Page 85 of Trial and Error

“Stay over?” I ask through a pant as his hands travel up my ribs and brush over the underside of my breasts.

Brown eyes meet my own, and I’m absorbed by the amount of love that swirls in the depth of them. The look is raw, open, and filled with affection as he scoops me up against his chest as he stands. My legs lock around his hips as he walks us to my room and sits down on my bed, my body still curled around his.

He reaches up and brushes a stray strand of hair from my face as a doting look settles on his face.

“Anything for you.” I melt into him and take his lips between my own. “Anything for my girl.”

elias

A week later, I wake up feeling both the lightest and heaviest I’ve felt in a while.

Light, because I didn’t realize Bridget telling me she loves me would fill a hole in my chest I didn’t even know was there to begin with. It was rewarding knowing she feels the same way and the invisible string that tethers us together feels like it’s grown stronger.

I hadn’t expected to tell her how I felt so early on, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew it was right. As much as it hurt not hearing her say it back, I knew not to push and let her come to that realization in her own time.

Everything about her is radiant—her personality, her eyes, her smile—and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my lifetime soaking in her brilliance.

On the other hand, I feel heavy because hearing her say this wasn’t how she envisioned this life for herself stirred something deep inside me, and I’m not sure if I want to dig into that right now. It wasn’t something I expected her to say, and I hate how it made me realize how right she was.

I doubt this is something either one of us had thought about when it came to getting married, but it seems like it’s something we’ve settled into and I don’t like how aware it now makes me feel. I’m happy sitting on my little cloud, floating in the air, and not having to worry about the real world, but I’m starting to realize it was a little naive for me to think that way.

Bridget shifts next to me and lets out a quiet moan, her body arching as she stretches her arms over her head. The covers dip, and more of her pale skin becomes exposed, and I feel myself growing hard at the sight. Her blue eyes peek open and a sleepy grin pulls at her lips as she reaches over and pulls me into her chest. Her arms loop lazily over my broad shoulders and my skin prickles as her finger tips dance down my spine.

“Good morning,” I say against her lips, and she hums.

The kiss is slow and lazy, like time is ours and we’ve got a whole lot of it, and I cup her face in my hands as she languidly strokes her tongue against my own.

“Good morning,” she whispers against my mouth. “I love you.”

The words trigger some caveman-like frenzy in me, because my hands move on their own accord, down her body to her hips before I pull her on top of me.

She squeals, and the delighted sound makes my heart beat rapidly in my chest. Her warm body slots perfectly in between my thighs and I watch as she rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me.

Her hair falls over her face and I push back the silky strands, tucking them behind her ear. My eyes hone in on the way her teeth graze over her bottom lip, and I groan, keeping my eyes on her as her cheeks flush as she feels my cock hardening against her stomach.

I don’t miss the wicked gleam that flashes through her eyes. She pushes herself up to a seated position—directly on top of my cock—and I watch as she begins to rub herself against me. Her hands press firmly against my pecs and I clasp my fingers around her wrists as she grinds into me. I watch in awe as her head falls back, her mouth popping open as she begins to move more rapidly.

Not once does my gaze leave her body as she works herself against me, and my eyes drop to the apex of her thighs as she lifts herself slightly and sinks down onto my stiff cock. My grip on her wrists tight as I see where I end and she begins.

I groan, watching as she pushes herself up before slamming back down. A breathy moan passes through her lips in a hiccup as she rotates her hips, burying me deep inside of her. Unable to help myself, my hands move down to grip her hips, but she stops.

“Hmm.” She tilts her head to the side. “Wait here.”

She quickly climbs off, and I swallow at the sight of my swollen cock which is coated in her arousal. Bridget pulls her robe from the hook on the back of the door and pulls out the tie. She’s back on the bed and before I can protest, she’s got my hands above my head and is tying them to the bed frame.

“Is this okay?” Bridget asks, and I nod as she moves back down to where I stand proudly and tug at the restraints as she sinks back onto me.

She leans down to kiss me as she takes from me what she needs and I lie there and let her. It’s not long until her hips are moving ferociously against me, and I’m panting at how good she feels, hissing as she digs her finger nails into my stomach.

I look up at the woman on top of me; dewy sweat-soaked skin, flushed and dazed, and my release begins to chase me, nipping at the base of my spine and I’m having a hard time holding it back.

“Elias.” She moans my name like a goddamn prayer, and it has me seeing fucking stars.

The bed frame groans as I pull at the tie, but it’s no use—she’s secured me good. “Hold on to the fucking headboard, Bridget,” I hiss out.

She looks down at me with a feral grin and hair stuck to her face—and I’ve never seen someone so beautiful. She does as she’s told and I waste no time in railing into her from below. She mewls loudly and I feel her clench around me as I buck my hips up into her fast and hard.

“Fuck, baby,” Bridget pants. “You feel so good.”