Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (16 page)

A thin layer of tears fills her eyes. “No, Bridge, don’t cry.”

My strong girl blinks them away and nods her head. “You promise you’ll always be my sun?” she whispers in a hushed tone. It’s so quiet I can barely hear it, but I know exactly what she’s saying.

“I promise. You can trust me. Always, okay? I’ll never let you down.”

I take her hand in mine and squeeze it tightly. Then she picks up her fork and I crack our beers. We both proceed with our meal and I hope I haven’t ruined the night. I decide to change the subject in order to bring a smile to her face.

“Can we talk about your face today, just one more time?”

She glares at me. “If you want me to stab you with this fork, then have at it.”

“Tempting…but I’m not in the mood to deal with your feistiness.”

“You always say I’m feisty. Why don’t you do something about it?”

“Maybe I will. Why don’t you tell me what you want tonight?”

“Whatever you want,” she says.

“You know, you’re not giving me much to work with.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And you should be,” I tease, lifting her in my arms. She’s got the biggest smile on her beautiful face and I know now is the time. Without speaking another word, I walk us both upstairs. Her legs grip me tightly and I know I’ll never get over how my hands feel on her body.

When we reach the bedroom, she begins to kiss my neck and threads her hands into the back of my hair. Gently I lower her onto the plush bed, taking her mouth with mine. I love how her hands feel on my body as she begins touching me. Her body’s restrained below mine, unable to move.

“Trust me,” I say in between kisses.

“Always,” is her response and my heart speeds up in anticipation.

Taking my time, I continue kissing her, controlling not only her mouth, but also her body. My erection strains my shorts and is dying to be free, so I remove them to regain some comfort and throw my shirt off in the process. Her pupils immediately contract, before moving a trail down my body. When she reaches my cock, they dance in excitement and she licks her lips. I grab the base of my shaft and begin pleasuring myself. She whimpers, wanting me. I know what this does to her. Scooting over on my knees, I sit atop her chest. “Suck it,” I demand. Right away, she listens and takes me into her mouth. This is such an awkward angle for her, but for me it’s such a fucking turn on to see her struggle to get a good mouthful. I love making her work for it.

Her plump lips are so wet as they tightly grip me from the tip to my base and over again.
Damn, she can take it so deep.
I know that’s why I’m able to come from her naughty mouth. She pushes me so close, so fast. I begin to panic, not wanting to let go. It’s too soon. She stops me before I pull all the way out and grips my hips, keeping my cock in her mouth.

She bobs her head like a fucking machine and my hand weaves into her glorious brown hair. I begin to pump my hips as I feel my balls tighten, ready to let out a violent blow. Bridgette digs her nails into my skin holding me. That reinforcement from her sets me off. I groan like a fucking animal, gripping her hair as my cum coats the back of her throat. She never falters, keeping pace with my every move. That’s my girl. She’s just as insatiable as I am. Her ravenous need for my cock just reminds me she’ll never get enough of me, as I’ll never get enough of her.

Looking down at her still holding me in her mouth, is so fucking sexy.
Now it’s my turn to please her.
Pulling away, she sucks with all her might, not wanting to let go. When my dick finally pops out, I say, “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

She nods her head and I slide the strap of her tank off of her shoulder. With as much force as she used on me, I begin to suck her sensitive skin, dousing her with kisses. Then I pull the other strap down and move to that side. Taking my time, I work my way across her collarbone and then to those perky boobs. My cock twitches and drips a little cum, wanting them. She reaches for my shaft when the cum hits her leg, and I back away.

“Not yet. Trust me.”

She looks at me through heavy lids. I can tell she’s horny and ready for me, but she trusts me to take care of her. I remove her tank all the way and slide it down with her panties and shorts. As I toss her clothes aside, I walk to the other side of the room and get into my bag. When I turn back and look at her, she’s watching me and the items in my hands curiously. I like that there’s
no
fear in her face when she sees what I have – only passion and excitement.

“Greedy,” I say and slide the blindfold over her eyes. When I cover those beautiful greens she just smiles at me. Jesus, it feels so good to be with someone who trusts me. I’m not a dominant or anything like that and I don’t have rules. I just want to pleasure my lover. And I do so with rope. There’s something about the art of the knots and the trust the two people have to have to find desire in those situations. I’ve been with women that are gone, once I’ve shown them this side of me. Some have even freaked out by my stamina. I can’t help that I can fuck for hours; this is how I was born.

Staring down at the beautiful diamond beneath me, I’m grateful. “If I hurt you, just tell me, okay?” She nods her head and I flip that gorgeous body over. Her ass is ridiculous and my eyes travel up her back to where all of her tattoos are. I love them. “Get on your knees.” She listens, but is on all fours. I only want her ass in the air. “Head down, baby.”

She complies and I land a smack to her plump ass. God, I love to spank. I want to know how hard she can take it. She freezes and I reward her with a soothing touch, then I invade her wet slit with my fingers. A long moan escapes her sweet throat as I begin to please her. I pull away and she tenses. “Trust me, Bridge. Find pleasure in this.”

“Does it turn you on?” she asks.

“Like nothing else.”

“Do it,” she commands and I land another hand, this one a little firmer. As I pull away to touch that sweet clit, her skin starts to turn pink. She catches on quickly to my game and knows if she takes the hit, I’ll reward her with pleasure.

Her pussy is swollen and wet, but I’m not quite ready for it. Gently, I take her hands and bring them behind her back. As I grab the soft nylon rope and begin to bind her, I ask. “What are you thinking about?”

“You. Your cock.”

“What about?”

“I want you inside of me.”

“You’re not worried that I’m tying you up?”

“No, I trust you. To be honest with you, I’ve dreamt of doing this with you.”

No shit.
“Really?” I question, completely thrown off. I never imaged she would have that type of fantasy and it pleases me to no end. I’m never letting her go, no matter what. She’s fucking perfect. Once her hands are tightly bound, I lift her up and pull her back against my chest. “Are you ready for my big cock? Do you want me to make you come hard, baby?”

Whispering my dirty thoughts into her ear causes her breathing to pick up and I push her forward. She keeps her head down and I begin to finger that delectable pussy, spreading it wide and stretching it. Doing things like this is such a turn on; nothing in the world compares. She starts to whimper and moan, and I know I’m driving her crazy. As I slide a third finger into her tight cunt, she gasps and grips my hand squeezing it hard.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze it for me,” I tell her.

She does so and her noises get louder. I grab the lube and squirt a little on my fingers. As I adjust and move around, I find her G-spot and begin to work it. I stimulate the sensitive area and she arches her back. At this angle I barely have to pull my fingers out. The attention to that special spot causes her arousal to push her close to orgasm. “Fuck me, Troy,” she murmurs.

“Come for me, then I will.” With my free hand I rub her red skin and land a firm hit. She whimpers and says, “Again. Please spank me again, baby.” I definitely don’t have a problem with that and I take my time, pleasing her just right as I land each calculated smack on fresh untouched skin.

Her moans turn to screams and she comes hard from my persistent torture to her pussy combined with her newfound pleasure in being spanked. As the trembles in her body stop, I remove my fingers and nestle my throbbing cock deep inside of her soaking wet core. I fill her balls deep and she begins to move, meeting my movements. Her back is glistening with sweat, arched and so sexy. My eyes follow the line of her spine to those beautifully bound wrists, and concentrating on them is almost my undoing. We work so well together. My hard cock filling her so full while her pussy keeps a tight hold around me. Fuck, I’m already close. This is not normal, this is not what I’m used too.
Goddamn this woman.
I slow my movements and pull her up to me. She clenches my dick adjusting to the new position and I know I can’t handle more. “Don’t do that,” I instruct her.

“Untie me, please.”

Immediately I do so, without asking why. I told her to tell me if I hurt her and the truth is, I want her hands on me. I need them on me. As much as it’s a turn on to see her wrists bound, I can’t be without her touch for long and I’ve quickly learned that. I can’t seem to unknot the rope quickly enough. Finally her small hands are free and she reaches for me, pulling our bodies tightly together. I hug her closely to me and breathe her in. She smells delicious, like sex and Bridgette. Her scent is indescribable; it’s a sultry mix of lilies and eucalyptus. That’s why I brought her those flowers – they reminded me of her. For the first time in my life I have what I want, a beautiful partner who accepts me. There are no lies or secrets between us. She knows my biggest enigma and is sexy as hell partaking in my desires.

“Was that okay?” I ask, directing her to lie down. For some reason, I need the reassurance from her.

“Yes,” she pants and rakes her nails over my back. I push my cock back into her, moving slowly and ask, “So you liked it?”

“Yes! A lot.” She starts to squeeze me again and I have to stop.

“Good. Now stop squeezing my dick with that vise of a cunt, and let me fuck you. I’ll make you come again, I promise.”

She releases the death grip she has on my shaft and I feel like I can breathe again. As I begin to move, I hold her face the way I like, kissing her passionately, showing her that she’s mine. Tiny whimpers move through her with each plunge of my cock. Without her gripping me so powerfully, I can move and fuck like I normally do. I want to make her come good, so I take her thighs and lift them up, holding her knees down on the bed next to her ribs. She’s so limber and gorgeous. Once I have her spread open for me and held down, I rhythmically move my cock in and out. Each push and pull is calculated to hit her U-spot. I bet no one’s ever made her come from it. I can’t wait to see her go wild from pleasure when I stir it awake.

Her noises become extreme and I know I’ve found it. Keeping steady, I hold my angle and hers. She makes my body writhe, wanting more of her. Sweat covers our skin and the moment she turns her head to the side reaching above her – I lose it. Her tits shake and bounce as I pound her, they’re spread wide as she reaches for anything to grab onto. I grunt violently, pumping my cum inside of her. My release is so intense and my movements are insanely urgent as I let go. “Ahhhhhh,” she screams thrashing back and forth. I push her legs down even harder and slam my cock so hard and deep, she convulses. Her eyes are tightly shut as she fists the comforter.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” I shout as I move with speed. “Come hard for me,” I rasp.

Her body finally settles and I let go of her legs, touching her clit.
Fuck, that was hot.
She pushes my hand away and I smirk at her as I nudge myself in as far as I can and lay down on top of her. I intertwine our fingers and kiss her cheek. When she turns to me, I kiss her lips and then settle sprawled on top of her, nestled to the hilt.
If only heaven was this good, I would die today…

I have to get the Jeep fixed before we can leave today. But being in her arms is so much better. She’s resting peacefully and I know she needs it after the weekend we’ve had. She’s good at keeping up with me, but I’m a machine and have to be careful how I push her. We’re on the couch and I hate to get up, especially because I don’t want to wake her.

Checking the clock, I know it’s now or never. As gently as I can, I slide my arm from underneath her. She rolls over and tucks herself into a tiny ball. Covering her up, I kiss her forehead and slip outside. The sun is in full effect and hot as hell, so I pull my shirt off and throw it on the railing before I head down the stairs. I approach my Jeep and look at the tire. Fuck. I am so pissed that it’s flat. I just bought this set and it cost me a fortune. I could understand if we hit something wheeling, but to wake up today and see it like this just blows my mind. I get everything out to put the spare on. It’s mundane work, but has to be done.

While I go through the familiar process, my mind takes me back to last night. Binding her, blindfolding her, and spanking her. Those are my three favorite things and she gave them all to me. I would love to spread her body wide and tie her to my bed. Then blindfold her, making her hypersensitive. I would drag my tongue across every bit of her skin.