He had taken women before, but never had he felt such bliss. Such perfection in joining his body with another. He began to move, slowly at first, letting his hips roll in evenly timed thrusts as Bridget’s core relaxed, tightened, and gushed.
“Faster, please.”
Adrian drove forward with unrestrained urgency, setting a rapid, breathless rhythm that left no room for thought. The pace was demanding, relentless in its need, but guided—each thrust sure, deep, and purposeful, as though he were intent on claiming every sound she made. Bridget cried out beneath him, her body responding eagerly, rising to meet him as though she weredesperate to keep up.
Then her hips began to move too. Rolling with his as her ankles crossed over his lower back. Each breath transformed into a moan. Each dig of her nails into his shoulder blades felt like a plea.For more.
“Adrian,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering shut as her nails dug deeper. “I’m…I’m…” she panted as she thrashed her head against the pillow, as if the sensation growing inside of her was too much to bear.
“Let it go for me,” he panted. “Let me feel your pleasure flood over me.”
He could already feel it building inside of her; that coiling tightness that strangled his cock and threatened to bring him to his own ecstasy too quickly. But he could not give in to it. Not yet. Not until he felt—
Bridget moaned his name again as she arched her back, sending his cock deeper inside of her, and Adrian saw stars as her inner muscles strangled him a second before he felt a flood of her juices gush forth. It was everything he had waited for, and as he felt her release pulse over and over again, he quickened his thrusts, sending himself as deep into her as he possibly could, then his own moan—something similar to her name—poured from his lips as his release barreled through him.
“Oh, my God,” Bridget panted. “Oh, my God.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Adrian muttered.
He was still inside her, reveling in the thousands of delicious tremors that racked both of their bodies as they lay together in post-coital bliss. He was spent. Completely knackered. And below him, he was positive Bridget felt the same.
Adrian tried to lift his head, but only managed to turn it so he could place soft kisses along Bridget’s neck. He smiled weakly as he felt her humming pulse beneath his lips.
“Is that… is that what it is meant to feel like?” Bridget asked, still trying to catch her breath.
Finally, with more effort than he would ever admit, Adrian was able to lift his head and meet the deliciously sated look in Bridget’s eyes.
He felt as if he had reached that perfect stage of inebriation, right after the point of shedding woeful thoughts and right before the impending doom of the hangover such copious drinking would surely bring. Only this time, there was no alcohol—there was justher.
“I have never felt like this,” Adrian confessed, reaching up to caress her face. “It was… You are…extraordinary.”
Bridget’s soft smile sent a shot of affection coursing through Adrian’s body, and he dipped his head down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.
Adrian then eased his spent self out of her. Both moaned softly as they parted. Even that subtle sensation felt too intense. Adrian rolled to his side, bringing Bridget with him, and he loved how she nuzzled her head into the crook of his arm and flung her leg over his hip.
“I can have bath water brought up,” he offered, stroking his hand down her back.
“No. Can we stay like this?” she asked, her tone adorably sleepy.
“Of course, we can,” Adrian whispered, stroking her tangled curls. “But first, tell me what you need.”
“You,” Bridget sighed, nuzzling deeper into him. “Just you.”
Chapter 28
One Week Later
“Idespise leaving you,” Adrian said.
His smile was warm and love-addled as he looked down at Bridget. She smiled back, giving her naked body a deliciously long stretch as Adrian continued to dress. He groaned in feigned agony as she arched her back and thrust her breasts up, knowing it would entice him.
“Not fair, wife,” he pouted.
“It is not fair that you leave me throughout the day with nothing but a yearning for your return,” she cheekily replied.
“Should I ignore my work today?” Adrian asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
He trailed his fingers over her knee, up her inner thigh. Immediately, she spread her legs, loving the feel of his touch.
