“His puppy stage may last forever. They say Goldens really never outgrow this stage.” I wince thinking about the mayhem he could create.
“I’m not worried about that. Go get ready for this surprise you have in store for me. My palms are already itching to see what you’re giving me.” I turn around to face him, looping my arms around his neck before saying, “I think you’ll like what you’ll find.” He’s giving me the perfect opportunity to make this exactly how I want it.
Taylor, that woman, she’s the best. We texted earlier this morning, and she was definitely my sounding board when I told her how I wanted to seduce Bridger. Now, I’m getting my chance. I give Bridger a quick kiss on the corner of his lips, knowing if I linger much longer, I’ll never leave.
“I’m sure I will.” The smack on my ass as I leave sends shivers down my spine.
It takes me no time to walk upstairs and to the master bedroom. There wasn’t any doubt in my mind that my things would be in his room. The way we took to each other, clinging after all the orgasms we wrung dry from one another, it’s like we’ve been building up to this since we meet.
“Where is it?” I murmur as I start going through one of the four bags I packed. “Could you have packed any more, Kellie Marie Bennett?” I go through two more bags before I find exactly what I’m looking for. When Taylor said, Wear something that’s true to yourself but makes him go crazy, I knew exactly what to wear. The knee-high socks are perfect to go along with my white tank top that’s practically see through, highlighting what I know will make Bridger lose his mind. I pair it with a pair of boy short panties before I shove everything in the master closet, pull the covers back, and sit on the bed, trying to find the perfect position to look appealing but also be comfortable in.
At first, I sit with my legs out in front of me, crossed at the ankles, posed on my elbows. That didn’t seem right, so I switched to a kneeling position where my legs are spread in a wide formation, giving him a view that will no doubt shock the shit out of him when he walks in, and my hands are placed on my knees. When I chose the panties I’m wearing, I knew he’d see every inch of me in the white cotton. The dirty thoughts that have been on replay in my mind have me beyond wet, no doubt soaking the fabric and giving Bridger a very nice view.
I hear his soft footsteps come up the stairs. I arch my back, looking at the door, wanting to watch every emotion cross his face.
Bridger’s body appears. I take him in from top to bottom. His jaw is tight, his eyes showing the desire he no doubt has for me. When he licks his lips, it’s enough to cause my nipples to tighten more than they were before. The breath he exhales only proves to me the effect I have on him. His posture is ramrod straight. Those arms I love wrapping around my body are showing off the veins that run down them as his fists clench. My gaze goes further down, and I can see the bulge he’s packing behind his jeans. I’ve had my mouth on every part of his body, much like he’s had his on mine. The whimper that leaves my mouth has him stalking toward me.
“Fuck, sunshine. You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” My eyes watch as his fingertips skate a path from my knee to the inside of my thigh. Goose bumps pebble in his wake. My own breath leaves me. I’m on fire for Bridger with the teasing way he slides around to the edge of my panties, slowly underneath them, but not quite touching where my body yearns for him the most. My eyes may be glued to his fingers, but when I sneak a peek at his face, Bridger’s eyes are glued to my breasts. I swear he’s a boob man, even though he says he’s an everything man when it comes to my body.
“Bridger,” I moan when his thumb finally slides over my clit.
“Is this what you were getting ready for? My hand or my mouth? Or did you really want my cock to finally make you mine?” His voice is deep and husky. I’m not sure who is more affected, me or him.
“I want you, all of you, but most of all, I want you to make love to me, Bridger. I want it to be you, always and only you.”
Bridger’s hand disappears from my center, making me mourn the loss, but I feel his fingertips brush the sides of my stomach. When I realize that he’s pulling my shirt up, I help him by lifting my arms. I should have known what he was after the entire time, the way his hands engulf my breasts, weighing them in the palms of his hands, watching as they move with every ministration of his thumbs playing with my nipples. He once said he could make me orgasm from playing with my nipples alone. Bridger is right. I could come just like this. Not even the clenching of my thighs would be needed.