Page 124 of Until I Own You

I can’t do it. Can’t say it. I don’t know how to use my words, only know how to use my body to communicate with her.

She was right at the bar the other night. We don’t know each other. Not really. But if that’s true, how come I feel closer to her than anyone else in the world?

I don’t answer her question. Instead, I go to the bed and grab the edge of the covers.

Bridget’s eyes dip down to my hand, then rise to look at me. Breath shallow in her chest. She can tell what’s coming.

I rip the covers back, exposing her whole body to me. Her beautiful, luscious body.

Her skin looks luminescent against her lace-trimmed, black nightgown.

And her curves laid out on the bed before me swoop and swerve in such a tempting way.

There is no way I’ll be able to resist her.

Maybe she will understand me without my words. A foolish thought. But…

“On your stomach.” My throat is constricting my words because it knows that’s not what I came here to say. What I wanted. What I needed.

It doesn’t feel safe to do anything else, though.

Bridget follows my instruction.

Her dark hair drapes across her back.

“Ass up.” I pull a tiny tube of lube from my sweatpants pockets.

She pushes her ass toward her heels, the thin fabric taut against her backside.

“Show it to me,” I say.

As she pulls the nightgown over her ass, I realize she isn’t wearing underwear. Her ass cheeks spread apart to reveal her glistening pussy and the puckering hole I pleasured earlier today from across the table.

I touch her ass cheek. “You know what I want, right?” Not what I need. But it might be enough to ground me.

“Yes, Sir.”

Sir…I love it, but this time it falls flat.

I want to be Seth to her today. I don’t know how to say that to her, so I keep my mouth shut, and squeeze a squirt of lube into my palm.

I coat her hole and surrounding areas liberally to make sure there’s no threat of injury.

I coat my fingers too and begin to glide them across her opening until she relaxes enough for me to slide them inside.

Bridget’s body tightens.

“Relax around me…”

The way she clenches on my fingers is enough to get my cock hard to a raging degree. I’m already imagining how it would feel to be inside her tightness.

“Touch yourself,” I say with a ragged breath.

Bridget reaches a hand under herself to start toying with her clit. Relaxes her even more.

We go on like this for a bit as I scissor my fingers inside her to prepare her for my girth until Bridget starts to moan.

I withdraw my fingers. “Don’t stop…touching yourself.” I hurry to yank my sweats down my thighs.