Page 23 of Body Check
“What,” I ask, “the fact that I’m fully functional even though all the blood in my body has rushed to my cock? I know. It’s a medical mystery.”
“No,” she laughs. “My reaction to you. I actually want to have sex.”
Now I can’t help laughing. “And this surprises you? Ouch. Would you like me to put a bag over my head?”
“Haha,” she drawls. “You have to know you’re the kind of handsome that gets noticed.”
I bend to press a kiss to the soft skin of her belly. “Says the woman I spotted from across the room and had to talk to because she took my damn breath away.”
Her cheeks are pink, so I trail kisses up to her chest, over each perfect breast, and up the column of her neck until I’m finally joining my lips with hers. “I meant what I said before. We don't have to have sex.”
“But I want to, that’s what’s crazy. My mind wants to, and my body wants to, and I’m not really used to them being in sync. I don’t have a ton of experience,” she says, her eyes glued to mine, “but I’ve had sex before. It was never bad, but it was never that good, either. I never understood why people made such a big deal about it, you know?”
“Honestly? No. I am fully aware of what all the fuss is about,” I tell her, my hands wandering over her curves because damn it, I just can’t stop touching her.
“Well, I never was,” she says, clearly exasperated. “Sex was…like a blockbuster movie to me. You know that big summer movie everybody talks about? It’s always one with aliens or fast cars and high speed chases and shirtless heroes? That’s sex. Everybody raves about it, but then when I do it, it’s just kinda…meh. Not a bad way to spend an evening, but you won’t find me standing in line for a ticket every night.”
My hand hovers over the juncture of her thighs, close, but not quite touching. I let it hang there, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her skin. After about ten seconds, she arches her body up, her satin and lace-covered pussy making contact with my fingers. She’s fucking aching for my touch. “You sure about that?” I ask, not bothering to hide the cockiness in my tone. “You sure you wouldn’t wait in line for this?”
“I’m only sure of one thing right now,” she tells me.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She’s biting her bottom lip, and I don’t think she has a clue how hot she looks right now.“I know that I want you. Now. I want your tongue and your fingers and your cock. I want to feel more of you, more of this.”
I can’t hold out any longer, so I bend down and drop a kiss on the wet spot at the center of her panties before I move back up to her breasts, kissing one nipple and then the other.
“That’s good to hear,” I tell her, sitting back just enough to pop the zipper on my jeans. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” I continue, not bothering to reveal exactly which moment that was. “I need to taste you, Bridgette. I need to feel you come on my face. I need to fuck you. I need to fill you up so hard and so deep that you’ll never want to leave this bed.”
“Prove it,” she says, a smile teasing her lips.
We’ve only known each other a few days, and she already knows just what to say to get me going. Not that I haven’t been ready to go since I picked her up tonight, but she just issued me a challenge, and I’m damn sure going to take it. I don’t know what kind of men she was with before me, and I don’t even care. If I do my job right—and I fucking will—she won’t remember their names or faces in about five minutes. I’m going to treat her so damn good that she’ll forget that any other man ever existed.
I rise up enough to strip out of my jeans, but I keep my boxers on as I settle between her legs and hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. Then I meet her gaze. “I’m gonna take these off, Bridgette,” I tell her. “And then I’m gonna put my mouth on you.”
“Yes,” she moans, threading her hands through my hair as though she needs to guide me. I don’t need directions to the promised land, but a little hair-pulling isn’t something I’m ever going to complain about, especially when Bridgette is the one in charge. Who am I kidding? She’s always going to be in charge. No matter how bossy I get, there will never be any doubt that she’s the one calling the shots.
I part her folds to find that she’s fucking dripping for me, and I waste no time diving in. She tastes just as sweet as I knew she would. It’s like honey on my fucking tongue, and I can’t get enough. Sliding my palms beneath her ass, I pull her closer toward me so we’re damn near fused together. Her grip on my hair tightens as she writhes beneath me.
“Oh, God. I’m—. Oh, don’t stop. I?—”
“Give it to me, “ I say, not daring to pull my mouth away from her sweet center. She probably can’t understand a word I’m saying, but based on the way she thrusts her hips forward and presses her body against my face, I’m betting the vibrations feel pretty good. I bring my right hand up and press my thumb to her clit in quick, circular motions. Her whole body stills for a beat, and that’s when I feel it. Her inner walls are squeezing tight and sucking me in. Wave after wave of her orgasm crashes over us, and it feels so damn good. Even after I’ve pulled away to cover my cock with a condom, I can taste her release on my lips.
She leans up to kiss me, and the thought of her tasting herself on my mouth is heady.
“I can’t fucking wait to get inside you,” I tell her. “Where do you want me?”
“Wherever you?—”
I press a finger to her lips. “Where do you want me? What’s gonna make you feel good? Get used to taking up space, beautiful girl. If you want something, all you need to do is ask. And if you don’t know what you want, it’s my job to give you options. Got it?”
She nods. “I think I want you just like this. I know that a lot of guys think missionary is boring, but I want to try it. I like the idea of being so close to you, of watching you as you move in and out of me,” she says, her breath hitching. “God, yes. That’s what I want.”
“Listen to me,” I say, lining my cock at her entrance before bracing myself on my elbows so we’re face-to-face. “Sex with you could never be called boring. You’re a damn goddess, Bridgette, don’t forget that. Now lift those hips so you can take me deep.”
The second she tilts her ass a millimeter off the bed, I enter her. She’s so damn wet, but it still takes a few seconds for her to adjust to me. Her pussy swallows me up, inch by inch, and I’m in danger of losing my damn mind with every stroke. When I’m fully seated inside her, I open my eyes and take in her delicate features. Every inch of her is perfect—from the cascade of red hair that falls over her shoulders, to the freckles that dot her nose and cheeks, to the green eyes that light up her face. From her full breasts to her thick waist to the ass and thighs I’ll never get enough of, to those long legs I can’t wait to feel wrapped around me, it’s clear that this woman must have walked straight out of my fantasies.
She’s got her hands in my hair again, but this time, she’s gentle, like she’s studying my face so she can memorize it. But that isn’t necessary. If I have my way, we’ll be gazing into each other’s eyes late at night, tangled up in our sheets, just like this, for a long damn time.
