Page 43 of Flames of Fortune

“I think I have the gist of it this time, Michael.” I kissed his chin.

“Bridget, listen to me.” He kissed up my neck, his lips leaving a trail of temptation in their wake. “I am going to come inside of you. And when we are done, you are going to put your panties back on and then you are going to wear me all night. You wanted this poker game—and you’ll have it. But you’re going to do it wet from me the whole time. We will both know it, and no one else in the room will. You’ll do this because you’re mine and that is what I want.”

I caught my breath. No one had ever talked to me like that before, which was good since I only wanted to hear Michael’s voice say words like that. He took my problems when I needed and he wanted me bathed in his cum while we played poker with his friends and colleagues, making him the most interesting man I’d ever met.

“Okay.”

He pressed his body even closer to mine, and I could feel his hardness against me. I stroked the end of his cock through his pants, a teasing touch, and he sighed. The sound moved through me, an intimacy unto itself.I love him like this. Who gave a shit who came before me and if she showed up to say mean things?He is mine right now.I make him sigh like that. He wanted to know that I was wet from him all night? I wanted him to know I made him come harder than he knew he could.

I grabbed his cock with a firmer grip, holding his tip and feeling it pulse even through his pants. He was really turned on right then, and the heat and hardness of him throbbed in my grasp.

He admitted gruffly, “I spent the whole day wondering if you were okay. Knowing you were, but not able to stop worrying about it. Then I just wanted to come get you. I stayed where I was because it was what you wanted—for me to sit here and obsess over you. I accepted the penance that you dished out; I fucking did it. That is how much power you hold over me, Bridget.”

I kissed his neck. “I am yours, Michael. And I only want what you want to give to me. I give you everything. Anytime you ask it of me, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

He kissed me all over my face. “That’s because you belong to me. I keep what belongs to me safe. And you’ll know that, you’ll see. I promise you that you will.”

As we stood there, I trembled with anticipation.What would he do to me next?My trust in him seemed complete, because I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me.

“My beautiful Bridget. The most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.” He kissed me again and I bathed in the sensation. His words might not be true, but if he really saw me that way, I wouldn’t tell him he was wrong. If Michael had permanent rose-colored glasses on when it came to me, I’d bathe in the glory of it and never tell him otherwise.

The next second, we were on the couch. He was on top, pulling my shirt off. His eyes were focused, a driven expression on his face. Michael had a plan, and I intended to let him achieve it.I’d be crazy not to.

Next came my bra. The scrap of fabric I’d been desperate for that morning got pitched carelessly on the floor somewhere in the living room. He bent down so he could suck on one of my nipples, and I drew his body to me so he could do it more easily. He must have liked that because he moaned when my arms tightened around him.

I loved that he wanted me so much.

I caught my breath, pleasure surging through me. My body was awake and wanted exactly what I hoped Michael wanted to give me.Last night did something to me.I knew pleasure and I craved it, but only if he was the one giving it to me. He was the only one I could trust to make me feel like this. I didn’t even care if that thought made me delusional; he was it for me.

He kissed down my chest to my belly button then lifted his gaze to meet my own. “Have I told you how much I love your curves?” He smoothed a hand over my stomach. “How I love the way you are made? It’s perfection.”

I stroked his face. “I could touch you, too. If you wanted to, I could offer you pleasure.”

He smiled, a slow grin. “Do you think you’re not? Not yet, Bridget. I’d love that. Soon. But for now, I need to come inside of you. I need to feel the walls of your pussy throbbing against me as I finally come. Inside of you. Remember? You’re going to wear it all night. I don’t want to lose myself in your mouth right now. Later, that would be heavenly.”

I smiled, and not just because of his tempting touches. If he wasn’t going to let me return the favor this time, I could owe him one...or even two. I watched instead his every movement, and when he removed my pants and then his own, his touch spoke of sex. The kind that people dreamed about, and the kind I never imagined having before for myself.

Once we were naked, I noticed he didn’t bother with the gentleness he used the day before, and that was fine with me. Instead, his hands streaked across my skin and spoke of possession. He pressed a finger inside of me, finding my clit with his thumb. I gasped. The sudden sensation was almost too much. Maybe I was still a little raw from the night before?

“Michael, easy.” I felt ridiculous having to say it, but it still felt so new, and my body seemed unaccustomed to the unfamiliar touch.

He nodded. “I’ll be gentle with you, beautiful. Clearly, I may have been too rough last night.”

It wasn’t him; it was me. I would have told him so but then he was stroking me. Small, gentle circles that made me catch my breath and bite down on my bottom lip. The slightest bit of pain danced with each swirl of his clever tongue, but it was overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt.

“Don’t hold back your noises from me, Bridget. There’s just you, me and the walls to hear it. I want every sound. Every noise. Those are your gifts to me. Give them to me.”

I loved when he told me to hand things over to him, so I forced myself to breathe and to let go of my bottom lip. It was hard to get out of my own head sometimes. Even as the pleasure built, I couldn’t let it go.Damn it.

He took my hand and squeezed it. “What do you hear right now, Bridget?”

What do I hear?He wanted to talk? I concentrated on the sounds in the room, and I noticed how strong his scent smelled around me, all masculine and warm. Our bodies, rubbing together made a whisper of sound, punctuated by the sounds of our breath. Birds sang in the distance, while rain tapped on the roof in a rhythmic way. That was when it hit me—pleasure so profound, I nearly bucked beneath him as I came. He cried, coming inside of me in long, hard strokes that were wrenched from him with my name on his lips.

I held onto him, digging my fingers into his back. Finally, I kissed his good shoulder. We weren’t taking good enough care of him, considering his injury. I grabbed him and he didn’t even wince. I kissed him again.

“Wow.”

He lifted his head to smile at me, his eyes slightly glazed. “Wow, indeed.”

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