him.”
“Good looking guy. I thought it was funny he went right for Lindy. You’re sure he doesn’t know about us?”
“Not as far as I know. He thinks I’ve given up on women.”
Bridget sighed and twisted her head to the side and puckered, her eyes still closed. “If he only knew,” she said after he kissed her.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “He thinks my biggest problem is I don’t get laid enough.”
“I don’t think you do either, but I come by as often as I can. But when you do get some, you make up for it.”
“Oh?”
“Oh…yeah,” she purred, making him chuckle.
“You liked last night?”
“Oh…yeah,” she purred again and then smiled. “You make me come so goddamn hard sometimes.” She paused and then her smile grew wider. “I love it.”
As he watched, her smile faded. “What?” he asked quietly.
“I’m going to miss this. Us. How you make me feel.”
“Me too,” he whispered. He should have broken it off after she told him she had accepted Terry’s wedding proposal, but she had wanted to continue and, in truth, so had he. He wanted her, desperately, but she obviously didn’t want him for more than a plaything or she wouldn’t have accepted Terry’s proposal, or at least would have broken off the wedding by now. She had talked about Terry at the beginning, open and honest about how he didn’t do it for her in the bedroom like he did. Then he proposed, less than two months after they had become intimate. Terry seemed like a good man, a caring man who would treat her well. Stiles wanted her to be happy and secure, and though the thought of her in another man’s arms cut him like a knife, he knew Terry could give her a life he never could. At that time, he had only an inkling that she was different and not just another fuck buddy, so he sucked it up and tried to enjoy what time they had left together. Over the next several months his feelings for her became clear and now, as the wedding drew near, knowing she would be forever lost to him was nearly more than he could bear.
“You okay?” she asked softly, watching his face as his eyes became profoundly sad.
“Yeah. Just thinking how empty and cold my bed is going to be without you in it.”
She stared at him and wondered what he meant. At times he seemed so sad she was getting married, and said things that made her wonder what would happen if she were to break off the wedding and beg him to stay with her. But he had never asked her leave Terry and never once said he cared for her. Sometimes she thought she could see something in his eyes, like now, but then it would pass and she wouldn’t be sure she had seen anything it at all.
She wanted to stay with Stiles and share his bed each night, but she knew Terry loved her, and she loved him, as well, or thought she did. When she met him he seemed perfect, and all her friends told her how lucky she was and how happy she was going to be. It wasn’t until after she met Stiles that she realized how empty that life would be. Terry was a kind and gentle man, and would make a good husband, but she wanted more than just a good husband. She realized too late that the passion she felt for Stiles would never be present for Terry because Terry didn’t display the passion for her that Stiles did. She needed the heat from her lover to make her own passions roar.
She had started to tell Stiles many times over the last several months that she loved him and wanted to stay with him, but stopped each time before uttering the words, afraid of rejection, afraid she was throwing away what right just because Stiles tickled her libido in a way her future husband couldn’t. If only Terry could make her feel like Stiles did, making love to her with reckless abandon as if he couldn’t control himself.
“I’m here now,” she said softly.
“I see that.”
“I’ll have to go soon.”
“I know.”
She
“Good looking guy. I thought it was funny he went right for Lindy. You’re sure he doesn’t know about us?”
“Not as far as I know. He thinks I’ve given up on women.”
Bridget sighed and twisted her head to the side and puckered, her eyes still closed. “If he only knew,” she said after he kissed her.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “He thinks my biggest problem is I don’t get laid enough.”
“I don’t think you do either, but I come by as often as I can. But when you do get some, you make up for it.”
“Oh?”
“Oh…yeah,” she purred, making him chuckle.
“You liked last night?”
“Oh…yeah,” she purred again and then smiled. “You make me come so goddamn hard sometimes.” She paused and then her smile grew wider. “I love it.”
As he watched, her smile faded. “What?” he asked quietly.
“I’m going to miss this. Us. How you make me feel.”
“Me too,” he whispered. He should have broken it off after she told him she had accepted Terry’s wedding proposal, but she had wanted to continue and, in truth, so had he. He wanted her, desperately, but she obviously didn’t want him for more than a plaything or she wouldn’t have accepted Terry’s proposal, or at least would have broken off the wedding by now. She had talked about Terry at the beginning, open and honest about how he didn’t do it for her in the bedroom like he did. Then he proposed, less than two months after they had become intimate. Terry seemed like a good man, a caring man who would treat her well. Stiles wanted her to be happy and secure, and though the thought of her in another man’s arms cut him like a knife, he knew Terry could give her a life he never could. At that time, he had only an inkling that she was different and not just another fuck buddy, so he sucked it up and tried to enjoy what time they had left together. Over the next several months his feelings for her became clear and now, as the wedding drew near, knowing she would be forever lost to him was nearly more than he could bear.
“You okay?” she asked softly, watching his face as his eyes became profoundly sad.
“Yeah. Just thinking how empty and cold my bed is going to be without you in it.”
She stared at him and wondered what he meant. At times he seemed so sad she was getting married, and said things that made her wonder what would happen if she were to break off the wedding and beg him to stay with her. But he had never asked her leave Terry and never once said he cared for her. Sometimes she thought she could see something in his eyes, like now, but then it would pass and she wouldn’t be sure she had seen anything it at all.
She wanted to stay with Stiles and share his bed each night, but she knew Terry loved her, and she loved him, as well, or thought she did. When she met him he seemed perfect, and all her friends told her how lucky she was and how happy she was going to be. It wasn’t until after she met Stiles that she realized how empty that life would be. Terry was a kind and gentle man, and would make a good husband, but she wanted more than just a good husband. She realized too late that the passion she felt for Stiles would never be present for Terry because Terry didn’t display the passion for her that Stiles did. She needed the heat from her lover to make her own passions roar.
She had started to tell Stiles many times over the last several months that she loved him and wanted to stay with him, but stopped each time before uttering the words, afraid of rejection, afraid she was throwing away what right just because Stiles tickled her libido in a way her future husband couldn’t. If only Terry could make her feel like Stiles did, making love to her with reckless abandon as if he couldn’t control himself.
“I’m here now,” she said softly.
“I see that.”
“I’ll have to go soon.”
“I know.”
She
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