Chapter Four
I took his hand, not breaking eye contact and began walking backwards towards the bedroom. He followed, a smile playing across his lips. When my door cracked open, my fat tabby cat scuttled from the room before I closed it back again.
Our mouths met again, but with more fury, more need. Tongues clashing into on another as I gripped the back of his neck and pulled his face as close to mine as it could get. His hands wandered from the back of my skin tight black dress to the front, where delicately they traced across the bare skin of my thighs, up and up until I felt his fingers prodding against the dainty lacey panties I’d worn.
I fell back in my bed before he could touch the pink lips between my legs that were slowly growing wet with every advancing second.
I lifted a finger, calling him forward. His hands were on his belt by this point, pulling at the tail of it and wrenching it loose from the silver fastenings. He glided over me like a panther on the hunt, his arms and legs embracing me as mine met his.
Again his fingers found my panties, instead of playing around, he wrenched the delicate fabric to the side. I was too busy keeping up with our tongues grazing over one another, but when his fingers entered me, a moan escaped my mouth.
I could feel his length pressed against my thigh, hard and throbbing, without thinking my legs opened to him. Wider and wider, allowing him room to maneuver in front of me until the tip of his cock gently brushed against my entrance.
“Do you want this Bri?” he asked, breathing it into my ear.
I couldn’t speak really, the words caught in my throat, the only real thoughts in my head was the need for Bret to be inside of me. I nodded, not able to say it out loud. It isn’t something you should have to say anyway. I was laying beneath him with my legs spread, wet as could be, if I could’ve reached down and grabbed his cock I would’ve shoved it in myself.
Bret pushed inside of me, his cock touching all the right spots. Filling me with him. My hands were encircled around his neck, his mouth slowly traced down my neck as small incomprehensible noises escaped my mouth. He began to thrust, gently sliding in and out.
“Bret. Faster.” I moaned, barely able to voice the words.
He listened, pounding now, his aching piece piling into me. With a free hand he had pushed aside the neckline of the dress, my bare breast flopping out. His lips found my exposed nipple and he began to gently suck on it until it hardened.
“Harder.” I moaned.
He listened to me again. The tempo of his thrusts pushing my ass deeper into the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist. I couldn’t help the noises anymore. I was lost in ecstasy in that moment, no thoughts other than the tingling that the tip of his cock left when hit against my insides.
A wild laugh escaped me, ending with a moan as he sank deeper and deeper. With a free hand, he began to rub my clit, within seconds it felt as if I was vibrating with pleasure. It tickled at first and then grew in momentum, making my legs quake and the grip I had on him loosen.
Bret continued to push into me, but now his head was thrown back, he grabbed at my trembling legs and threw them over his shoulders. I was nothing, just mush in his arms that’s it. Still he kept on pounding, his and my hips flooded with slick wetness. It seemed to pour out of me as he kept up his onslaught.
His climax was much more contained than mine had been. A groan while he closed his eyes and slowed his pace. The warmness slithered into me, mixing with the slickness that was dripping along my thighs.
Bret collapsed beside me. My lower half was exposed but I couldn’t move to correct it. Everything in me was still spiraling with pleasureful ripples.
I don’t know how long we lay there. Seconds, minutes, maybe an hour. At one point I may have slept. Bret nudged me with his elbow.
“We still need to go to the charity event. You wanna clean up and we’ll head out? We’re still not too late.”
Bret must have washed up and straightened his clothes without me noticing. He was zippered up and ready to go. I was still a mess, lying crumpled and tired on top of my bed spread. I nodded and finally eased myself up, legs still wobbly.
It didn’t take long to prepare myself. A quick wash in the shower, cleaned up my makeup that had incredibly stayed mostly intact. Fitted my dress back into place and maneuvered my hair under the straightener. Good to go.
Bret was waiting by my bedroom door.
“Ready!” I cheerfully announced.
He looked me over with a grin. “You still look good enough to have again.”
I blushed at the comment. Despite being so sure before, I felt rather clunky in the shoes he’d chosen for me. When we got to the front door I realized that I no longer heard Mary’s snores.