Elias
Bridget looks up at me from her position on her knees, and the sight alone has me close to coming.
Eyes glazed over and hooded, plump lips parted and glistening, her shallow breath fanning over me has me wanting to grab the sides of her face and shove my cock into that sweet little mouth.
Her hands run up the front of my thighs, the muscles tensing under her touch, and her gaze falls to the dusting of pubic hair that trails from below my belly button to where my cock stands, waiting for her to indulge me.
She seems tentative, like her domineering side took her by surprise. I’d hazard a guess that Bridget has never taken control during sex, and knowing she’s probably gone along with whatever to make her partner happy, makes me want stand back and let her have her fun.
Leaning forward, she places wet kisses against my lower belly, before trailing down until her lips hover over the tip of my cock. She doesn’t kiss there though. Instead, she flicks her tongue out and laps up the bead of precum that’s pooling there.
I hiss at the sensation, clenching and unclenching my fists by my side to stop myself from reaching for her.
Her eyes meet mine, a silent question of Am I doing okay?
and I nod in response. Her eyes flare with lust and she wastes no time in taking me completely.
My head falls back on a groan as her wet lips slide down my shaft, until she meets resistance.
She keeps her mouth there as she adjusts before she pulls her head back further and releases me with a pop.
I watch as she licks the underside of my cock, her eyes on me the entire time, and when she sucks the head, I don’t bother stopping my hand from reaching forward and around the back of her head to pull that damn hair tie out.
Blonde hair falls around her face and the view from here is ethereal.
Threading my fingers through her gold spun hair, I give it a tug until she’s looking back at me with dark eyes, her lips still wrapped snug around my cock.
Bridget sucks hard, swirling her tongue around me as she slowly pulls and pushes, back and forth.
With my jaw and eyes clenched, I tip my head back and take a shuddering breath, my whole body convulsing as she reaches underneath and takes my balls in her hand.
My hips jerk forward and I hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering at the sudden contact.
She pulls back and circles her hand around me, tugging gently.
“Baby,” I hiss out as she continues her slow and torturous strokes. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
Her eyes light up when I call her “baby” and I make a mental note to call her that more often.
She stands, running her hands up and over my chest. Her lips hover over mine and I lean forward and capture them between my own, not being able to hold myself back—I crave her constantly.
I reach down and wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs and smile against her mouth as she gasps when I hoist her up.
Her legs automatically wrap around my waist, her breathing becoming rapid as I walk us over to the bed and sit her down on the edge before crouching down in front of her.
Her top swiftly comes off and my mouth immediately finds her breasts, my tongue flicking over her left nipple before moving to the right.
She moans hoarsely as I suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing the small bud until its puckered.
When her chest is flushed and glistening, I pull back and run my hands down her sides and hook my fingers into the side of her pants.
Bridget lets out a small squeal as I yank the material down her legs.
She falls back onto the bed at the sudden movement and she has a hazy grin on her face when I look up at her.
As soon as I’ve got her pants and underwear off and on the floor, her legs automatically open for me, and I place gentle kisses on the inside of her left leg, starting at her knee and making my way up until her pussy is at the tip of my tongue.
Pink and wet—just how I like it.
Her breathing is erratic with her eyes locked in on me as I swipe my tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Bridget bucks as my tongue drags over her sensitive bud and her eyes roll back.
Sweet like fucking honey.
I waste no time in devouring her, lapping up every ounce of wetness and taking what she gives me.
Her moans are breathless, but grow louder the closer she is to her release.
I can feel it in her restlessness, but she scrunches up her face slightly.
She’s having a hard time getting out of her head.
I slip my middle and index finger inside her and smirk when the creases between her brows disappear.
I place my mouth over again, sucking that small bud into my mouth as I hook and twist my fingers into her until I find that sweet spot.
She’s tightening around me and I can feel her orgasm is right there, ready to be let out.
“I want you to come for me, baby,” I whisper against her and my breath fanning over her core has her tightening around my digits. “Trust me.”
Bridget whimpers, her head rolling from left to right as I lick expeditiously against her clit, and I watch in amazement as she falls over the edge.
Her legs clamp my head in between her thighs and her body shakes as she embraces her orgasm.
A breathless gasp passes through her lips as I gently lick her down from her high.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her head popping up to look down at me. She’s wearing a dazed smile and the look of adoration on her face has my cock feeling like it’s about to explode. “Come here.”
I cover her body with my own as the two of us lie on the bed.
She’s hooking her leg over my hip and pulling me closer as I press a warm and wet kiss to the crook of her neck, smiling against her skin as her hands stroke up and down my back.
Her eyes lock with mine as I pull back and press a gentle kiss against her nose.
Without warning, she flips us over until she’s straddling my lap.
She puts her hands onto my pecks and the movement has her breasts pushed together and my mouth waters.
Rolling her hips, she grinds into me and leaves no room between us.
My eyes zero in on her mouth as she pulls he bottom lip between her teeth and bites—hard.
She’s wet against my cock and I fucking love the way she smears her arousal over me as she claims me.
“I want you raw,” she whispers, leaning down to nibble on my right earlobe. “I’m clean and I’ve got an IUD.”
A growl rumbles in my chest at her suggestion and I buck my hips up, my eyes watching the way her tits bounce.
“Fuck, are you sure?” I pant as she teases the head of my cock with her entrance.
I firmly grip her hips to stop her moving.
“Bridget, if I fuck you raw, there’s no going back for us. I hope you understand that.”
Her eyes fill with something other than lust and my chest tightens as the same feelings courses through me. She nods and leans down, placing her left elbow on the bed beside my head. Her head rests on her hand, her free hand trailing up and down my torso.
“I know.” Her voice is barely audible and the way she looks at me has my throat feeling dry. “I don’t want to go back.”
My balls grow heavy at the intimacy of this conversation, and as I buck my hips one more time, I slide right against her and inside without hesitation.
The two of us moan at the snug fit, and I groan at how she feels—skin on skin, warm and wet.
I bury myself in her until I can’t go any further and she presses a kiss to my lips.
All I can think is that this feels like way more than just fucking.
She keeps her head resting on her elbow as I slowly rock in and out of her and the whole time we don’t let our gaze on one another break.
She’s staring at me with hooded eyes and her mouth parted as she releases a shaky breath.
We stay in this position for a few more thrusts before I flip us over and she’s on her back, looking up at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
Her hand cups my cheek as I prop myself up over her, one hand on under her thigh and the other by her head.
Her hair fans over the sheets and she looks like a goddamn goddess sprawled out in front of me.
She still has her post-orgasm smile etched on her face as she moans.
Her wetness coats me as I glide in and out, and I feel myself growing close as soon as she starts tightening around me.
My thrusts become sporadic as we continue to fuck lazily, and when she begins to squirm underneath me, I take the hand from her thigh and slide it between of us and rub at her clit.
Her moans become louder the closer she gets and her eyes flutter close as she chases her release, but it doesn’t quite come.
Bridget lets out a frustrated huff and I move my hand.
“It’s okay,” I whisper and rest my forehead against her own. “We can work on it together.”
Bridget nods, lifting her chin so our lips are brushing. “I’m sorry.”
I shut her up with my lips. “Nothing to be sorry for, baby,” I say, just as I feel my balls begin to tighten, a white-hot heat licks down my spine and I know I’ve only got a few more thrusts left until I find my release. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I breath out. “Where do you want it?”
She runs her hand through my hair and presses her lips to the underside of my jaw. “I want it inside of me, baby.”
Her words tip me over the edge and I’m emptying myself inside her with short spasms of my hips. I let out a grunt as I fall on top of her and sigh as she wraps her legs around me. I press a kiss to the dewy skin of her shoulder and up the side of her neck.
“You’re going to come on my cock one day. Even if it takes years, it’s going to happen. I know it,” I mumble.
She laughs and presses a kiss against my damp hair, sighing in contentment. “Years, huh?”
I hum into her skin. “Yeah, I already told you. There’s no going back for us,” I say as I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me. “You’re mine now.”
Bridget snuggles into my side. “I like the sound of that.”