I hear his soft footsteps come up the stairs. I arch my back, looking at the door, wanting to watch every emotion cross his face.
Bridger’s body appears. I take him in from top to bottom. His jaw is tight, his eyes showing the desire he no doubt has for me. When he licks his lips, it’s enough to cause my nipples to tighten more than they were before. The breath he exhales only proves to me the effect I have on him. His posture is ramrod straight. Those arms I love wrapping around my body are showing off the veins that run down them as his fists clench. My gaze goes further down, and I can see the bulge he’s packing behind his jeans. I’ve had my mouth on every part of his body, much like he’s had his on mine. The whimper that leaves my mouth has him stalking toward me.
“Fuck, sunshine. You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” My eyes watch as his fingertips skate a path from my knee to the inside of my thigh. Goose bumps pebble in his wake. My own breath leaves me. I’m on fire for Bridger with the teasing way he slides around to the edge of my panties, slowly underneath them, but not quite touching where my body yearns for him the most. My eyes may be glued to his fingers, but when I sneak a peek at his face, Bridger’s eyes are glued to my breasts. I swear he’s a boob man, even though he says he’s an everything man when it comes to my body.
“Bridger,” I moan when his thumb finally slides over my clit.
“Is this what you were getting ready for? My hand or my mouth? Or did you really want my cock to finally make you mine?” His voice is deep and husky. I’m not sure who is more affected, me or him.
“I want you, all of you, but most of all, I want you to make love to me, Bridger. I want it to be you, always and only you.”
Bridger’s hand disappears from my center, making me mourn the loss, but I feel his fingertips brush the sides of my stomach. When I realize that he’s pulling my shirt up, I help him by lifting my arms. I should have known what he was after the entire time, the way his hands engulf my breasts, weighing them in the palms of his hands, watching as they move with every ministration of his thumbs playing with my nipples. He once said he could make me orgasm from playing with my nipples alone. Bridger is right. I could come just like this. Not even the clenching of my thighs would be needed.
“My girl is feeling needy today, huh?” he questions before his mouth finds my nipple, sucking the whole of it into his mouth. He’s not messing around. Finally. I rock into him. His hands move to push my shoulders back on the bed, causing me to lie flat on my back. I lift my hands, reaching for his shirt, wanting him naked right along with me.
“Off,” I groan when I have it halfway off his body. He lifts up from my body, wrenching his shirt off with one hand, while I attack his belt. If Bridger is going to be away from my body, I may as well help strip him while I can.
When the button and zipper are undone, he steps out of them. I had no idea Bridger was going commando underneath his soft, worn jeans. “Jesus,” I breathe out.
“You like that, Kellie? You like knowing I’m hard as nails, aching for you, like you are for me?” he questions.
The only answer I have is to show him how much I ache for him. I close my legs while I take my panties off for him, not getting too far before he’s taking over. Then I spread my legs, showing him what he and I both want.
“You mean like this?” I hold myself open for him. Bridger licks his lips, and I know exactly what he’s about to do.
“Hold yourself like that. I’m going to taste you, sunshine.” My thumbs hold the lips of my pussy open for him. I watch as he kneels down on the carpet, then Bridger’s tongue comes out, licking me lightly, building up the pressure that’s already pent up.
“You’re killing me,” I moan as my hips rock into his mouth, my body chasing the orgasm it’s after.
“No, Kel. I’d never do that.” He looks up at me. My wetness is glistening on his lips.
“Good, because I really need you, Bridger, so damn much.” I watch as he crawls up the bed, bringing my legs up, one leg on each shoulder, keeping me spread open, and he’s watching the entire time as his length lies at the entrance to my center. This time, there will be no barrier between us when he comes inside me.
“Are you watching this? I want you to see me when I take you, watch your wetness coat my cock, feel us together as we move as one, and listen to our breaths when I take you.” His hands hold on to my thighs. Our eyes are locked on where we’re joined, and I know in this moment, I love Bridger Jennings with my whole heart, for my whole life.
Sixteen
Bridger
“Damn.” Words are hard to get out in this moment as I feel Kellie’s pussy clamp around my cock. Sure, I’ve been inside her before. Nothing like I’m about to be though, and there’s no other place I’d rather be.
She thought I didn’t hear her say I love you, giving me her whole heart. Kellie, though, she murmurs words, sentences, little quotes here and there. Almost talking to herself, but not quite. It’s probably from all these months she’s been alone except for the times I’ve had her come over or when Taylor and Raelynn would drag her out for lunch and shopping.
My hands are holding her thighs tightly to my body, not wanting her to use any leverage she can. I know my girl—she’ll take me when neither of us are really ready.
“You need to move,” Kellie pleads with me. I want to take this slow, let her get used to me. Not hurt the woman I love more than anything on this earth.
“Slow, sunshine. We’re going to savor every moment of this.” I groan when my cock sinks further inside her pussy.
Kellies hands are fisting the sheets. “Bridger, please do it now. Make me yours and you mine,” she begs. When she puts it like that, I can’t hold back. My cock is at her barrier. I hold her tighter than ever before, knowing full well her body will be decorated with my handprints tomorrow.
My hips move back, and in one thrust, I’m all the way inside her. I swear to Christ, the way her cunt is molding to my cock, I’m the lucky one in the equation. What she’d want with a man like me, I’ll never know, but if this is the kind of heaven I’m getting, there’s no way I’ll do anything to fuck it up.
“I feel you, Kellie. You’re squeezing me so tight. I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll feel me there for days,” I admit.
“Oh God, Bridger. Come inside me, please.” Her hands leave the sheets and grab my own hands where they’re on her thighs, thighs I love as much as the rest of her, even if I am a tit man. And damn, do I love the way they bounce every time I slide in and out of her.
“Yeah, sunshine. I’m going to,” I grunt out as I feel her bear down on my length, knowing damn well she won’t get hers, but I’ll be taking care of that as soon as I can.
My balls draw up tight, and I know I’m about to fuck my cum so deep inside her, if she doesn’t get pregnant, it will be a damn miracle, even with her on birth control.
“I’m coming inside you, Kellie. Feel me, sunshine.” I groan as I come after only a few more thrusts of my hips.
“You feel so good, Bridger,” she coos. I look down into her eyes. Letting her see the love and devotion on my face even though neither of us has used those three words, not counting how she mumbled them in her sleep. That shit does not count since Kellie was comatose. Hell no. My body stills, unable to take the movement anymore. I’m that fucking sensitive.