The bodyguard (4)

I’m painfully aching for him, and he can’t wait any longer. He buries his face in my neck and thrusts into me hard. The sensation takes my breath away, sending electricity through my entire body. I gasp, and my hands travel up and down his back.

God, he feels so good. Everything about this man feels so fucking good. I can’t get enough of him. I close my eyes tightly as our movement becomes fast. Dangerously fast. All the teasing and pent-up energy are finally getting relief. Hearing his soft pants and grunts makes every sensation magnified. I love hearing men make sounds when we fuck. It’s sexy as hell.

Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

He rounds his back and thrusts up in a different position. I clench my muscles and moan louder. God, he’s hitting all the right spots, and he knows it. I know because I can see the smile on his face as he slams into me harder and faster while trying to suppress his noises. I’m now panting fast as I arch my back, wanting to feel more and more. My legs start to quiver, and my inner muscles tighten around him. I’m so close already. I never thought one man could make me feel this good. We’ve done this many times, but it still exceeds my expectations every time. Everything about him feels amazing.

I look right into his eyes with my parted lips and flushed cheeks right before I fall apart, tightening my abs and rounding my back as I come. Him watching me as orgasm takes over my body and hearing my moans of pleasure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. I’m completely infatuated with Bruce and everything he does. I guess the feeling is mutual because he puts his hand behind me to cradle my head while I ride it out, my body shaking under him as I scream his name and gently bite his shoulder.

My climax triggered his, and he can’t hold back anymore. He thrusts harder and faster, completely out of rhythm, his breath heavy against my neck. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and every movement makes a small squelchy sound. I move my hips as he continues to slam into me, and that drives him insane. I know because I can see it. He can’t hold it anymore. He crashes his body into me and lets go without another thought, releasing all the pent-up tension with a loud groan.

He keeps up the fast pace, trying to hold on to the sensation as long as possible. I wrap my hands tightly around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist as he rides out, filling me up with everything he has. He eventually slows down his movement, pressing into me a few more times to finish off before he is ready to collapse in satisfaction.

We are both completely out of breath, our chests moving rapidly, cheeks flushed, and bodies sweaty. He lets his body lie on mine, still panting from it all, and I kiss the side of his neck and shoulder.

“That was worth the wait,” I say in a raspy voice.

“That was worth the wait,” he repeats breathlessly, sliding off me and lying beside me.

A while later, we’re stretched out on the pool bed, the soft breeze brushing over my legs and carrying the faint scent of chlorine and blooming flowers. Everything feels slow, like a moment suspended perfectly between breath and heartbeat.

Bruce lies beside me, half turned toward me, his eyes closed like he’s savoring the heat just as much as I am. God, he looks peaceful. Beautiful, even. His lashes cast little shadows on his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth relax in a way that makes my chest tighten in the sweetest, softest ache.

My hand lifts on instinct and I thread my fingers gently through his hair, letting the soft strands slide between them. His hair is warm from the sun, a little messy from our passionate lovemaking, and the texture sends a gentle shiver up my fingertips. He hums under his breath, a tiny, content sound, and it makes something inside me bloom.

I let my touch drift over the curve of his temple, down to the line of his jaw. My thumb traces the faint stubble there, loving the contrast. I don’t even try to hide the smile that pulls at my lips.

He doesn’t open his eyes, just shifts closer, resting his forehead lightly against my shoulder. The soft contact sends heat curling through my chest. His slow, even breath fans across my collarbone. I could stay here forever like this. My dad would faint from anger if he saw us like this, but I don’t care. In any case, it’s his fault for bringing this handsome man into my life.

My other hand glides down his arm, savoring every inch of the solid muscle and the goosebumps that rise where I touch him. The sun paints us both in gold, and his skin glows under my fingertips like it’s been dusted with light.

He finally opens his eyes, just barely, and looks at me like he’s soaking me in. His gaze is soft, hazy with contentment, and I swear my heart stumbles. He leans forward, brushing a lazy kiss against my shoulder. Everything around us feels alive. The pool shimmers, birds chirp in the distance, and a warm breeze brushes over our intertwined legs. But he is the center of it all. The quiet, steady warmth I keep orbiting back to.

I cup his cheek, stroking gently with my thumb. “You look perfect like this,” I whisper, though I’m not even sure if I meant to say it out loud.

He smiles and buries his face a little deeper against my skin. I close my eyes, breathing him in, letting the sun warm every inch of me. I’m not just in love with him. I’m in love with this. With us. With the way the world feels when he’s touching me, even in the quietest ways. And I fall a little deeper.

I know dad will not like it when he finds out, but I will find a way to make us work. I won't give up on Bruce, and I can't give up on what we have. And this cock can only be mine. No one else but me gets to have it.