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I pushed her down on the bed and pinned her wrists above her head, deftly tying them together with the strings from her bikini top.
“What are you doing?” A mixture of trepidation and anticipation filled Bridget’s face.
“Making sure I can take my sweet time with you, princess. Now lie back and let me check off the last bucket list item for you.”
I captured her mouth in another kiss before moving my way down her neck. Collarbones. Shoulders. When I reached her breasts, I licked and sucked on her nipples until she was panting and trying to wriggle out of her makeshift bindings, but the knot was too tight.
One of the most useful skills I learned in the Navy? How to tie a good knot.
I tugged gently on her nipple with my teeth while I pushed one finger inside her, then two, stretching her out.
A groan tore out of my throat. “You’re drenched.”
“Please.” Bridget’s skin was hot to the touch. “I need…I need…”
“What do you need?” I kissed my way down her stomach until I reached her pussy. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her before I dragged them out, then thrust them in again. Enough to bring her to the edge, but not enough to tip her over.
“I need to come,” she moaned. “Rhys, please.”
I stilled. “What did you call me?” I lifted my head, and she stared back at me with lust and something else shining in those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Rhys,” she repeated in a whisper.
The sound of my name on her lips may be the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
I exhaled a sharp breath before I resumed my ministrations. “You’ll come, princess. But not until I say you can.”
I lowered my head again and gently scraped my teeth over her clit before I sucked on it. Between that and the finger fucking, she was dripping all down her thighs, and I lapped every drop up like a man starved.
So fucking delicious.I’d never been addicted to anything, but I was addicted to the taste and feel of her pussy.
Bridget ground against my face, her movements frantic and desperate, and her pleading whines grew louder the longer I ate her out.
I finally took pity on her, pressing my thumb against her clit and curling my fingers until they hit the spot that would make her shatter.
“Come,” I ordered.
The word barely left my mouth before Bridget arched off the bed with a sharp cry. She came so long and hard it took a good five minutes for her trembles to subside, and the sight of her orgasming was almost enough to make me forget the rule I’d imposed.
No fucking.
I untied her and stroked the faint red marks where the strings had dug into her skin.
Bridget lay in a boneless heap on the bed, but when I moved to get off the bed, she stopped me.
“You’re forgetting something.” She stared at the obvious bulge in my shorts.
“Trust me, I’m not forgetting anything.” It was hard to forget when it was so hard it could hammer nails.
“Then let me take care of that for you.”
I sucked in a breath when her fingers brushed against me. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“The plan changed.” Bridget pulled down my shorts, her eyes widening as she took in my size.
“Bridget…” My protest morphed into a groan when she wrapped her hands around me.
“You said my name.” She flicked her tongue over the head of my cock and lapped up the beads of pre-cum before she took me fully in her mouth.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.
Everything had ceased to exist except for her warmth around my cock, and I was pretty sure heaven itself couldn’t feel better than this.
My blood coursed through my veins like liquid fire, and my heart pumped with a mixture of lust and something else I’d rather not name as I tangled my hands in Bridget’s hair.
So fucking beautiful.
She tried to fit all of me down her throat, but I was too big or the angle too awkward. She let out a small, muffled sound of frustration, and I rasped out a laugh before I withdrew and repositioned her until she lay on her back again.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” I slid the tip of my cock across her lips before I nudged it into her mouth. I paused every few inches to let her acclimate to my size until I was finally, blissfully buried all the way down her throat.
Fuck. It wasn’t often I had to rely on my old trick of naming baseball rosters in my head, but right now, thoughts of the Washington Nationals were the only thing keeping me from cutting our night short.
Bridget choked and sputtered, her eyes welling with tears, and I pulled out until just the tip remained.
“Too much?”
