Page 41 of Net and Chill

“Hmmm.” She stands up, feet straddling both sides of my torso, and takes two steps toward my face. I can see her pussy—mine. Her tits—mine. Her smirky, puffy lips—mine. And all I can do is look. She leans forward, gripping the headboard, arching over me. “You want me to sit on your face? Really?”

“I want you to turn around. Face my feet. Lower yourself slowly and kneel down with your legs on either side of my head so I can eat you out. Hands on my abs. Do not touch my cock. Got it?”

“All you had to do was ask, but this was supposed to be me servicing you.”

“Bring it in, Bridget.”

She huffs, lifts a leg so she’s standing on one side of me, turns around, straddles me again, and then slowly, slowly, lowers her fucking gorgeous perky ass to my face. She pauses her descent, makes an adjustment, and kneels. “Wheels down,” she says, laughing. And then she backs up into my mouth.

She is so turned on, it only takes a minute until she’s rocking and rolling. “Oh my God, Craig! That feels so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I’m not going to stop. My tongue is relaxed, wide, and flat. It’s my head and neck that’s doing the work. And her hips. It’s my job to apply pressure and keep a steady pace. That and not pass out. This is no time to bring her to the edge and back. Fuck that. But I really wish I could touch her ass right now.

When she stiffens up and clenches her thighs around my head, that’s when I suck on her clit, and my girl screams like I knew she would.

There it is.

Fucking delicious, all over my face.

No friction.

No shame.

If this is what it’s like having a serious girlfriend, what the fuck have I been doing with my life?

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Craig. Craig.” She climbs off of me, breathing so heavy, turns to face me, straddling me again. So flushed and ripe and gorgeous. “Baby, that was amazing.” She lowers her tits to my face. Feeds me her right breast.

Well, this is also good.

This is also fucking delicious all in my face.

Jesus, she’s playing with her other tit. I want to do that. I want to do everything, but my fucking head feels like it’s about to explode. “Baby,” I say, trying to catch my breath. “Baby, we need to slow down.”

Bridget pulls away from me.

“I didn’t say we need to stop—just slow it down, okay?”

“Okay. Are you all right?”

“I’ll be fine. You’re so fucking hot, it’s driving me crazy, but I need you to fuck me now, okay?”

“Okay. Okay.” She nods. Her right breast is bright pink from days of stubble, but she asked me not to shave today.

She raises her hips and moves backwards, hands flat on my abs to steady herself as she straddles me, looking me straight in the eyes with her ass in the air. What a view. “I was thinking,” she says, in the same tone she used that time she asked me whichside I dress to four summers ago. “Since you haven’t been with anyone else and I haven’t been with anyone else and I’m on the pill, we should finally…”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Ride me bareback, baby. It’s about fucking time.”

“Finally, a little enthusiasm,” she says wryly as she takes hold of my shaft with one hand, the other still flat on my abs to hold herself steady, and slowly, slowly lowers herself onto me.

I watch as she kisses the head of my cock with her pussy. It’s mesmerizing. So good. I’m usually already inside her when I flip over onto my back. I know she’s not trying to torture me. I know how big I am. But this is the most beautiful, agonizing fucking thing that has ever happened to me. Jesus, what a week this has been. We have about four more days until the Griffins will send someone to get me, and if it takes that long for my girl to get comfortable on my erection—so be it.

She keeps moaning and gasping and licking and biting her lips, and it’s so hot.

“Jesus, you feel so good, baby.”

“Did you get bigger?”

“Maybe? You want me to?—”