I kissed her again, and it was as much of a relief to me as her.
She was wild, almost frantic, now. I wanted to make it last, this first time, but she needed release quickly. I could take my time later.
Thanks to her perfume, my cock was already hard and aching. I pulled off Bridget’s pajamas, a silky nightgown Gabriel had picked out, and held my breath as her body emerged. I’dnever get used to the sight of her, slim yet soft, with small breasts tipped in the same pink as her lips. I watched her nipples pebble in the cool air as the fine hairs along her fair skin raised in goosebumps.
I moved us down the bed until she was straddling me fully and I could feel the heat of her everywhere we touched. Her eyes were glazing again as she rocked against me, seeking the friction her body instinctively craved.
After pulling off my shirt, I gripped her hips and raised them so I could undress fully. Bridget watched with hungry eyes roving over my chest and settling on where my cock sprang out eagerly. She whimpered again. “Oh. You’re… big,” she whined, and my cock twitched under her gaze. I couldn’t help the surge of Alpha pride.
When she settled back down, the only thing between us was the soaking fabric of her panties.
“Move,” I said, urging her to roll her hips again. She dragged her pussy along the length of my cock, rubbing herself against me. The added friction of her panties was maddening. Her head dropped back as she sighed.
I helped her move faster, my hands on her hips, and was rewarded by beads of slick rolling down her thighs. She was panting now, and her fever had broken enough for a fine sheen of sweat to bead on her chest.
She grabbed her own breasts, pinching her nipples between her index and middle fingers, and the sight snapped my patience. I grasped the waistband of her panties and ripped them off.
There was nothing between us now. She rolled again and her slick rolled over me, too, coating my cock in wet heat. It was almost too much.
“Andrew. Please,” Bridget whined.
“Use me,” I said through gritted teeth. “You’re in control, baby.”
She took my cock in her hand. She stroked once, then twice, making me groan with anticipation.
I thought I was prepared, but nothing couldeverprepare me for the sensation of Bridget sinking down slowly. It was all I could do not to buck my hips and surge into her so I grabbed her hands instead. Our fingers intertwined, and it doubled the intimacy.
Bridget’s pussy was already fluttering around me, pulsing rhythmically as she settled at the base of my knot. Her eyes were wide on mine as she tilted forward until our hands were pressed to the mattress. She wiggled her hips experimentally, taking a bit of my swelling knot inside. “Oh god,” she breathed.
I was fighting to stay still. “Move, baby,” I said in a hoarse voice I almost didn’t recognize as my own. “Please, before I lose my mind.”
Bridget lifted herself, slowly, and I could tell the friction against her delicate, grasping pussy was just as good as it was for me by her little breathless gasps. She sank down again, a bit faster.
“Yes. That’s good,” I said, finally letting my own hips move in time with hers until we set a steady rhythm. “So good, baby.”
She moaned, but the sound was frustrated, as if she couldn’t find what she needed. I released one of her hands to reach between our bodies and stroke her clit. It was swollen beneath my thumb, hard and throbbing. I massaged it, eliciting another high-pitched whimper. I wanted her to come, to feel her sweet pussy clenching on me.
“Andrew,” she said, her voice almost panicked. “Oh god.”
Her warning came a split second before she cried out, drenching me in a wave of slick, and I couldn’t stop myself fromgoing those last few inches. I bucked my hips and felt my knot slip inside her.
Pleasure, pure and almost painfully intense, wiped my mind clean. All there was in the world was Bridget, her scent, her soft skin pressed to mine, her pulsing pussy squeezing on my knot like a vise. I was pulsing too, shooting load after load of cum inside her. It felt like I would never stop.
Just as I started to come down, Bridget moved slightly and set off another smaller wave of pulses between us. The noise we were making sounded far away; my wild roars and her high-pitched whines that turned to moans as we clung to each other. We rolled onto our sides, locked together. It would be awhile.
Her eyes drifted closed. She was still hot, but she seemed satisfied for the moment and ready for a rest.
I became aware of Gabriel, in our bond, and then at my back. His lust and love were nearly overwhelming. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed himself against me. He was as hard as I had been just a few minutes before.
“Ciao, amore,” he murmured, amusement in his voice. “You have put on quite a show.”
I huffed a laugh. His hand drifted from my waist to the hair at my temple, brushing it back in lazy strokes. I couldn’t stop my purr.
“Il mio grande gatto,” he said. “Sleep now.”
Before I let myself slip under, I needed to say something. “We claim her together,” I said, the words slurred with sudden exhaustion.
Gabriel sent another bolt of love down the bond. “Sí, amore. Together.”
