Page 68 of Other Side Of Never
The stars winked out in the night sky above us.
The water beneath the bed dried.
His lips continued to move in my hair as I grew slick between my thighs.
My need was too great, I’d have to tease him another day.
Shamelessly, I rubbed my ass up and down the hard length of his cock, nestling him in between my cheeks in a race against the sky.
Caught up in the clutches of a sinfully erotic dream about my best friend, I failed to realize the hard cock pressed against my ass in my dream was in fact pressed against my ass.
I came fully awake to my name on his lips.
“Bridget,” Kian rasped, his voice pained.“I’m too much of a gentleman to touch you but fuck me if I’m not gentleman enough to move away.”
He sounded hungry.
For me.
I gasped, arching my back to nestle my ass further into the cradle of his groin.
How long had it been since I’d felt wanted?
My body.
My smart mouth.
“I wish I could help you.”I dropped my chin to my chest, my body quivering with suppressed need.“Kian,” I mewled.
“Let me touch you,” he breathed raggedly in my ear.“Please let me touch you.”
It was a bad idea, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember why.Instead, I reached behind me for his hip to give me leverage as I rocked against him.“Yes.Please.”
His lips hit my neck as his hand swooped down over the curve of my stomach.Plunging into my panties, he cupped my mons eliciting a surprised, unladylike grunt from my lips.
“Put your thigh over mine, Bridget.”
A breathy ‘oh’ escaped my throat.At the sound of that tone in his voice, I readily complied.
No teasing, within seconds Kian zeroed in on his target and gently circled, his touch soft and light, just the way I liked it.
“Tell me if you want it harder or softer, Bridget.Don’t be shy to tell me what you need.”
“You got it right the first time,” I rasped, my hips shifting back and forth, rocking between his fingers and his hard cock.
Finally, his hips flexed.
“Yes,” I praised.
He did it again.“You want this?”
I nodded, my exhale shaky, pelvis tilted back to give him my ass.
“Aw, fuck,” he exclaimed, easing away.“I’m going to come if we keep this up.”
“Kian,” I exclaimed in shock.He was going to leave me like this?
Hauling off the covers, he rolled me onto my back and knelt between my legs, his hair an unruly mess of curls.With both hands at the waistband of my little shorts, he raised his eyebrows.Voice gritty, he challenged, “If you want this, lift your hips.”
