Finding Bridgewater

Chapter 24-Bedroom

May 22, 2022

The front door is barely shut before I'm being pushed up against it. Our mouths meeting in a heated kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies, touching anything we can reach.

James lifts me up and I instantly wrap my legs around his waist. His hands stop me when I reach for his shirt. I immediately pull back, not wanting to do something he isn't comfortable with.

"I want you. No, I need you, in my bed tonight." He breaks the kiss to look in my eyes. "I need to have you in my bed." I nod and that's all he needs before he carries me up the stairs, not wasting a second.

As soon as the door to the bedroom is kicked open he tosses me on the bed. I yelp, landing comfortably in the middle of the mattress. We race to take off our clothes, needing to touch each other again.

Our lips meet as James rolls on a condom and enters me in a quick thrust. I moan into his mouth, arching up to meet his hips. My hands roam down his body, finding his ass and pushing him into me further, needing him more than I need my next breath of air.

His lips find the pulse point on my neck, nibbling just hard enough to hurt before kissing the sting away. "Harder," I urge. He pushes harder, his pubic bone brushing against my clit, sending me over the edge. I moan, James's mouth moving to catch it, our lips melting together again before he flips me over so I'm on my knees.

He re-enters me at a new angle that has me seeing stars. I arch my back and push into him, meeting his thrusts. James leans forward to bite my ear lobe, whispering dirty words. I scream out my praise, overwhelmed by all of the sensations I'm feeling. In a matter of minutes I am ready to come again.

I roll my nipple between my fingers, sending me over the edge again, drawing James's orgasm from him. We come together, our moans colliding in the air.

We collapse on the bed, breathing heavily and sweaty. I look over and can't help the glee from spreading through me at the satisfaction on James's face.

"We make a good team," I huff, still struggling to keep my breath. A smile breaks out onto James's face, his eyes still closed. My heart expands with happiness, threatening to explode at the sight.

I'm laying on the couch when James comes downstairs in just his boxers, stopping to look at me sprawled out as I waited for him to get out of them shower after he thoroughly fucked me 3 more times. "You look good in my shirt," he drawls, his eyes staring at the spot his shirt stops at my thigh.

I chuckle and move over for him, before eating at the space between us, cuddling in close to his side. "What movie did you pick?" He kisses my hair and kicks his legs up on the table.

This is my first time picking a movie since our Truth and Dare game, so I have to make it count. "Titanic," I hold up my finger, "and before you complain, it's a romantic tragedy. NOT a rom-com."

He laughs, "I wasn't going to complain," he shrugs. "I think I Iike trying out new things." I spin to look at him.

"What was new this time?" He looks down at me.

"Having sex in my bed." My jaw drops...

"Wait, you've never..." I trail off, because what the hell. He just casually drops a bomb like that on me, leaving me stuttering like a fool.

"Nope," he brushes his hand up my thigh.

"Why?"

He shrugs, "I guess I wanted it to be special. Wanted it to be with the right person." I kiss his cheek, not able to form words to respond. I turn back toward the tv, still trying to process that piece of information.

"Now you've done it 5 times," I say after a few minutes, it being the only thought I can form into words at the moment.

"All in one night too," I hear the smirk in his voice as he rests his cheek on my head, and sighs with contentment. I couldn't agree more.