Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story)

Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) by LK Collins

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Authors: LK Collins
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for his jeans again. This time I get them unbuttoned and slide the zipper down. Troy’s notable erection is waiting for me, straining against his black Hugo Boss boxer briefs. I slide his jeans down and he steps out of them. Both of us are watching one another, our eyes never faltering although our breathing is ragged. “Take your bra off,” he commands.
    Reaching behind me, I unclasp the cream and black lace bra, my favorite, and let it fall to the floor. The moment Troy’s eyes leave mine, he pursues me, walking me backwards to the bed and guiding me down onto the soft fabric. It’s messy, but it’s not what’s underneath me that matters. It’s what’s on top of me.
    He doesn’t waste a moment becoming acquainted with my body. Touching everywhere, and then grabbing each of my breasts with his hands, moving them to his mouth to kiss and suck on them. Oh fuck. His mouth causes my sex to tighten in zeal. I can’t help my hands as they explore his body. He has no chest hair, and as I reach into the back of his boxer briefs, he looks at me. Jesus, his ass is something else – it’s so firm, yet soft. I grip and massage him trying to keep things slow, but I can’t. I need to feel him. I want more of him, so I snake my hands around to the front and clutch his shaft with one hand. God, it’s velvety soft. I take his balls in my other hand and begin playing with him, stroking his shaft and massaging in unison. “Oh…Fuck…Touch me just like that,” he says biting his bottom lip and moving his hips in the rhythm of my hand.
    “So soft,” I murmur.
    Troy removes his boxers so he’s now completely naked and I lean up to get a better look at him. “You wanna see my cock, Bridge?”
    Nodding my head, I lay back down as Troy moves on his knees and comes to my face. He presents me with his throbbing dick and I look over his size. I’m completely satisfied with what I see and I need to know it better, so I lean up wrapping my plump lips around the stiff end. Taking my time, I kiss and suck, teasing only the tip. Troy moans once I start moving. Threading his fingers into my hair, he helps to guide me up and down him; he’s so gentle, yet he’s not. I’m trapped below him; his knees are on either side of my shoulders. Just as I get in my rhythm and really begin to move, he snakes his hand inside my panties, separating my wet folds, and begins pleasuring me.
    His touch is too much and I stop, spreading my legs wide, relishing in the feeling of his expert fingers. “Mmm, you’re nice and wet. Is it for me, baby?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Good. Why don’t you suck my cock some more?”
    I follow his command, keeping our eyes linked, but Troy only lets me get about three more good sucks in before he pulls out of my mouth. “You know, I’ve never come in anyone’s mouth. With lips likes yours, you might be my first.”
    Excuse me? How has he never come from oral sex? I’m definitely making it my mission to be his first. Before I can fantasize any longer, he’s removing my underwear, taking his time, letting me feel every one of his fingers as they skim down my legs. As he glides his warm hands back up, he’s focusing on one thing and one thing only. “Motherfucker,” he murmurs under his breath.
    Smirking up at him I ask, “You like?”
    “Oh fuck, yes. I can’t wait to taste you.”
    Watching Troy go down on me has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. He kisses everywhere he can, before placing his tongue in my slit, moving it up and down from top to bottom again and again. I run my fingers through his hair, loving the feeling. As Troy gets a good grip on my legs, he settles down on the bed and begins to move. There is a blissful suction holding him to me, and although my body writhes and I fight coming with everything I have… goddamn he’s… quickly I let go, losing control and coming hard. Troy holds me to him as I spasm. My heart is racing in my chest so fast I swear he can feel it. I’m

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