“Yeah?”
“Do you want to take a bag, or are you going to walk through the lodge with a big silicone cock in your hand?”
“I’ll… take a bag.” I stopped to pick up Bridget’s bag.
We’d had sex so many times now. This shouldn’t have felt so different. But I was quivering and nervous like it was my first time, the whole trip down to the car. When I got the dildo from the glove compartment, it felt like a little more than just a toy, and I was hyperaware of its presence in the bag the whole way up, especially when I got back in the room and found Bridget in her bra and panties, propped up against the headboard, lit by the soft glow of the lamp by the bed and the glow of the stars outside, her eyes shining as she looked at me.
“Welcome back,” she murmured, not taking her eyes off mine for one instant. Just like in that video what felt like forever ago now, her eyes were hypnotic—impossible to look away from, making my whole body stir.
“Hey. Sorry if I… I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
She pouted a little. “You sure did. However are you going to make it up to me?”
“Ah. Well. I have something in mind.”
She laughed. “Wash your hands, take off all those layers, and come kiss me, and we’ll see if we can work something out.”
I should have backed out. Or maybe that was just me being afraid of good things.
I washed my hands. Took off all the layers. And I got back to the bed, dressed now in just an undershirt and my panties, where I climbed up onto the bed and crawled on top of Bridget,whose hands found my sides, looking up at me with those damn eyes I was so damn weak for.
I kissed her, and she met me like she’d always been waiting for it. We kissed until we melded into one, our bodies moving in unison, and it was a wholly different feeling from all the other times—my body stirred, heat in my thighs, but it was so much more than that, terrifyingly so. Her hands up my shirt were everything, and when I took her bra off, her nipples in my mouth felt less like dirty play and more like… something else. When our underwear came off, I needed more, and I settled between her thighs, tasting her and savoring every beautiful little noise she made.
“Victoria,” she said, my name sounding perfect in her beautiful moan. “The strap, please.”
“Do you want to stay like this?” I said, gesturing to the position, and she nodded.
“I want to look at you while you’re inside me, Victoria.”
Oh, god. Right. Problem was, I wanted that too.
I fitted on the dildo with the harness that had been with it, and I paused over the bed when I realized.
“I didn’t get lube,” I said. “Was there any in the car?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said, spreading her legs to show me how… how… perfect she was. “If there’s none here, we’ll just be slow and gentle.”
“Bridget… you’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I caressed her thigh, not even realizing I was saying it. And when my gaze met hers again, I lost myself in it, her eyes holding mine so intently I thought I wanted to stay here forever.
We went slow and gentle, positioning myself between her legs and easing myself inside her, checking every step of the way that it felt good, that she was enjoying it. Had to change angles a couple times, adjusting how I was propped up on my knees, but I didn’t care—I’d stay here all night if it was what Bridgetwanted, pleasuring her, trying every minute change of position that made her feel good. She held onto me as I moved inside her, and her expression melted into blissful ecstasy, still giving me that adoring look the whole time, and I just thought I wanted to kiss her, hold her, to be with her—that there was nothing better than this, than her, than us.
It was a while before she was getting close, and it still felt too soon. I added a hand on her clit, moving in quick circles, and she cried out my name as she came undone, clenching down on me, gripping tighter as her eyes finally fluttered shut, arching off the bed with the sweetest noises I’d ever heard.
She guided me onto my back once she was able to move again, propping me up against the pillows, and she lowered herself down between my legs, looking up at me as her mouth found my center, and I couldn’t believe this woman was—that Bridget was here, devoting herself to me, making me feel good with those long, perfect movements of her tongue, sucking on my clit, praising me, worshipping me with her mouth, so beautifully perfect there, so perfectly beautiful.
I came crashing into an orgasm that blossomed out through me and left me tingling in every part of my body, and when I softened again, feeling soft and gentle everywhere, she lay down gently next to me and kissed me, once, again, and again, small and sweet kisses that left my ears warm.
“You look perfect like this,” she said.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, blurting what was in my mind and was supposed to stay there. She hesitated, tensing up a little, looking at me with wide eyes, before she softened, almost defeatedly, resting her head on my collar.
“What do you think I’m doing?” she sighed. “I’m getting really, really attached to you, that’s what. Getting way over my head in feelings. Thinking stupid things I shouldn’t and wishing for stuff I shouldn’t be wishing for. Why, what are you doing?”
“Bridget…”
“I know you’re doing me, and you do it great, but aside from that.”
I groaned, burying my face in her hair. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be mad.”
