Page 64 of Trial and Error

She pushes herself up and looks down at me from her position on my lap and grins wickedly. “Why don’t you find out?”

Before I can say another word, she reaches behind her and moves my hand from her back to under her breasts. The underside of her tits are soft and heavy and I watch as she shifts impatiently on my lap as I keep my hands just under where she wants them. My gaze meets hers as I reach up and cover her breasts with my hands and I give them a squeeze, loving the way she leans into my touch. Her hips begin to roll faster and I have to stop my exploring to hold her hips still.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll be coming in my sweatpants and not in you.”

Her eyes flare at the promise my words hold and she pulls her top from her body and the sight of her is fucking incredible. Dusky pink nipples adorn her pale breasts and the way they sit heavily against her chest, rising and falling with every sharp inhale she takes, has my mouth bone dry.

Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I rest against the headboard on my bed and lean forward to take one of her stiff nipples into my mouth. She lets out a quiet whimper as I flick my tongue over the bud, and that sound rushes straight to my groin. I switch my attention to the other breast and savour the way her body reacts so obediently to mine.

“More,” she breathes out, her hands now tugging at my hair. “Please, I need more.”

I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand with her in my arms. I turn around and lay her down on the bed and stand over her. My hands reach forward and grab at the waistband of her pants. Before I pull, I look up at her and see the anticipation in her eyes.

“You got underwear on, or am I going to find your bare pussy waiting for me?”

She shrugs coyly as she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth. The grip I have on the small amount of control is slipping and fast. I grip the fabric of her pyjamas so tightly my knuckles turn white, and I let them drag against her skin as I pull her pants down. I whimper at the sight of her bare beneath me, and suddenly I can’t get her undressed quick enough.

“Tell me what you want,” I rush out, my eyes tracing every line and curve of her body. “Tell me what I need to do in order to have all of you.”

Bridget turns shy at my words, covering her face with her arms, hidings herself. I notice the way she almost curls into herself as if she is ashamed of how she looks, but what is laid before me is the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. I run my hands up her legs and over her thick thighs and up to her curved belly, my hands kneading into the soft flesh there and that’s when I feel the shift.

She sucks in and flattens her stomach as much as possible, and I hate the way she tenses under my touch. “Hey, don’t do that,” I say to her as I give her a gentle squeeze. “We’re not doing this if you’re uncomfortable.”

Bridget shakes her head. “I’m comfortable, I swear.”

I sigh as I extend my hands up to her arms and pull them from her face. “I need you to be comfortable in all the ways that matter. I don’t want you to ever hide yourself from me, Bridget. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and this body? It deserves to be worshipped. I’m the lucky man you’ve trusted yourself with, but I need you to be all in or this isn’t going to work.”

She sighs and pushes herself up and sits with her knees against her chest. I crouch down in front of her. She reaches forward and cups my face, and I lean into the touch.

“I’m comfortable with you, Elias. I’ve never felt as confident as I do when you look at me, and I usually am, but…” Bridget pauses. “I’m not used to having my body worshipped, and I struggle to see myself how you see me but I want to.”

Leaning forward, I press a kiss to both of her kneecaps and stand. “Then let me show you how beautiful I think you are.”

bridget

Elias stands at the edge of the bed, looking at me with a feral look in his eyes. He places his hands on his hips and pushes at the waistband of his sweats, letting them drop to his ankles.

The black boxers he wears leave little to the imagination, and I feel my face growing warm at the sight of him. My mind can’t comprehend how a man like this could want a woman like me. Elias places a hand on each of my kneecaps, gently spreading my legs as he lowers himself. His gaze zeros in on the apex of my thighs and there’s only one word that fits the way he’s looking at me—ravenous. A guttural moan fills the room as he lowers himself in between my thighs.

“I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy.” His dark eyes meet my own. “And you’re going to tell me just how you like it.”

I nod, unable to form a sentence and the last of my brain cells die when his mouth covers me. He sucks on me gently, and I feel my soul begin to leave my body. I whimper when he pulls back and the cool air of the room hits my core, but that doesn’t last long because his tongue laps me up in one swift moment.

“Elias,” I whisper as my hands reach down and thread themselves into his hair.

He pulls back slightly and I can see how hard he’s trying to hold back. “How do you like it?” I buck my hips in response, but he pins me down immediately. “Words, Bids, I need words.”

“Your tongue,” I breathe out. “I need it on my clit.”

He obeys, doing exactly what I say. “How?”

“Gently.”

He flattens his tongue over me and gently licks upward and the softness of his touch has my eyes rolling back into my head. “More?”

“More.”

Elias repeats the action, and I moan blissfully, my hips starting to rotate on their own accord. He grabs both of my thighs and pushes his face further into me as he suckles on my clit, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth.