say let me sleep."