The way my legs are spread for him, I can feel his length through the thin pajama shorts I’m wearing, and I want to feel our skin against each other.
“Look at you, Kel. You’re fucking gorgeous. Those tits of yours, they’re enough to make me weak in the knees. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, me on my knees in front of you, paying homage to these.” His hands come into play. He cups my breasts from beneath, his thumb grazing over my nipples.
“Bridger,” I whoosh out. He leans down, his tongue licking a path around one nipple while his thumb plays with the other, teasing me. I swear this man teases the hell out of me on a daily basis. His smoldering glances, his lingering touches on my hand, down to even the funny jokes he leaves written on my desk.
“Don’t tease me, please.” My legs tighten around his waist, and I arch into him, wanting to feel his length if he isn’t going to give me his mouth on my nipples.
“You like how I tease you. I know you do. Maybe I’ll tease the both of us tonight.”
“Not happening, not tonight. I’ll use my own fingers if you try it,” I smart off, my hand skating a path down my body as I bypass his mouth that’s still teasing me.
“Fuck that. The only fingers that will be going near your pussy will be mine.” Bridger’s hand finds mine, and he moves it so ours are entwined together, yet he’s holding me captive from where I yearn to be.
“Two can play that game.” Doing what needs to be done, I push myself closer to his length, the ridge playing right where my clit is, wishing like hell that I took off my own stupid shorts at this point.
“Sunshine, you can’t do that, or I’ll want more.” He grinds down on me, giving me what I need.
“Take my shorts off. I want to feel all of you.”
“Christ, you’re killing me.” He licks my nipple while my other hand runs through his thick dark hair, not wanting him to leave, but I feel him starting to lift up.
“What?” I lift up when he’s on his haunches between my legs.
“Taking these off.” He unwraps my legs from around him, pulling them up and over his shoulders while taking my shorts off.
“Finally, you do something I ask for.” I bat my eyelashes at him while a smile spreads across my face.
“You’re playing with fire, Kel. It’s a good thing I’m about to put out the flame.”
“Did you seriously just say that? Would you like some wine with that cheese?” This is what I’m talking about when it comes to the layers that encompass Bridger. I don’t think I’ll ever peel back every layer, and I’m really liking that.
“Sue me. It was a bad joke, but I am about to make you mine.” He kisses the inside of both my ankles as he spreads my legs for his pleasure. He’s staring at my center, where I’m completely bare for him, well, for the first person ever in my life.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kellie.” Bridger’s hand glides up the length of my legs until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
“Bridger.” My voice is needier than ever as his thumb rubs my clit in slow circles, causing me to lift up my hips, silently begging for more.
“I’m going to make you feel good, don’t you worry about that,” he states.
“I need you inside me.” His cock is so close to my entrance that if I can move my hips in just the right way, he’ll slide inside me.
“We’re not having sex yet, Kellie.” I know I’m going to have to persuade him into something though, because there is no way I want another day to pass by when I don’t feel like this man doesn’t own me.
“Not all the way, just the tip?” I question. It comes out in a joking way though. I swear I’ve heard that around the office in a more than normal capacity.
“You can’t joke about this, baby. It’s too serious.”
“I’m not. I just want to feel you. I promise I won’t move, not even an inch. Please give me this.” My hands find his again. He squeezes them firmly in his before I see the answer written on his face.
“I’ll give you this, but I’m telling you now if you move, it’s over, and I’m coming inside your pussy, Kellie. If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”
“Yes, please?”
“You’re so damn perfect for me. Look at you all splayed out for me, begging for my cock.” We both watch as he places the head of his cock at my entrance. I do as promised. I don’t move an inch—well, besides squeezing Bridger’s hands.
“We look so good together,” I whimper out, watching him lazily slide in until he stops moving.