The relief on her face is unmistakable.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish unwrapping you.”
“Yes. Please,” she whispers.
I take my time stripping her bare. Soaking in every inch of skin as it’s exposed like it’s a gift on Christmas morning.
Bristol is writhing and begging for more by the time she’s completely naked before me, and I’m primed and ready to go again.
“I think I need another taste,” I grow, spreading her legs and dipping my head between her thighs.
She bucks her hips as my tongue passes over her clit. “Oh, God.”
“Leaving Him out of this. It’s Rhett, baby.”
Her body shakes with laughter, but only for a moment before she’s moaning and gripping the bun I have my hair pulled back in.
“Right there,” she purrs.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, just like I did at the restaurant, while teasing her clit with my tongue.
She’s so responsive.
Moans turn to pants and pleas. My name tumbles from her lips and her body begins to quiver.
“Yes. Yes…yes!”
I keep going, bringing her down gently before reaching over to my nightstand and pulling out a row of condoms. I tear one off and rip open the foil packet, rolling the latex down my length.
“I cannot wait to feel your pussy squeezing my cock like that while you come.” I tell her, rubbing my cock between her legs, coating myself in her wetness.
Bristol spreads her legs wider, inviting me in.
“Fuck me,” she hisses, adjusting to my length.
I may not be as long or as girthy as those men in romance novels, but Idoknow what I’m doing with what I’ve got.
“Your pussy feels so good. Better than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” she asks.
“That's all I’ve been able to think about since last night, Bristol.”
She arches into me. “Did you…touch yourself?”
I shake my head. “No. I wanted to wait. Let the anticipation build.”
“Oh.”
“It was worth the wait.” I roll my hips, letting my pelvis grind against her.
“Mmm. More,” she begs.
It starts slow. Both of us savoring the moment, the feelings of being this close, this intimate. But as the pleasure builds, sodo our movements. Bristol meets me thrust for thrust, arching into every one. She cups her breasts. Plays with her nipples, pinching, tugging. Putting on an erotic show, just for me.
“So fucking sexy, Bristol.”
“Rhett. Please. So close.”
