Page 91 of Crazy In Love
Bridger
Fucking hell.
I’d just had the best sex of my life, and my dick hadn’t even been inside her yet.
Well, it had been between her lips, which was a spectacular experience.
I’d never been a fan of the sixty-nine position, because I liked to be in control when I was with a woman.
But for whatever reason, it was hot as hell that she was riding my face with my dick in her mouth. And she took every last drop that I gave her.
She slowed her movements, and I took the opportunity to lift her the slightest bit, missing her taste and her scent the minute it wasn’t right there.
She climbed off of me and turned around, her pretty blue eyes wide, lips plump and swollen, hair falling free of the knot tied at the nape of her neck.
“There’s two,” I said. My voice was barely recognizable.
Had I ever come so hard in my life?
“You are a man of your word, Bridger Chadwick.”
“And you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, Emilia.”
The corners of her lips turned up as a big smile spread across her face. “Really?”
“Have you never been told that before?”
“Umm… no. I’ve never been told that before.” She chuckled and then looked around awkwardly.
“Is this too much?” I asked, because I knew this wasn’t the norm for her, and she appeared nervous all of a sudden.
“Is it too much for you?” she asked.
I barked out a laugh. This was my wheelhouse. I loved sex without strings. “Nope. But you seem a little—unsure.”
“No. I mean, this might be my new favorite thing. I’ve clearly been missing out.” She shrugged as she pulled the blanket over her waist. “I just wasn’t sure what we do next.”
I used my hand to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. “What would you like to do?”
“Well, I’d like to finish off this fling with a bang. Literally and figuratively.” Her cheeks turned bright pink. “I mean, we’re here. We’ve already got the ball rolling, right?”
Damn. Emilia Taylor was fucking cute as hell. Something I normally didn’t find attractive, but watching her all flushed and frustrated about whether or not we were going to fuck was damn cute.
I didn’t need to answer. I’d already made it clear that I wanted her. She’d just said she wanted me, too.
There was too much talking.
Not enough fucking.
I pushed to my feet and let my pants and briefs fall to the floor. Her eyes widened, and I tore my sweater over my head. She started to remove her sweater as well, and I crawled toward her on the bed, my gaze locking with hers.
“I’ll be peeling the rest of your clothing off so I can see your perfect tits.” I motioned for her to raise her arms as I slowlylifted her sweater over her head and tossed it on the floor. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined these tits of yours?”
She shook her head no as I let one of the straps of her bra fall down her shoulder, and then the next. I covered one breast with my mouth, right over the lacy fabric of her bra, and sucked.
Hard.
She gasped and arched into me as I lowered the fabric even more and flicked her hard peak with my tongue. I unsnapped her bra and let it fall on the bed as she fell back, and I hovered above her, licking and sucking her pink nipples.
