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himself onto me, his jean covered groin rubbing tenderly against my flesh. My hand darts down to the waistband. I crave the touch of his hard flesh. I ache to feel him inside of me.
In an instant he circles my waist with his hand and flips us over so I'm on top of him. I straddle his broad thighs, pushing myself up so my body is on display.
His eyes scan my face before they drop to my breasts. They're not large and at one time I may have wished they were more generous but now, seeing the desire in his eyes, I know that they're enough. I know instinctively that I'm enough for him.
"You don't know what you do to me." His hand leaps to his bare chest. "I feel like I can't breathe when you look at me."
I push my chin down. I don't want my eyes to betray me. I know that he can see things when he looks at me. I know it's not just about the desperate pull that my body feels for his. It's not just about the fact that I can't hide a smile when I catch him looking at me. It's about the way my heart feels when I hear him say my name. It's about the fact that he told me, not more than an hour ago, that he'd give up the house that he saved his entire life for, if it means we can move forward in peace together.
"I tell myself to slow down." He slides his hands over my thighs. "I keep telling myself that I'm going to scare you away, but I can't help it."
"We'll take it slowly," I say softly as I lean forward to brush my lips over his cheek. "We'll take it one day at a time."
His hands circle my waist, as he pulls my body into his chest. "I've wasted most of my life not knowing you. I can't waste another minute."
I give in to his kiss and his hands as he grabs hold of the thin lace of my panties and rips them from me.
***
I feel the weight of his body when he returns to the bed. After we'd kissed and he'd licked me until I begged him to stop, he'd held me in his strong arms. He'd talked softly about wanting to watch me sketch portraits, and a dream he'd had last week about us hiking a mountain trail together.
He'd gone to the kitchen to get us each a glass of juice and when he returned, he'd finally pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down. I had turned over then to catch my breath but I heard the faint sound of my nightstand drawer opening and the unmistakable tear of the foil of the condom package.
His breathing had shifted and I knew without looking that he was sheathing his hard cock so he could finally take me the way I'd wanted him to all night. I'd pleaded with him to fuck me when I came the first time under his tongue, but he had ignored me and instead, slid one of his long fingers into my channel until he found the tender spot that pushed me back over the edge in an instant.
"Bridget." His lips are on my neck. "Turn over for me."
I do and just as I'm about to pull in a heavy breath, his hands are on my thighs, pushing them apart as he settles between them. He pushes my hands to the side as his mouth dives down to claim my right nipple. I moan loudly from the sensation of his teeth grazing over the swollen bud. He sucks on it harder, pulling a thread of desire from deep within my body. I try to move my legs to quiet the desperate need that I feel in my core.
"My body aches for you." His words are muffled by own flesh. "I'm so hard."
I try to twist my arm so that I can reach down to circle my hand around his thick root but he shakes his head.
I whimper, not as much out of frustration for the denial but more for the yearning that I feel inside. I want him to make love to me. I want him to slide his cock into me while he kisses me. I want him to take me slowly tonight, but at this point, it's not about my need, it's about his desire to own my body and when he pulls back from my breast to look into my face, I know that he won't temper what he's feeling. He's going to drive himself into me until I scream his name as I claw his back.
Not a word is spoken between us as he rallies back on his heels and thrusts his cock
In an instant he circles my waist with his hand and flips us over so I'm on top of him. I straddle his broad thighs, pushing myself up so my body is on display.
His eyes scan my face before they drop to my breasts. They're not large and at one time I may have wished they were more generous but now, seeing the desire in his eyes, I know that they're enough. I know instinctively that I'm enough for him.
"You don't know what you do to me." His hand leaps to his bare chest. "I feel like I can't breathe when you look at me."
I push my chin down. I don't want my eyes to betray me. I know that he can see things when he looks at me. I know it's not just about the desperate pull that my body feels for his. It's not just about the fact that I can't hide a smile when I catch him looking at me. It's about the way my heart feels when I hear him say my name. It's about the fact that he told me, not more than an hour ago, that he'd give up the house that he saved his entire life for, if it means we can move forward in peace together.
"I tell myself to slow down." He slides his hands over my thighs. "I keep telling myself that I'm going to scare you away, but I can't help it."
"We'll take it slowly," I say softly as I lean forward to brush my lips over his cheek. "We'll take it one day at a time."
His hands circle my waist, as he pulls my body into his chest. "I've wasted most of my life not knowing you. I can't waste another minute."
I give in to his kiss and his hands as he grabs hold of the thin lace of my panties and rips them from me.
***
I feel the weight of his body when he returns to the bed. After we'd kissed and he'd licked me until I begged him to stop, he'd held me in his strong arms. He'd talked softly about wanting to watch me sketch portraits, and a dream he'd had last week about us hiking a mountain trail together.
He'd gone to the kitchen to get us each a glass of juice and when he returned, he'd finally pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down. I had turned over then to catch my breath but I heard the faint sound of my nightstand drawer opening and the unmistakable tear of the foil of the condom package.
His breathing had shifted and I knew without looking that he was sheathing his hard cock so he could finally take me the way I'd wanted him to all night. I'd pleaded with him to fuck me when I came the first time under his tongue, but he had ignored me and instead, slid one of his long fingers into my channel until he found the tender spot that pushed me back over the edge in an instant.
"Bridget." His lips are on my neck. "Turn over for me."
I do and just as I'm about to pull in a heavy breath, his hands are on my thighs, pushing them apart as he settles between them. He pushes my hands to the side as his mouth dives down to claim my right nipple. I moan loudly from the sensation of his teeth grazing over the swollen bud. He sucks on it harder, pulling a thread of desire from deep within my body. I try to move my legs to quiet the desperate need that I feel in my core.
"My body aches for you." His words are muffled by own flesh. "I'm so hard."
I try to twist my arm so that I can reach down to circle my hand around his thick root but he shakes his head.
I whimper, not as much out of frustration for the denial but more for the yearning that I feel inside. I want him to make love to me. I want him to slide his cock into me while he kisses me. I want him to take me slowly tonight, but at this point, it's not about my need, it's about his desire to own my body and when he pulls back from my breast to look into my face, I know that he won't temper what he's feeling. He's going to drive himself into me until I scream his name as I claw his back.
Not a word is spoken between us as he rallies back on his heels and thrusts his cock
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