The Bridge Read Free

forced his lips
from mine and allowed me to breathe deeply.
    Under the illusion I was still in control of
my body, I sighed in simple relief when he moved from my face to my
chest. Breasts have never been a big deal to me. My nipples usually
are too sensitive to be of use in any sexual manner. One gentle
lick released his dogged force and I could stop the tide of orgasm
rising in my body. I welcomed his lips to my nipples with a smile
on my face.
    The bite hurt; it hurt so good I couldn’t
believe I had missed this all my life. He gripped by breast with
his teeth sinking in my nipple, stretching the whole of my breast
with his mouth as he pulled away from my body.
    This fickle man knew my secrets. He knew the
lustful remnants of ecstacy buried in my body so deep I didn’t know
they existed. How he knew mystified me. Could he have seen me in
some other world? Were we lovers in a previous life? The questions
bounced around my mind and distracted me so much that his lips
touching my clit startled me.
    The tongue that started this whole chain
delved into my most sacred place. I couldn’t stop the short,
staccato breaths, the only air feeding my lungs. The more I wanted
to breathe, the quicker he licked, keeping my breath in time with
his stokes.
    With all this attention coming from his
mouth, I almost forgot about his damned fingers rubbing my inner
pleasure. Perhaps he had removed them some time before, but I
hadn’t noticed. All I knew was he had his pussy juice-soaked
fingers gripping my nipple tightly, rubbing it between his thumb as
my back arched in disbelief that any man, regardless of previous
experience, could elevate my primal sexual world to such
heights.
    I tightened my muscles to stop the
unavoidable result. The first orgasm rolled through my hips and
along my spine. A small rivulet rolled from my cunt and across my
ass. The panting turned to deep breaths and heaving chests. The
wave of orgasm settled into a comfortable resolution of
satisfaction and cold chills.
    But the bastard didn’t stop. The continued
stimulus kept my body on the edge of sanity only with me bucking my
hips wildly and uncontrolled laughter. Only after the ticklish
waves subsided did I realize just how turned on I still was. I
wanted to feel his fingers dancing across my pussy. I needed to
feel his fingers pinching my nipples. I wanted it all.
    On any other clear night, I would have stared
at the stars in hopes of finding some meaning in nature, but this
night, I couldn’t focus on anything but my natural carnal
instincts.
    The smell of my own juices hung in the
stubble on his face. The sweet taste of my own juice rolled around
my taste buds as he forced his tongue back in my mouth. I had never
tasted my own liquid sex, nor had I wanted to. He never asked what
I wanted. He knew what I needed and forced it on me. But I tasted
sweet.
    I wanted to taste him. Slowly, I lowered my
hand to his waist, waiting for some sign he wanted me to stop. He
didn’t interfere. The strain to force my hand past his waistband
and belt slowed my progress. Breaking away from his kiss to remove
his pants, the overwhelming desire to hold his cock in my mouth
gave me the strength I needed to pull away from his grip.
    The acrid smell of his loins hit me when his
pants rolled to his knees. Clamoring through the thick cover of
male hormones brought my senses into focus. Encouraged by the salty
brine dripping down hi dick, I slid his manhood down my throat.
    The saline taste hung in my throat like his
musky smell hung in the air. It caught me by surprise. His girth
filled by mouth and stretched my jaws to their limit.
    The dark circles of his eyes fixated on my
lips when he plunged his dick into my throat. He didn’t moan. He
didn’t react. The man was a stone statue accepting all that I could
give him without a whimper. The only indication he knew I was with
him was his rock hard erection.
    When my ration of cock sucking was over, he
again forced my breasts into the