Machine by Normandie Alleman
13
Bridger
The driveto my place was a blur. Whenever it wasn’t a detriment to my driving, I held Dynassy’s hand. It was like we wanted to be as connected as possible until we could get somewhere where we could really get connected.
It briefly occurred to me that Dynassy had never been to my duplex before. It was a medium-sized building, and I only had one neighbor, an actor who traveled a lot. Fortunately, it was close to the beach and I got us there in record time.
The sun was just setting, and the way the pink and orange light hit her face made her even prettier.
“I like your building. Is it pink?”
I held my chest like she’d shot me. “Seriously? We’re trying to reinforce my manhood here, not kill it. It’s peach, not pink.”
She giggled, and I thought for the hundredth time how adorable she was. “Oops!”
Those lips were begging to be kissed, and I couldn’t even wait until we got inside. I stood on the threshold and bent to taste her warm, honeyed tongue. She welcomed the intrusion and answered with a passion of her own, until finally I broke free to unlock the door.
The minute we got inside we were back in each other’s arms; she was unbuttoning my shirt, I was trying to figure out how to get her out of that dress.
“It has a zipper,” she breathed, her voice all husky and dripping with sex as she turned around to give me access.
My dick was semi-hard and as my fingers fumbled to grasp the tiny pull of her zipper, I worried I might lose whatever stiffness I’d managed, but when I yanked it down and I saw what was beneath, I realized that shouldn’t be a concern. With a shrug of her shoulders, the dress fell to the floor, giving me an up-close view of that heart-shaped ass that had won this girl millions of fans worldwide.
And it was even more magnificent in person. She wore a light blue thong so there wasn’t much hidden from my view. Her plump cheeks were as round and delicious-looking as an apple, and I gave her a nice, firm smack on one cheek.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, and unhooked her bra so that it fell to the floor.
I reached for her and turned her around, my cock growing harder by the minute.
Suddenly shy, she kept her eyes down and began to work on unbuttoning my pants.
Taking her in, I was blown away by her beauty, but also her seeming insecurity. Cupping her chin in my hand, I tilted her face to mine.
“You’re gorgeous. You know that?”
She tried to look away, to shrug it off.
“No. Look at me,” I commanded, and she did.
“What?” She squirmed under my inspection of her.
“You’re always posing half-naked for pictures, sharing them with millions of your followers, but now you’re here, naked with me, and you’re shy?” I couldn’t figure it out, but she was definitely uncomfortable under my scrutiny. “I think you’re beautiful. There’s no reason to feel self-conscious.”
She stood up straighter. “Fine. It’s just different.”
“Why? How is it different?”
“When I post pictures, they’re doctored, there’s Photoshop or at least filters. People expect me to be perfect, but I’m not. At least in real life.”
“No one is, but you’re pretty damn close.” I wanted to say, “And I see a lot of hot, naked women every week,” but I refrained.
“Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”
I pulled her to me, but didn’t break eye contact. “Dynassy, I don’t want to oversell this whole thing, because I really don’t need the pressure, but it took a lot for me to tell you about what happened to me and all. For you to be the first woman I’m with after everything…well, that’s huge. I just want you to know that if I can be that open with you, I want you to feel comfortable being open with me.
She buried her face in my chest and squeezed me tight. “Thank you for being open with me, Bridger. I guess I’m a little guarded.”
I peeled off my pants and my underwear, leaving it in a heap on the floor, then I lifted her up so that she naturally wrapped her legs around my waist. This lined up our genitals perfectly, and my dick throbbed in a way that almost made me forget that it hadn’t been operational for years.
“You are such a bad boy,” she teased.
“You have no idea.” And I carried her back to my bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Then I climbed on top of her, taking her breast in my mouth, tasting her, carving that nipple to a point with my tongue, and making her moan with pleasure.
I moved down, spreading her legs wide.
She squealed nervously. Apparently my little celebrity wasn’t accustomed to being the receiver when it came to oral sex, and as I lapped at her pussy, I hoped to God she was a giver.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she purred.
I kept going, prepping her with my fingers as well.
Honestly, normally I would have loved to have taken more time with Dynassy, and I hoped I’d have a chance to play with her more later, but I couldn’t stop thinking about my damned dick.
What if my erection didn’t last?
What if I couldn’t come?
What if I fucked everything up with Dynassy the way I did in the past with Samantha?
What if I wasn’t really a man the way I thought I was, the way I wanted to be?
Impatient to get on with finding the answers to all my questions, I got off the bed and wandered back into the hallway.
“Where are you going?”
“Condom,” I called back. They were in my wallet in my back pocket. I’d picked up a pack a couple of days ago—just in case. Now I rolled the sucker onto my erection and lumbered back to the bedroom.
Dynassy gazed up at me with admiration. “You know, you are a very sexy man.” She beckoned me back to the bed. That was what I needed to focus on—the irresistible woman in front of me, not all the other crap.
I wedged my knee between her thighs, lowered my body onto her, and cradled her head in my hand as I kissed her hard, rubbing my cock against her opening.
This was it—the test.
Would I be able to sustain an erection long enough to satisfy her? Long enough so that I could ejaculate?
Yes, I’d done it before, but it had been once, and I’d been alone. I had no idea how the performance anxiety that I naturally felt would affect things.
I actively shoved all those doubts and negative thoughts from my mind, and I pushed into Dynassy.
Instinctively, she shifted and pulsed around me to accommodate my intrusion. The pre-lubed condom allowed me to fill her swiftly and fully in one slick stroke. Her back arched and I planted kisses on her neck, whispering, “God, girl, you feel so fucking good.”
And she did. Better than I remembered sex feeling.
“Mmhmm,” she cooed and wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her fingernails scraped up and down my back, making my skin tingle the way a good back-scratch does.
My hips rose and fell, each thrust sweeter than the last.
I expected I’d be more tentative when I took her, but I wasn’t. I was like a wild animal who’d finally been let out of his cage.
My hands were all over her—pawing, caressing every inch of her. The sensation of her soft skin against mine ignited a passion in me so deep, I lost myself in it.
“I’ve wanted this so badly, Dynassy.”
“Me too,” she gasped, and I could tell by the face she made, she was about to come.
“That’s it. Let go.”
When her climax overtook her, she quivered all over.
And thank God, mine was not far behind. I pounded into her like a man who’d just escaped from prison—fast, hard, and desperate. With one last pump, I exploded into that rubber.
“Did you do it? Did you come?” The look of concern on Dynassy’s face was adorable.
I chuckled. “Yep.”
She flung her arms around me and held me so tight with me still inside her.
“I’m so happy for you!” she squealed.
“For us.”
“Definitely for us.”
After I got up and disposed of the condom and she used the restroom, we got back in the bed. Her head rested in the crook of my arm, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms, enveloped in a cloud of happiness that I should have known would be short-lived.
