“Oh my god,yes,” she breathed as I inched forward. The whole way, I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping me.
So different from fucking Andrew. Softer, smoother. When I was fully seated inside her, Bridget’s pussy contracted around me in waves that made me want to thrust, but I held myself still.
“Is okay?” I asked, proud of myself for managing to ask in English when my brain was scrambled by lust.
Bridget nodded and rocked her hips slightly. I shifted inside her, and something shifted in my mind as well.
My control broke. I pulled out, then thrust forward, and the sensation was just as intense as the first time. I leaned over her, still plunging inside, until I could kiss her. Her lips, her throat, the lobes of her small, delicate ears.
Bridget’s moans grew louder, more urgent. I leaned back again and brought her hand to her pussy. “Touch,” I said, not trusting myself to do it properly when my mind was half gone.
She began circling her clit with her finger, and I watched the movement, committing what she liked to memory. The strokes became faster, and I matched her pace.
I was going to come. My balls were tightening again, but I held back.
“Bella ragazza,” I rasped. “Come for me, carissima.”
Bridget went rigid beneath me as her free hand gripped the mattress, looking for purchase. I tumbled too as her body gripped me tighter, pulsing in waves that matched the jerking of my cock. It seemed to last an age.
When my orgasm finally released me, I rolled Bridget onto her side so I could collapse beside her. Her pussy was still contracting around me intermittently as she came down as well.
I pulled her close, suddenly emotional. To share something like this with her was a precious gift. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her face in the hollow of my throat. I murmured in her ear again, praising her, telling her how she had filled my heart. Some of it might have even been in English.
“Thank you,” she said after a few moments. Her voice was thick with emotion, too, and when she leaned back, I saw tears clinging to her dark blonde lashes.
“Of course, mia cara,” I said, kissing away a tear from her cheek. “Mi fiore.” Another kiss below the corner of her left eye. “Mine.”
Bridget smiled then, a little teasing. “Yours?”
“Certo,” I whispered. I hesitated for just a moment. It was too soon, and I would probably scare her, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. “You are mine as surely as I love you, carissima.”
Bridget’s breath caught again, her mouth a small O of surprise. But then she smiled. “You love me?”
“How could I not?” I asked, brushing away another tear that had escaped.
Bridget’s eyes flickered between mine. “I love you, too,” she murmured, her smile widening.
“Sí?” I asked. My voice broke on the question.
Bridget kissed me once more, her eyes shining. “How could I not?”
We lay quietly for a few moments, just breathing. As I adjusted to this new reality, where I could tell Bridget how beautiful and precious and loved she was any time of the day, I felt Andrew assert himself in the bond. Jealousy, exasperating smugness, and love. I sent my happiness back to him.
Things were not perfect. There were loose ends that needed tying up before I could properly relax. But at that moment, with Bridget warm and dozing in my arms, I was content.
Chapter 40 - Nathan
Bridget and Gabriel were absolutely having sex. I wanted to escape into the spare room or the gym, but somehow that seemed more embarrassing than pretending I was unbothered.
“Goddamnit,” Andrew muttered under his breath as he sank into one of the living room chairs with a groan. “You’d think I’d get an invitation.”
Embarrassment kept my mouth shut. My face was on fire.
When I didn’t respond, Andrew threw a balled up paper towel at me. The dinner we’d been cooking together was now packed away in the fridge. It seemed like we’d be waiting for a while. “You alright, man?”
“I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“I told you, you’re going to have to get used to way worse than hearing that.” He jerked his thumb towards the bedroom door where we could hear Bridget moaning softly. “In case you missed it, the nest is pretty close quarters,” he continued. But he wasn’t laughing at me, which I appreciated.
