Before she could respond, I closed my hand over her breast, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. I squeezed gently, testing the weight of it.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
I slid one hand behind her back and unfastened her bra, easing it off her shoulder before tossing it aside. Leaning down, I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her back arching off the bed.
I sucked again, pulling the nipple deep, swirling my tongue around it. Her hands tightened in my hair, and I loved it. Loved the sounds she was making. Loved the way she tasted. I pulled my mouth away, my thumb brushing over the wet, hard nipple.
“God, Bridger—”
I lowered my mouth again, teeth closing over the wet bud, and she moaned.
“I could spend all day right here,” I said against her skin, kissing the underside of her breast. “Just worshipping these. You.”
“Please—”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need—more—”
I kissed down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump and quiver under my lips. When I reached the top of her shorts, I looked up at her as I slowly unbuttoned them, dragging the zipper down slowly. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down her legs along with her underwear.
And then she was completely naked in my bed.
I sat back on my heels, trying to memorize every inch of her.
Her breasts, heavy and flushed from my mouth. Her thick thighs. The dark hair between them that told me exactly where I was going next.
She was every wet dream I’d ever had.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Look at you.”
Her thighs pressed together, the soft, rich fullness of them hiding her heat from me, and I shook my head. “No,” I said, running my hands up her legs, squeezing the thick, tempting curve of her outer thighs. “Let me see you.”
“Bridger.” She shook her head.
“Let me see all of you.” I pushed her thighs apart gently. Her pussy was pink and glistening, already wet for me.
I settled between her thighs, kissing her inner thigh. Her skin was so soft here, so sensitive. She shivered under my mouth. I kissed closer to where she needed me, teasing. I wanted her so ready I could send her over the edge with just one thrust.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” I bit down gently, leaving a faint pink mark. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?” I kissed her other thigh.
She tugged at my hair. “You know where.”
I grinned against her thigh. “Yes, I do. But you need to say it.”
She looked down at me, eyes glazed over. “My pussy. Please, Bridger. I need your mouth on my pussy.”
Hearing those words from her lips nearly undid me. I leaned in and licked up her slit in one long, slow stroke.
She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed.
I groaned at the taste of her. Sweet and rich and addictive. Better than anything I’d ever tasted.
