Page 63 of Breaking Bristol
“Not just in love with you, but hopelessly infatuated. Since the first time I saw you I was a goner, and I tried to push you away because I wasn’t sure I was good enough for you, that I couldn’t give you everything you deserved. And while that’s still true, there’s one thing that prevails over my doubts.”
“What’s that?” she murmured, staring deep into my eyes.
“Nobody can love you like I do. Nobody would give as much as I’m willing to give to make you happy. To make you feel safe. I’d risk every and anything, including my freedom, to protect you.” My voice cracked with emotion, but I kept going. “And it took me way too fucking long, but I realized that I can’t do any of that unless we’re together. So right now, I’m telling you, you’re mine. And unless you get up and walk away this second, I won’t let you go again.”
Her mouth tilted into a small smile, and she pulled my head down, our foreheads touching. “Matthew, I’m here.”
“I know. And I’m not letting you go.”
“No.” She laughed. “I’m here because I love you, too. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you again and—”
She stopped talking, not because I kissed her, but because I swooped her into my arms and carried her to my bed.
I took her clothes off, one piece at a time, unwrapping the most precious gift I’d ever have in my life. Once she was bared to me, I reached behind and pulled my shirt off, then my shoes, socks, and everything else.
One knee on the bed, I stopped before I crawled over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” The smile on her pink lips warmed, and her hourglass shape grew restless. Her nipples were already hard, but when I traced them with my finger, they pebbled more. I swung my leg around and straddled her thighs, using both hands to palm her breasts.
I used my thumb and forefinger to gently twist those perky tips and her hands moved from the comforter to over mine and she felt what I was doing to her. “Hold them together.”
Obeying my command, she pushed her tits together and I leaned down, flicking one nipple with my tongue, then the other. I sucked, nibbled, and laved at them until she was squirming. “Matthew,” she pleaded with me.
Enjoying having her at my mercy, I used the tips of my fingers to trace downward, then spread her open while I grabbed my cock. Her thighs were still forced together, so I had little room to work. I angled myself and then circled the tip of my cock against her clit. “Holy shit,” she started to sit up, but I slid my hand up her chest and pushed her down.
“Lay still.” I kept my palm on her collarbone and pushed my dick against her. “Hold your pussy open for me.”
Her tongue peeked out, and she reached between us, and I bent my head to see her do what she was told. I repositioned myself and pushed my cock against her, between her tight thighs. Stroking slow but steady, rubbing the length of me up and down her clit.
“I’m gonna come.” She pushed her hands into the mattress and shoved her ass up, which tightened her even more, and I almost came when she did.
But no way was I ready to. While she was moaning, I moved to the edge of my bed, pulling her with me. I pushed two fingers inside and groaned at her walls clenching. “Can’t wait to feel you do that around my cock again.” Then I dropped down and replaced my fingers with my tongue.
Her smell was like honey, tasted like it, too. She was sweet, slightly sticky, and I licked every bit, devouring her and making her come again.
Not enough.
I flipped her over, pushed myself up, and pulled her down on my face. “Matthew, I can’t.”
“You can, baby. Go slow if you need.”
She looked over her shoulder and panted. “I want your cock.”
“Yeah?” I fisted it and stroked and felt her spasm around me. “You can have it once you come in my mouth.”
Bristol moaned and shoved her fingers in my hair, her nails digging against my scalp while she worked herself until she climaxed. She tried to move off as her tremors lessened, and I helped position her.
My knees were cocked, and I offered my dick. She held my eyes when she slid down, and I grabbed her thighs and watched her fuck me. Her hips rolled, her hot, tight pussy squeezed around me, and I loved how she scraped her nails across my chest and took her sweet time.
“You love me?”
She stilled, then dropped down and brushed her lips across mine, the little tease making me work for it. “Do you love me?”
“Yes. I love you, Bristol. So damn much.”
“I love you, too.” When she moved to sit up, I couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped my arms around her and rolled us. “Hey, I wasn’t done.”
“Yeah, you were.” I pushed up on my forearms. “You can take your time later, sweetheart, but right now, I need you to come with me.”
Her mouth stayed open as harsh breaths came through every time I thrust deep. “Oh God. Don’t stop.”