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“You taste like heaven,” he said to me in a low voice. “Like I knew you would.”
Finally, his kisses began to trail lower, his lips again touching my soft stomach. He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with need. “For years now, I’ve loved your body. I watched the way you moved, Bridget, and I dreamed of being able to touch your sweet curves. You are so much more beautiful than even I imagined you could be.”
I had to say something, even if it was ridiculous. “I’ve only ever been able to make myself come thinking of you. Those are the only times I’ve ever had an orgasm in my life,” I confessed. “Only when I think of you.”
He stopped moving and stared at me with his steady, solemn eyes. “Really?”
“For real.” It might have been a stupid answer. I grimaced, shaking my head seconds after I said the words.Damn, I’m really at peak cringy right now.
His voice sounded so gruff, though, and his eyes weren’t laughing at me. “Once again, you said the best thing to me ever. I’m going to think about that constantly for the rest of my life.”
I swallowed. “Even then, I think there might be something wrong with me. I just ended up feeling hollow afterward.”
“Nothing wrong with you, beautiful. You just wanted the real thing. You’ve got it now.” He went back to kissing me, dragging the drugging kisses all the way down to the entrance of my core. With gentle hands, he spread my legs open, and I tried not to overthink it. My body shook with need and maybe nerves, too. Instead of feeling shame, I accepted my anxiety, though. At least with Michael, the sensation leaned closer to anticipation than fear. Hell, even if I didn’t get off, it already proved the best sex I ever experienced.
My whole body felt awake and alert while my inside throbbed with anticipation. Michael breathed me in before he nuzzled against me, and pleasure arced up my spine. My hips bucked against him before I really thought about it, and I panted out a few breaths in surprise.Wow. My heart beat hard. No one ever kissed me there before, but Michael didn’t rush and seemed to be enjoying his efforts. When my breath sped and my hips bucked rhythmically against him, he growled out, “You’re so wet for me. So ready. And I’m not quite there yet. But soon.”
I swallowed, bowing into the pleasure as I tried to spiral ever higher and higher. “Really?”
“Really.”
I gripped his arm, logic reminding me to tell him. “I’ve got an IUD. I’m clean. I had a physical six months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“I’m also clean. It’s been a long while for me as well. Now that we discussed the technical aspects, so to speak, let’s focus on giving you pleasure. That’s all I want right now, Bridget. I want to hear you come for me.”
I closed my eyes as he licked me right across my pussy. The sound I made wasn’t one I’d ever heard myself make before, an animalistic, primal noise. He didn’t seem to mind, since I opened my lids just in time to see him grind his hips into the bed.Fuck.Another pulse of need throbbed through me, bucking my hips harder against him. He was as turned on as me, and the knowledge made me feel drunk on power. I reached for his cock and took it in my hand, surprised at its soft heat.
He licked my clit then. Once, twice, finding a rhythm until I ground against his tongue. Oh damn. It was close. My eyes closed and I focused inward, but I knew what would come. It wasn’t what I wanted or what I’d dreamed about. “Michael,” I could hardly speak to utter the words. “Inside of me, please. It’s what I’ve craved, needed. Please.”
The man I fantasized about lifted his head to regard me. “If that’s what you want, but rest assured, you will come on my face for me, Bridget. Very soon, if not later tonight.”
I didn’t bother to tell him again how my body didn’t work that way. With smooth moves, considering he was mostly doing it one handed, he fitted himself inside of me. We both groaned as he sank deep, and just the expression on his face made liquid heat throb between my legs. There was nothing sexier to me than making Michael hot.
I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him as close as I possibly could. He moved, slowly at first, but he soon picked up speed. His every thrust seemed to bump his hips against my clit, causing faster and faster little waves of pleasure to crest over me. He’d be balls deep and then seconds later he would almost pull out the whole way. Again and again.
I dug my fingers into his back and hung on for dear life, bucking my hips against his as he spiraled us both ever higher and higher. He cried out, but he wasn’t done, just as lost in the moment as me. I didn’t even know what I was saying or doing anymore. I just knew that I was coming, my muscles clenching and relaxing again and again as pleasure the likes of which I had never experienced before surged through me in a release I needed more than anything in the world. I shook, trembling as Michael gave in to his need, pressing inside for one last thrust before he emptied himself with a long, jagged groan. We both panted, but the air smelled like him and sex. I smiled, despite my inability to breathe or think or function.
I only thought I’d made myself come in the past, but it wasn’t like what we shared. I couldn’t catch my breath and finally forced myself to breathe, my nose pressed against his good shoulder. He wrapped me up against him, rolling us both over until I lay on his good side. He held me close.
Words left his mouth. They seemed almost senseless, more like he was soothing me than anything else.This was what was missing the whole time.His arms, I needed them right then.
“Thank you,” I whispered, sighing in pleasure and satisfaction.
He laughed, a gentle sound. “I should be thanking you. Wow. Just wow.”
I lifted my head to look at him. “It was…good for you, too?”
“Good? That doesn’t quite cover it.” Michael drew my head back down on him, tucking me close so he could stroke his hand up and down my spine. “Yes, beautiful. It was good to say the least. Incredible. I may never recover. I may become addicted to needing you. Be warned. Now that I truly know how sweet it is to be between your thighs, I’m going to want to be there all the time.”
I smiled against his skin. “This part? I like this, too.”
“Me, as well.” His voice was low, his heartbeat slowing. So was mine. We were wrapped up in each other when I decided to drag the blanket we’d discarded back onto the bed. His eyes were partially closed but adoring me when I covered us in it. “Thank you.”
I let him adjust it around us. The house was quiet. A hum of his computer in his office down the hall barely reached my ears. Instead, I could hear the wind outside and his heart against my ear.
“Hey,” I was barely conscious speaking to him. “If I snore, just kick me.”
“I think you can count on me never kicking you, Bridget. I like how you breathe. It’s low, rhythmic. It tells me that you’re here, in my bed. That you’re safe. I like knowing you’re there, next to me. It’s a beautiful thing. It actually has been helping me sleep, so no, I’ll never kick you.”
