Page 79 of Trial and Error

Isobel and Oscar join us no more than ten minutes later, the two of them sitting side by side on the couch. Mom leans back in the recliner and looks lovingly up at Patrick as he places a blanket over her lap. I watch as he leans down and presses a tender kiss to her forehead before moving to sit on the stool next to the chair.

My gaze flicks back down to Bridget who is peering up at me with tired eyes. “Are you getting sleepy?” She nods. “Do you want to go to bed?”

She shakes her head. “It’s early.”

I look over at the clock on the mantel and see that it’s only nine o’clock. “It doesn’t matter. We don’t have to go to sleep, we can just get in bed and get cozy.”

Bridget smirks. “Are you trying to get me naked, Mr. Cohen?” she whispers and giggles as I pepper her cheeks with kisses. “Okay, I’m convinced. Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

I laugh and pull back slightly. “Did you just quote Top Gun?” She nods. “My dream woman.”

The two of us sit up and look around the room and find all eyes on us. Bridget stands from the couch and walks over to mom and wraps her in a hug.

“Thank you for inviting me into your home.” She kisses her cheek. “But I’m exhausted and need some sleep.”

I stand from where I’m sat and make my way over to kiss the top of my mom’s head. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

I take Bridget’s hand in mine as we say good night to the others. Just as we’re about to leave the living room, Mom calls out. “The walls are pretty thin, but Pat and I wear earbuds.” She pauses, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So if the two of you want to get a head start on making me a grandbaby, we won’t hear anything.”

Oscar bursts out laughing and Isobel quickly joins in. Patrick rolls his eyes, but I notice the chuckle that passes through his lips. I turn to look at Bridget, expecting her to be shy, but she’s grinning wildly and the sight is breathtaking.

“You heard her, baby,” she says, reaching behind me to give my ass a squeeze. “Let’s give the fans what they want.”

Mom laughs, shaking her head softly. She looks up at me and points her finger in my direction. “I like this one.” She smiles. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”

Bridget takes my hand in hers and walks backward, pulling me out of the living room. The two of us giggle as we climb up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom.

As soon as we’re inside, Bridget’s fist is curling around the hem of my sweatshirt and pulling me into her. We don’t bother with the lights, and her lips meet mine without hesitation, like she’s memorized every inch of my face and could find my lips even if she lost her sight and the only thing she could rely on was muscle memory. She kisses me like she’s been deprived of me, her lips meeting my own in a frenzy and the breathy moan she lets out, as my tongue languidly strokes against her own, short circuits my brain.

I pull back and admire the way the moonlight shines through the window, curving around her silhouette. Her eyes are bright and her lips are glistening from our kiss. She reaches forward and lifts my sweater and shirt, pulling them off in one swoop. The sound she makes as she runs her fingers down my abdomen is nothing short of feral, and I savour the way her fingernails dig into the flesh around my hips.

Before I can say a word, she drops to her knees in front of me, her hands finding the buttons on my jeans. She looks up at me, the moon illuminating her bright eyes, and I see the way her top teeth bite into her bottom lip as she stills her hands.

“Is this okay?” she whispers.

I nod in response, not able to form a coherent sentence.

I watch as she swiftly unzips my jeans and tugs them down my legs along with my boxers. Her eyes become hooded as she takes in my erection which juts out in front of her.

Her face is full of emotions as she looks between me and my cock. I reach down to grab her chin, forcing her gaze to meet mine and hold it. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I’m thinking about all the things I want to do to you,” she says breathlessly.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

She runs her hands up my thighs and licks her bottom lip. “I want your cock in my mouth, and then I want to fuck you into oblivion.”

I swallow at her confession and slowly nod. “Well then, you better get started, baby.”

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Bridget looks up at me from her position on her knees, and the sight alone has me close to coming. Eyes glazed over and hooded, plump lips parted and glistening, her shallow breath fanning over me has me wanting to grab the sides of her face and shove my cock into that sweet little mouth. Her hands run up the front of my thighs, the muscles tensing under her touch, and her gaze falls to the dusting of pubic hair that trails from below my belly button to where my cock stands, waiting for her to indulge me.

She seems tentative, like her domineering side took her by surprise. I’d hazard a guess that Bridget has never taken control during sex, and knowing she’s probably gone along with whatever to make her partner happy, makes me want stand back and let her have her fun.

Leaning forward, she places wet kisses against my lower belly, before trailing down until her lips hover over the tip of my cock. She doesn’t kiss there though. Instead, she flicks her tongue out and laps up the bead of precum that’s pooling there.

I hiss at the sensation, clenching and unclenching my fists by my side to stop myself from reaching for her. Her eyes meet mine, a silent question of Am I doing okay? and I nod in response. Her eyes flare with lust and she wastes no time in taking me completely. My head falls back on a groan as her wet lips slide down my shaft, until she meets resistance. She keeps her mouth there as she adjusts before she pulls her head back further and releases me with a pop.