The Maids Adventures chapter 5 part 2

The Maids Adventures chapter 5 part 2

Instead of answering she felt him move his head obligingly upwards, but only about an inch. Hot breath across her sensitive flesh was her only warning and then his mouth was on her in the most embarrassingly intimate way possible. It felt wonderful. Bridget gasped, her back arching as her fingers clutched at his hair, no longer trying to pull him away but because she needed something firm to hold onto as his tongue slipped between her tender swollen lips, teasing them the same way he did her mouth when they kissed.

Pushing her thighs wider apart, he opened her to his questing mouth, licking her and nibbling at her soft folds. She couldn't stop the rising moans as she moved her hips up and down against his lips, his tongue probing her hole in the most delicious way. Tugging at his hair, she found herself wanting more, wanting him inside of her. Instead his mouth moved upwards slightly and sucked the sensitive pearl of her womanhood into his mouth. Bridget could no longer hold back her impassioned cries as waves of pleasure washed over her, her womanhood flaring with hot bliss as her insides fluttered and expanded, a spreading pool of satisfaction emanating outwards.

Then Garrett's mouth was on hers, even as she trembled in the aftershocks of her climax, his breeches open and the blunt tip of his erection probing her sensitive flesh. Her fingers were still entwined in his hair as he kissed her deeply, the musky taste of her honey spreading through her mouth and arousing her further was the smell and taste of herself was an aphrodisiac. With his hands on her hips, Garrett held her in place as he began to push into her body, keeping her from pushing her hips upwards and hurrying his journey to her core. That small act of dominance only flared her need further, her grasping cunt trying to suck him inwards and fill her in the way her body craved.

Greedy for his touch, Bridget ran her hands down Garrett's muscle rippled back, feeling the weight and heat of him pressing against her, pressing inside of her. She brought her hands down to the small of his back, pulling at him and urging him onwards.

"Little minx," he said, groaning as he broke off the kiss, pulling his mouth away from her swollen lips to land fiery kisses across her collarbone. Bridget writhed beneath him. Her skin felt so much more sensitive in the wake of her release. The sensual urges that he'd awoken in her had in no way dwindled after her first climax at his mouth, in the way that eating a bite of a pastry only led her to want the whole thing before she could be satisfied.

"Garrett," she murmured, her voice throaty with desire, his name like a caress across his skin as she arched her back upwards, impaling herself further upon him. "Garrett...."

He plunged forward, like a stallion into a gallop, sinking into her to the hilt. The unexpected thrust left Bridget gasping as she was completely filled, her eager walls pulsing against his rod as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion into her body. A shocking sense of power flared over her as she realized that his roughness had been in reaction to her moaning his name, that his passions could be controlled by her. At the same time, once his desires were unleashed, she lost all control as well.

Moving powerfully above her, Garrett began a steady thrusting, almost designed to drive her wild as he slowly slipped out of her almost completely, rubbing just the end of him back and forth until she was nearly frantic to be feel him filling her sheathe again, and then falling forward on top of her, pressing their bodies together and grinding himself erotically against her feminine flesh as she writhed in abject enjoyment of being filled to bursting, before slowly pulling back out of her. Her accompanying whimpers and moans only seemed to entice him to further tortures as he bent forward and nibbled at her breasts, tugging on the ripe cherries of her nipples between his teeth.

Garrett not only ravished her body, he ravaged her sensibilities, her emotions. It was almost as if he was worshiping her body, and she couldn't help but feel beautiful and desirable, even though she knew that he was also using her for his own pleasure. Their combined passion felt somehow meaningful, as if she was more than just a vessel for his cock.

Brazenly she let her nails trail up his back, digging in slightly, rewarded as his back arched and his hips plunged forward into her. Bridget wrapped her legs more securely around him, holding him against her even as he tried to pull away and Garrett let out a small chuckle. Grasping her legs, he pulled them apart and hooked his arms underneath them, folding her in half the same way Samuel had when he'd taken her ass, but Garrett's cock stayed firmly encased in her womanhood. This new position allowed him even deeper into her body and she moaned at the incredible sensation of him probing even further into her snug sheathe. It also kept her from being able to wrap her legs around him, even a little, but she no longer needed to.

As she looped her arms around his neck, Garrett began a slow, steady thrusting in and out of her splayed cunt, only taking a moment and grinding himself, against her every time their bodies were joined. Bridget gasped and moaned, twining her hands into his hair as his mouth came down on hers, drinking in her cries as the fire in her belly was stoked higher and higher, no longer teased and tantalized, but fueled with the rhythm of his movements. His tongue delved into her mouth, taking her the same way his cock was plunging into her core. Kissing him back furiously, Bridget moved as much as she was able beneath him, trying to meet him thrust for thrust. Her inner muscles clenched, pleasuring both of them with increased friction as he pummeled her.

The burgeoning explosion in her core coiled and snapped, her screams of ecstasy muffled by his lips and mouth as he rode her through her pleasure, sending her higher and higher as each ripples of pleasure coursed through her spamming body. The walls of her cunt convulsed around his hard length as he moved faster, harder, the rough planes of his groin slamming against her engorged pearl and sending her flying.
Bridget was completely at his mercy as the sensations overwhelmed her, unable to stop the incredible waves of rising bliss that were almost too much to bear.
She was wind-tossed on the surf, cresting and falling over and over as Garrett slammed into her again and again.

Her nails scored his back, his shoulders, his chest, and she screamed her glory as he exploded inside of her, pulsating jets of cream filling her to the brim as he held himself tightly against her. The sensation of his own release was almost too much for Bridget and she found herself almost sobbing with the aftershocks of intense pleasure as his body slowly came to rest on top of her, tension and energy seeping out of both of them

Garrett's weight was almost suffocating and then he rolled off of her. Despite the fact that she'd had trouble breathing beneath him, she almost missed him immediately.
Then he pulled her into his arms, cradling her, and that strange sense of being comforted and safe returned. The sore, satisfied ache between her legs made her sigh with happiness. This was so different from the aftermath with Blaine and Samuel. It made her want to do something for Garrett.

For a few minutes she allowed herself to lay in sleepy satisfaction in his arms. He stroked her back and murmured soft words that she couldn't quite hear into the top of her head, occasionally brushing his lips over her forehead. Experimentally she rubbed her hand over his chest, finding his nipple, so much smaller than her own, and rubbing it. She could feel the reaction in his body as his stomach and chest muscles tightened the rumble as he chuckled, and then his lips brushed over her forehead again.

"What are you doing?" he asked, softly still but loud enough that she could hear him.

"Exploring," she said as a matter-of-fact.

He laughed but didn't stop her. Leaning forward she took his nipple into her mouth and enjoyed his soft gasp. Flicking her tongue over the tiny tip, she rubbed her hand down the side of his body, feeling the lean muscles tensing and relaxing under her touch. He muttered something under his breath again and she released his nipple from her mouth.

Does that feel good?

Very probably at least as good as when I do it to you, he said, his voice almost teasing.

"Very good indeed," she murmured, and leaned forward to kiss his chest again, not just his nipple this time. The hair on his chest got in her way someway, but she found that she liked rubbing her cheek against the rough texture. And that doing so made him laugh at her antics. His laughter was warm and cozy and she enjoyed being the reason for it. He chuckled again when she pushed him onto his back and began exploring his chest with her mouth and hands, wanting to feel more of him.

Slowly she began to kiss down his body, the same way he had to her. Below his chest his hair was much sparser, except for a long line down the center of his lower belly, from his belly button to his groin. The bottom of his ribs, right where the last bone was before he became all hard muscle, was extremely sensitive to her mouth and tongue, and so she even tried nibbling at that area with her teeth. Garrett gasped and groaned as her explorations became more enthusiastic, seeming to enjoy her curiosity.

To be continued