Dear Bridget, I Want You(46)

Instead, I closed my eyes and relished the feel of his lips on my body again. My clit started to throb as if our fucking had installed a magic button of recognition inside of me that turned on the moment he touched me.

I could feel that his cock was fully rigid through his boxer briefs. He was rubbing against my ass.

“I thought we said just once,” I muttered.

“I need you again. Please. Just one more time,” he said against my neck as he pulled on my hair.

I closed my eyes, conceding to my body.

Still behind me, he lifted the T-shirt and soon I felt his fingers sink into my pussy.

“You’re so wet right now. Or is that my cum still inside of you? So fucking hot, Bridget.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and instead stuck one of them at the entrance to my ass. Using my own arousal as lubricant, he slowly pushed it inside, moving in and out ever so slowly.

The sensation was nothing like I’d ever felt before.

“Isn’t this what you said you wanted? My finger in your ass…”

Panting, I answered, “Yes.”

He spoke gruffly in my ear, “Actually, I believe what you wanted was my cock inside of your other orifice while I finger fucked your ass.”

I could hear him sliding his underwear down. Within seconds, I felt the hot tip of his penis at my opening. He entered me in one swift movement. Fully inside, he began to fuck me in sync with the movement of his finger in my ass.

I leaned against the counter, gripping the granite for dear life as he took me doggy-style in the middle of my kitchen. Catching a glimpse of his face in the reflection of the window over the sink, I realized he was just as lost in lust as I was.

We both climaxed fast and furiously. As he came, he gripped my body, holding me in place while he slammed into me, once again filling me with his heat.

When he stopped moving, he whispered, “I’m fucking addicted to you. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know whether he was apologizing for wanting me or apologizing for his impending desertion. Either way, I was screwed.





Naked macaroni was now my very favorite meal. After fucking Bridget in the kitchen, we decided to make a quick dinner. She’d attempted to put her clothes back on, but I persuaded her to cook with me naked. Naked cooking led to naked eating, and I was beginning to think we should just stay naked forever. Naked with Bridget was fucking awesome.

We were sitting on the floor in the living room with our empty plates on the coffee table. I swiped two fingers across the remnants of sauce on her plate and used it to paint one of her nipples before I bent to lick it off.

“Mmm. This sauce is fucking fantastic.”

She laughed. “You’re a little insane, Simon.”

“Come on, admit it. You just eyed the sauce on my plate and thought about painting my cock, didn’t you?”

My beautiful, naked girl blushed. “We’re already one over our agreement. Not sure a painting party would be a good way to ensure we kept to the terms.”

Fuck the terms.

“About that. We agreed to have sex once only, right?”

“Well, clearly those terms were modified, but yes, that’s what we agreed to.”

I nodded. “Good. So there was no other agreement.”

Bridget squinted. “What are you getting at? I can see the wheels spinning inside that mop-covered head of yours.”

“Well, we agreed on sex, right?”

“Yes…”

“I’d like to point out that it was your former President who declared that sexual relations referred only to the act of having intercourse.”

Bridget choked on the wine she was sipping. “You want to use President Clinton as your precedent so you can what…feel me up still?”

I nodded. “Amongst other things, yes.”

“What type of other things?”

“Well, I’d like to refrain from making a conclusive list that can be held against me in the form of a second agreement. But I believe cunnilingus, fellatio, fingering, anal sex, heavy petting, handies, pillow pounding, and mutual self stimulation with visualization are all excluded from our deal.”

“I got the first few.” Her face was adorable when it scrunched up. “But what in the Lord’s name is pillow pounding and mutual self stimulation with visualization?”

“Ah. I’m glad you asked.” I reached over and grabbed both her breasts. (Have I mentioned I fucking love naked macaroni?) Squeezing those beauties together, I looked up at her and wiggled my brows. I’m going to stick my cock between these beautiful pillows—hence, pillow pounding.”

Bridget’s eyes bulged, so I took that as a sign I should keep talking.

“And mutual self stimulation with visualization? You’re going to open these legs wide and show me your pretty pussy while you get yourself off with your vibrator. I’ll be doing the five knuckle shuffle on my wood at the same time. Hence, the mutual part.” I winked.