Hungry for More (2012) (14 page)

“I…” she couldn’t begin to tell him what she wanted, but her hands- which had found their way onto his shoulders, were clenching restlessly in the fabric of his shirt.

“I know, sweetheart…I know…” 

She heard him put the strawberry down. Then his fingers were behind her head, unknotting the blindfold. Bridget blinked for a moment into the bright light of the kitchen, and then she found Paul’s face.

She couldn’t have imagined, in a million years, that the stormy look in his eyes was meant for her- but she couldn’t doubt it now. It was hungry, and potent and…
intent.

Bridget shivered when Paul reached for her face again. He gently cradled her cheek and forc
ed
her to meet his gaze.

“Bridget…” he rasped.

She nodded her head, her eyes full of questions that she didn’t dare to ask- but which Paul answered when he spoke again.

“I want to take you to bed.”

Her breath hitched. She was shocked by the bald statement- but also, undeniably aroused. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, and she noticed, for the first time, the wetness that was pooling between her legs.

“Paul…”

He didn’t release his hold on her face.

“Tell me you want it…” he asked, continuing to stroke her cheek. “Please…”

“I do,” she whispered back.

Paul smiled warmly, and then dabbed a kiss on her lips. She met his gaze again. His dark eyes were practically glowing, reminding her of two smoldering coals. Her body was like flash paper against their heat. There was a
hot pulse of warmth in her womb
that dripped through her entire body as he took her hand and led her down the hall.

Bridget had never been inside Paul’s room. She had glimpsed it from the doorway a dozen times, but never stepped across the threshold, so it felt foreign and forbidden when she was finally ushered inside.

Like the rest of the house, it was of clean and minimalist design. The plain white carpet and duvet, and the bleached-wood furnishings were so slick and impersonal that they might have been in a hotel- although she admitted that nothing fancy was required. The focus of the room was the wall of glass that lined one side of the room, a giant window that looked out into the night. The curtains were open, displaying the glittering spires of the city beyond.

Paul’s apartment faced the park, so there weren’t any buildings close enough to peek in. Still, Bridget felt wickedly exposed. She couldn’t help but balk when Paul reached for the top button of her shirt.

“No!” she yelped, clenching at the fabric, suddenly humiliated by the thought of Paul seeing her body. “I-!”

“Trust me, Bridge…” Paul said, in a soothing whisper. He covered her hands with his own, and pushed them to her side. “Trust me…It will be worth it- I swear.”

She
wanted
to trust him! Bridget hoped that he understood- but it was torture to simply stand the
re as his fingers slipped
the buttons of her blouse
loose
. She couldn’t bear to watch as he stripped the fabric away- and so she gasped in shock when she felt his lips against her skin.

“You are so beautiful,” Paul said reverently as he dabbed kisses just above the edge of her bra. “Just how I thought you would be.”

Bridget’s eyes began to water when she heard his words. How could he not be repulsed!

“I wish I was…” she answered back, her voice choking on a quiet sob. The effect was immediate. Paul’s head snapped up- and he looked with disbelief at the moisture that had started to slid
e
down her cheeks.

“What are you talking about?!?” he demanded, and honestly sounded surprised! He put a hand on either side of her face, and forced
her
to look into his eyes. “You’re perfect!” he insisted, punctuating his words with a heavy, possessive kiss.

“But-!”

“Bridget, you’re perfect for me.”

He honestly meant it! Bridget began to cry in earnest when she realized that fact. She hated to spoil such an unbelievable moment, but she couldn’t hold her emotions in. It wouldn’t last- infatuations never did. Someday- perhaps someday soon- Paul would realize that he was blind, but at least he had given her this moment
.
For the first time in far too long, she thought that the words might be a little bit true.

“Sweetheart?” he whispered in concern as the tears continued to drip down her face. He seemed to not know what to do. “Are you not ready?”

“No!” she blurted- and then quickly corrected, “I mean yes…yes, of course I am. I just…Oh, Paul! I don’t deserve you!”

“Shhhh!” he silenced her again. He laid a finger against her lips- and then quickly replaced it with his mouth, smothering any final protests she might have beneath a deliberate and devastating kiss. “Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he groaned against her skin, continuing to bathe it in kisses as he stripped away her pants. “
Amazing
,” he rasped, when he finally removed her bra and scooped out her breasts. “God…”

Paul’s eyes rolled back into his head as he began to squeeze and fondle the heavy mounds. Bridget swayed against him, brushing her hips against his. A shudder ran through her body when she felt the hard shaft of his cock straining against the front of his pants.

He took away her panties next, leaving her completely naked and open to his view- a fact of which he took full advantage. She wondered at how his gaze could feel like a touch, heavy and scorching as it swept across her ample curves.

“Now you?” she said timidly, and reached for his collar- but Paul was edging her back.

Bridget yelped in surprise as she tumbled back onto his mattress. Then Paul crawled over her body, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“What-?” she asked, and then thought she knew the answer when she noted his wicked smile. He shared a look that lasted only a second, and then he began to rain down kisses again. His breath tickled her skin when he spoke. “I didn’t get to finish dessert.”

“Dessert?” her voice was broken and unsteady as another shiver coursed through her frame. Paul’s lips were moving lower, down her ribs, and the soft swell of her stomach, her hips…and then onto her thighs. He teased her for a moment, nipping at the tender skin, before he finally nuzzled the dark triangle of hair above them.

“I want to taste you, Bridge…I want to know if you’re as sweet as you look.”

“Paul!” she could only scream his name as he finally claimed his prize. Using his wickedly nimble fingers, he parted the lips of her sex. Then the slick muscle of his tongue darted out of his mouth, and he rubbed against her throbbing sex. “Oh!” she choked- earning a satisfied laugh. “I want you louder than that,” he answered- and then began to work in earnest. His tongue made three heavy passes across the tingling button, and then he touched her even more deeply. He peeled apart the rosy bud, and then pressed the tip of his tongue into its center. The effect was like an electric shock. Bridget’s body arched off the bed.

“Oh,
God
!” she groaned, fingers clutching wildly in his hair as he continued to drench her in pleasure so intent that it was almost pain. His technique was firm and methodical- and devastating. There was no reliance on brute force or speed. Every touch was deliberate.  “I can’t!” Bridget whimpered as he continued his attentions. She knew that she was going to break. Her body was already twitching in warning. Bridget would buckle soon. “Paul!”

He didn’t stop to answer. Bridget made a strangled cry as her body finally broke. Her head was tossing madly and her hands clutched on to Paul. “That was-!” she panted, three or four times before she finally gave up.

Paul crawled back up her body. He smiled and then shook his head.

“That wasn’t anything…baby, it’s not over yet.”

“It’s not?” she puffed, and watched, her body still clenching, her eyes riveted on Paul as he quickly stripped away his clothes. 

Bridget wished that she was up to the task of undressing him herself, but she still felt dizzy and weak from the intensity of her orgasm.  She didn’t trust her trembling fingers, and besides, watching wasn’t exactly a hardship.  Paul was magnificent, of course, she had known that he would be, his body was sleek and toned.  She never would have imagined that working in a kitchen could have given him such a physique, but he was obviously doing something right-
very
right by the looks of things!

“Now sweetheart, let me inside,” he whispered thickly.

“Yes!” Bridget gasped, greedy to have him penetrate her body. She clutched at his broad shoulders as he settled between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock against her over-stimulated sex. 

Bridget whimpered and moaned, pushing herself up onto her elbows so that she could catch a glimpse of him before he slowly started to sink inside her.

Paul swore raggedly.  Bridget wasn’t sure if it was a curse or command. 

She couldn’t respond to his words, not with speech of her own anyway.  Her body fluttered dangerously, struggling in its efforts to accept the sweet invasion of his flesh.  She hadn’t realized just how empty she had felt until he filled her!  It was overwhelming.

Paul was being similarly affected.  He had imagined this moment for so long, but now that it was actua
lly here it surpassed even the
wild
est
of his fantasies.  She fit him so perfectly.  He had never had another woman quite like
her
. 

“Oh baby,” he grunted, moving slowly, deliberately, creating a heavy, devastating friction between their bodies.

Bridget sobbed, grasping at him with her nails desperately.  He loved how wild she looked with her bright eyes, tousled hair, and flushed skin, never having fully recovered from her first taste of ecstasy. 
“Paul!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he groaned, pressing his lips against every patch of sweet creamy skin that he could reach. 

Paul hoped that Bridge
t
wouldn’t judge his stamina on tonight’s first effort.  He had wanted her for so long, been waiting, anticipating this moment for days, if not weeks, that he wasn’t sure he could rely on his typically excellent control to hold for very long!  He had wanted to explode the second that he sheathed himself inside her body.

“Come for me again?” he hissed.

Bridget shook her head weakly.  “I can’t-” she puffed.  “I never-” 

She had never had a lover who had brought her to climax twice during one lovemaking session.  She had alternated between blaming them for being selfish and blaming herself for never being able to relax and enjoy herself.  She didn’t seem to be having that problem with Paul though!

He slicked his hand between her legs whispering erotic words of encouragement as he nudged her towards a second peak.

“Paul!” she screamed his name, catching his grin of triumph before her eyes squeezed shut in response to the delicious sensations erupting inside her feminine core. 

It was far too much for Paul to endure.  He
buried
himself inside her body a final time and then broke.

Dimly, through the haze of her own pleasure, Bridget felt Paul find his own release.  She cracked her eyes ope
n a fraction and relished the s
ight of him taking pleasure from her body!

It wasn’t difficult for a man to find such pleasure though…
she remembered Richard telling her something along those lines during one of their fights, but she tried desperately to push that poisonous memory aside.  She didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment!

Paul groaned something unintelligible and lowered his weight onto Bridget’s body.  She welcomed the burden of him greedily, savoring the contact while it lasted; it wouldn’t last long.  He would ask her to leave soon, or fall asleep and leave her to sneak away.  For now though, she could simply enjoy holding him close.

“Oh, sweetheart, that was amazing,” he grunted, kissing the side of her neck, stroking his fingers gently over her face.

“Yes,” Bridget whispered, daring to touch him back, to stroke her fingers through his hair. 

Paul grinned down at her and kissed her cheek, rolling to her side, so that she wouldn’t be squashed by his weight.  She felt bereft without him though, empty and uncertain. 

When she heard his breathing fall into a deep, steady rhythm, Bridget shifted her body towards the edge of the bed.  She was just making to get up and leave when Paul’s strong arm circled around her and pull
ed
her back against his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to my own room?” she whispered hesitantly.

“No,” Paul growled, holding her close, as though she was precious to him.  “This is where you sleep now,” he murmured, wrapping her up in his arm, hooking a leg over her hips, as though he was afraid that she might make another attempt to leave.  “This is where you belong.”

Chapter 11

Bridget awoke slowly, reluctant to leave her dreams. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had slept so deeply, or so peacefully. Her mind was still hazy and slow as her senses came into focus one by one. She heard the pattering of rain on the window, smelled an intriguing, spicy fragrance , felt…
kisses
?