Bridget kissed me again. “I want to,” she whispered against my lips.
I let myself go, as I hadn’t before. I poured in the terror I’d felt when she left with Domenic, when I’d seen the horror of that clinic. The desire that had been mounting for weeks, the echoes of Andrew’s lust that reverberated through me whenever she entered the room, but also my own curiosity. I had not been with anyone but Andrew in years, and learning someone new was intoxicating in its own right.
Just when she began to squirm, I brushed my hand against the thatch of dark blonde curls between her thighs. She gasped, then whined as I dipped one finger into the honey that gathered at her entrance.
I watched her face as I stroked inside, exploring her. She was so warm and soft it felt unreal. When I withdrew my finger to play with the soft folds of her skin, she whimpered again.
I was not so unfamiliar with a woman’s body that I did not know where to touch her. I found her clit, larger than I expected. She was already swollen for me, enough that I could grasp her between my thumb and forefinger and stroke gently.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, gripping my forearm. Her eyes were wide as she bit her lip.
“You like this?” I asked and stroked her again, more firmly this time.
“So much.” She dropped her gaze to watch me touch her. My cock jerked in response to her whimpers and rapidly thickening scent. I alternated between plunging my fingers inside her and stroking her hard clit until her slick was dripping to my wrist.
“Wait,” Bridget gasped. I froze, ready to stop completely if that’s what she wanted, even if my body was screaming to sink into her, to feel her sweet body grasping at my cock. Her eyes, hooded and deep blue, still looked glassy with desire. “I want to touch you first. Please.”
I groaned, smiling. “Certo che sí, carissima,” I murmured and reluctantly removed my hand.
“Roll over,” Bridget whispered, crawling over me. I dutifully rolled onto my back.
Holding herself above me with trembling arms, she started at my neck, breathing in a long inhale of my scent. Her breath tickled my skin, then her tongue as she teased the spot right below my ear.
Kisses trailed across my jaw, down my throat, to my collarbone. My cock brushed against the skin of her stomach and I jerked involuntarily at the sensation. Bridget took her time, licking then scraping her teeth against my nipples, brushing her nose through my chest hair. She finally settled between my legs.
“Mi fai impazzire,” I groaned with a wry smile. Somehow, Bridget’s instincts to tease me were the same as Andrew’s, as if she knew it was the anticipation that made things even sweeter.
“What does that mean?” She asked, drawing one finger up the inside of my thigh.
I pressed my head against the bed, clenching my fists to stop from grasping my cock. “You are driving me mad, tesoro.”
Bridget’s breath caught, and she gave a small whimper. Did she like the idea of having me at her mercy? Her hot gaze said yes.
“Stay still,” she whispered, then drew her fingers from my thigh to my balls. They had already tightened, but her touch made them contract farther, and a bit of pre-cum leaked from my tip. When her finger brushed against the delicate skin behind them, I had to dig my heels in not to beg for her touch.
She massaged me gently for a few moments, watching my face intently, then finally, finally touched my aching cock.
Her hand was soft, barely brushing the skin of my shaft, then the head. Her thumb swiped gently at the trail of pre-cum. But before I could adjust to the feeling of her hand, she was leaning forward, her mouth hovering above me. “Can I?”
“Se non lo fai…” I trailed off. My brain seemed unable to find English words. “Sí.”
Bridget’s tongue was first, soft as a kitten’s against the head of my cock, lapping at the slit. I did not have the flavor of an Alpha, but she did not seem to care.
She took the whole tip in her mouth slowly, her tongue still lapping experimentally against me.
I was murmuring to her, telling her what a good girl she was, how her mouth felt against me, how I wanted to feel her pussy where her mouth was sweetly torturing me. Doubtless she did not understand a word, but when her hand joined her mouth, to stroke at my shaft while her tongue swirled around me, I had to grasp her wrist and pull her hand away.
“Aspetti, tesoro.Wait,” I said urgently. I would not finish in her mouth. Bridget sat up, her lips glossy and pink. I groaned at her expression, but forced myself to take two slow breaths. “I want to cum inside you, carissima.”
“Yes,” Bridget said simply, her eyes blazing.
We moved again until I was between her thighs. She bent her legs to let her knees fall open, and my cock strained towards her. “Are you ready?”
“Please,” Bridget said with a hint of a whine.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I dragged the tip of my cock through the slick dripping from her until I was coated in it, then eased my way inside.
Would I hurt her? I watched her face for any sign of pain, but I shouldn’t have worried.
