“Fuck,” he grunts, “you’re gorgeous.”
His hands move decisively and with purpose as he undresses me. It feels like a systematic attack; one designed to tease me and make me want him more. But I can see how on edge he is in the way he looks at me. Bridger is barely holding himself together, and I feel powerful in a way I’ve never felt before.
The moment I’m naked on the bed, he stares between my thighs and swallows hard. “Damn it, Avery,” the cursed words are a low growl, “you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Bare and glistening to show me how much you need me.”
Goosebumps break out across my skin and my pussy gets slicker with my arousal. It’s impossible to stop at this point. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Bridger gets off the bed slowly, his eyes never leave me and how I’m laid out for his enjoyment. Before he undresses, he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet and pulls out a condom and tosses it on the bed. Questions are on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them down.
Now is not the time and I don’t really need to know. Not when he’s protecting us both and I should be grateful he even thought about it.
Wanting to feel him raw inside of me is a primal instinct, one which would only get me into trouble. For many reasons.
It’s better that he thought about a condom.
My eyes roam over him as he undresses until he’s standing naked in front of me, his cock looking uncomfortably hard. The tip is purple and weeping pre-cum. I’m up and on my knees before I even realize what I’m doing. My mouth waters and I let out a satisfied sigh when I slide my tongue over the crown to collect what he’s clearly offering me.
The grunt that comes from deep in his chest only makes me want to taste him more. My lips wrap around his cock as I slide him into my mouth. The way Bridger’s head falls back on his shoulders, as if it’s more pleasure than he can handle, makes me feel triumphant and the feeling buzzes along my skin.
My movements are slow as I bob up and down his length, not wanting to miss a single millimeter of his hard flesh. His eyebrows furrow together as he looks down at me, his brown eyes blazing with something that looks a lot like desperation.
His fingers tangle in the strands of my hair and he starts to move his hips in time with my mouth. As I take him to the back of my throat, he pushes forward just a little bit, making me take more of him. The entire time his eyes stay locked with mine, the only sound in the room are the wet sounds of my mouth and his ragged breathing.
I can feel the way his pleasure is climbing and pulling mine along even though he’s not touching me. My thighs are wet with my arousal, and I rub them together to try and give myself the friction my body is craving. It doesn’t help.
Bridger’s fingers tighten in my hair, and he lets out a growl as he pulls his hips away from my mouth, the sound telling me how much it physically pains him to do so. He grips me around my waist when I sit back on my heels. The way he moves me effortlessly makes me feel delicate and cherished, something I’ve never felt before.
It’s intoxicating.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
It’s temporary.
Bridger’s much larger frame covers mine after he crawls up my body, his lips branding my skin with kisses as he moves until he’s hovering over me. My body jolts and my flesh hums while begging for more. I whimper as his lips find mine and he plunges his tongue into my mouth.
I feel him fumble around with something, his forearm next to my head as he balances himself above me. The next thing I feel is the head of his cock at my entrance. My legs come up and wrap around his hips and my heels press into his ass in the hope of encouraging him to fill me.
Everything inside of me craves him. The way I’ll stretch around him. The sounds he’ll make when he bottoms out inside of me. The look in his eyes as we come together.
“Avery,” he rasps, and it takes me a few moments to be able to focus on him instead of being lost to the lust swirling between us, “are you sure?”
“Please,” I mewl, “Bridger, I need you to fuck me.”
Our gazes stay locked as he thrusts inside of me. One moment I’m empty, so fucking empty. The next, the feeling of being full is overwhelming and makes me cry out.
“Fuck,” he grunts, “so fucking tight.”
His forehead comes down and rests against mine as he stills, buried balls deep inside of me. I’m not sure if he needs a moment or if he’s just giving me one, but either way I’m grateful for it.
But then the pressure, the need, becomes too much. I shift my hips and squeeze my pussy walls around his length.
“Move, Bridger,” I plead.
As he pulls his cock out of me, far too fucking slowly, he lets out a groan bordering on painfilled. “You feel too fucking good, Avery,” he growls as he sinks back into me.
I gasp at the way I stretch around him, my back arching and my hips straining to meet his. His hand wraps around my neck and he uses his grip and his thumb under my jaw to tilt my head back and hold me in place as our eyes lock. We share a breath and then he starts to really move.
The heat between us rises with every stroke of his cock inside of me. My thighs tighten around his hips as he starts to plunge inside of me faster while he pulls out slowly. The push and pull ofit, the way his movements keep me on edge, has my eyes rolling back in my head.
