Page 152 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“Now, Brody.”
He grunts something unintelligible and then takes his cock in his hand and positions it at my entrance before sinking in deep.
“Yes,” I moan as my chest arches off the wood.
“So…good,” he says as he starts pumping his hips in and out of me, the friction so delicious, so warm.
“Deeper,” I say so he lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder, giving us a deeper, more intense angle as he continues to move inside of me. “Yes, just like that.”
Hands still pinned above me, he brings his mouth to mine. He lazily lets his mouth run over mine, exploring and tangling with my tongue, driving up my need and adding to the luxury of our connection to the point that when his hand grips my breast and plays with my nipple, the sensation almost feels unbearable.
It’s in that moment, with his fingers rolling over my nipple that my orgasm starts to build deep within me, starting in the pit of my stomach and moving to the base of my spine where it tingles, turns numb, creates this vortex of pleasure between my legs.
“Oh God,” I moan when his mouth pulls away for a brief moment.
“Close?” he asks.
I just nod as he continues to pump inside of me while he plays with my nipple. The simultaneous movements create this glowing within me, a feeling of passion and fire, and ecstasy.
With every pump of his hips, that glow shines brighter and brighter.
With every press of his lips to mine, the fire burns warmer.
And with every roll of my nipple between his fingers, my ecstasy climbs to a point of no return.
My leg wraps around him, and I dig my heel into his back, holding on as my body starts to spasm.
My fingers curl around his hand, anchoring myself into his hold.
And my mouth parts as the first feel of my orgasm starts to climb through me, spreading like molten lava through my veins.
“Oh fuck, Brody,” I yell just as everything starts to fade to black and pleasure rocks through me with every pulse of his hips.
I tense around him.
Spasm.
Convulse around him until he’s bowing his head into my shoulder, biting my skin and groaning as he stills his hips and comes right along with me.
It’s the most delicious feeling ever, knowing that me getting off can get him off within seconds.
That we’re so in sync with that we can both make each other feel pleasure at the same time.
I’ve never had that before.
I’ve never had this connection that feels so complete, so right.
It’s why he’s the best I’ve ever had. It’s why I’m so addicted to this, to us. It’s why when we go back to San Francisco, I don’t want to lose it.
I want to see where this goes.
He releases my hands and lifts up just enough so I can look him in the eyes. A goofy grin spreads across his face. “I have no idea if someone was just blinded by the sight of my pasty ass thrusting up and down.”
I laugh. “Your pasty ass is the only thing shielding the public from our inappropriate behavior.”
“It comes in handy.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “You’re beautiful, Maggie.”
I feel a soft smile pass over my lips. “So you’ve told me.”
