Chapter 12
Thomas
I pulled her close to my body when I laid her down onto my bed. Her lips bit at every inch of skin I had available to her. I could see her perfect tits poking through the fabric of her bra, and all I wanted to do was rip every shred of fabric off her body and lay the tatters on my bedroom floor.
I leaned up and ripped my shirt over my head. Her hands made quick work of my jeans, and by the time we were finished and her body was bared to me, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around her nipple. She bit back a groan as my tongue circled her perfect nub, puckering harder under my ministrations before I pulled it between my teeth. Her legs parted easily for me, allowing me to slip against her heat and feel her wetness along my dick.
I crashed my lips back up to hers, and her fingernails raked down my back. I knew I wanted to feel that while she came all over my dick. I wanted her to dig so deep into my back that it left bruises for the next morning, just so I could remember the sweet, succulent woman I’d had in bed with me the night before.
I slipped easily into her dripping pussy and swallowed her groans with my mouth. Holy fuck, she was tight as hell, and I had to slow down when I was pushing my thick dick into her. She shook and trembled with every inch I gave to her, and her pussy felt so good. It gobbled down my entire length and stretched to accommodate me, just like I’d always imagined her body would.
“Holy shit, Bridget,” I said.
“Fuck me with that cock of yours,” she said.
Her words lit a fire in my gut. I drew my hips back and snapped them into her. Her back arched in pleasure, and her tits pressed into my face. I barreled into her perfectly sculpted body while her hands clamped down on the muscles in my back.
Her long, smooth legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her. Her pussy walls fluttered around me, and I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up from the bed. My dick stayed sheathed inside of her, her juices dripping down my balls, and I pinned her to the wall next to my window. I held her gaze for just a second, taking in the sheer delight in her eyes. I brushed the hair away from her face, and then I captured her lips with mine before I drove my cock straight into her pussy.
Her heels dug into the small of my back, and I groaned with every rake of her fingertips along my skin. She trembled and panted while beads of sweat rolled down my body. Her face was buried into the crook of my neck, and her hands were grasping at anything I had to give. My hands tucked up underneath her legs and grabbed onto her ass, giving me handfuls of that beautiful backside of hers.
I felt her pussy clamp down onto my cock, and I hooked my arms up underneath the crooks of her legs and pinned her to the wall. Her eyes widened as my hips continued to snap into hers, picking up their pace while she was completely pinned to the wall. She couldn’t move, and she couldn’t thrust. All she could do was bang her head against the wall and choke back her sounds of pleasure while I shook her body with the tremors of my own.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “I’m so close. Please, let me move.”
I thrusted a few more times before I finally let her legs go. She came hard around my dick, and I held her body close to mine and slid right out of her. She shook around me while her hands gripped into the muscles of my back. I stumbled backward onto the bed while my hot streams of come shot up against the wall.
It had taken her no time at all to come. I held her there on my bed, and I began to run my fingers through her hair. She relaxed into me, almost as if she was made to be there in the first place.
“Oh, my god,” she said through her heavy breathing.
“I know,” I said.
After she slowly recuperated, she got up to go clean herself up. I wiped down the wall before I put on my pants, and she emerged from the bathroom looking flushed with a healthy glow. Even as I walked her out to her car, I wished she would stay with me, just so I could hold her through the night and convince myself it had actually happened.
I had slept with Bridget Meyers.
And it wasn’t a random hook up, either. There had been passion and lust building since the moment I’d laid eyes on her. Even as I put her in her car and kissed the top of her head, I couldn’t get her off my mind. The way her pussy swallowed all of my dick and the way her fingernails scratched against my skin, it made me shiver just thinking about it.
I laid down that night with nothing but her on my mind. The room smelled of sex, and the bed had her perfume where I’d laid her down earlier. The wall was still stained with my come, and I figured I would probably have to paint over it, but none of that mattered to me.
What mattered was that I had just slept with the most incredible woman alive. And I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant I could hold her afterward.