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Steve carried Bridgette to his bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Before she could react, he was on top of her. From his actions, it was obvious that he lost any patience he might have left.

Steve showered her with kisses while his mind raced, \'I will not sleep off, Boss will not call, I\'m not going to let her shower, her brother will not show up... Nothing will interrupt us now...\'

Feeling her wrap her arms around his body while returning his kisses, made his impatience subside. \'She wants me as well... and nothing will interrupt us... I need to slow down and enjoy every moment...\'

Steve\'s hands moved to Bridgette\'s waist and he slowly pulled her top over her head. He thought there is no better sight in the world when he faced her two plump mounds which threatened to escape light green bra. Steve got on his knees and pulled Bridgette up to sit in his lap, straddling him. His lips kissed her collarbone while his hands fumbled in the back with clips on her bra. \'These damned things are designed so that they can\'t be undone!\' He mastered many things in life, but clips on the bra are an unsolvable mystery which currently gave him a lot of grief.

After few minutes, Bridgette showed mercy, or maybe lack of patience. Her hands moved from his neck to her back and with a swift flick of her fingers, her bra came undone.

Steve was surprised by this move. \'How can this be done so easily? I should buy one and practice on it...\' He looked at Bridgette and faced her hazy eyes and flushed cheeks.

While he was in a daze, Bridgette pulled her hands out of bra straps. Before her bra touched the floor, she felt Steve\'s lips sucking on her breast gently. "Harder..." Bridgette gasped as he applied more force. Her body arched and her hips crashed into his. She was happy with her decision to wear a light summer skirt. \'Oh, my God! It feels so much better without pants!\'

Steve felt her grinding on him and thought that he will explode right then and there... just from grinding. He needed a break. Any more of that and he will really explode. Steve leaned his body and placed Bridgette back on the bed while he removed his shirt one button at a time... slowly. \'This is a good break...\' His gaze fell on Bridgette, lying on her back with her two perfectly shaped mounds that begged to be touched, exposed. Her legs are spread apart, and he felt pressure in his lower abdomen increase even more when he caught a glimpse of her light green panties. \'Is that a wet patch!??\' Steve\'s mind went hazy when he realized that she is wet and ready for him. \'I should look away... too much stimulation!\'

Bridgette looked at Steve, kneeling between her legs while removing his shirt, and thought that he is taking too long. \'It will take forever at this rate.\' She reached and started unbuttoning his pants. Bridgette got on her knees and pushed him on the side. He was not expecting it, and lost balance. In few seconds his pants and her skirt were on the floor and she was on top of him... grinding herself, again... only thin fabric of underwear separating them. He could feel her warmth.

\'Oh, my God!\' Replayed in Bridgette\'s mind as she rubbed herself on him while stimulating her sensitive spot. Bridgette saw Steve\'s bulge, while removing his pants, and desire burned inside her. \'How does it look when it\'s exposed? How does it feel when I touch him? How does it feel when it touches me? It feels so good over underwear; how will it feel without it?\'

In a last effort not to succumb to her grinding, Steve pushed Bridgette on the bed and got on top of her. He placed his body lower than hers, as he kissed her chest bone, going lower. When she lifted her hips, his throbbing crotch was out of reach, and not being stimulated. He needed at least few minutes to compose himself and calm down the fiery pressure building inside him. He felt a volcano threatening to explode after few centuries of being dormant. \'I can\'t finish too quickly. That is so... not manly.\'

Bridgette saw that he is struggling with something and assumed that it must be the damned buttons on his shirt. She reached and pulled his shirt over his head. \'He does not need to unbutton all of them. Few top ones are enough!\'

Steve didn\'t expect that as soon as Bridgette removed his shirt, she would pounce on him. He was focusing too much on calming down his raging volcano and allowed her to push him on the side!

Bridgette placed herself next to him. In next moment, her hand slipped inside his underwear and her fingers wrapped around his throbbing member. \'Oh! This is how it feels! It\'s warm, and firm… and quite large… I\'m not sure this will fit where it\'s supposed to fit…\'

Bridgette is not sure how much she moved her hand, not more than few times... when she heard Steve let out a whimper followed by a hellish series of agonized vowels... and then another whimper... and then there was silence...

Bridgette was confused. She felt pulsating in her palm. \'Oh, my God! Did I hurt him? Did I grip too tight? Did I pull too much?\'

One second later Bridgette became aware that her hand is covered in a warm sticky liquid. Realization washed over her. \'Did he just... finish??!\'

Bridgette looked up at Steve, with her eyes open wide, full of questions, expecting an explanation of what just happened.

Steve\'s eyes were closed. \'Shit! It never happened this fast! How can I face her?\' But it\'s not like he can escape... He opened his eyes apprehensively and looked at her with expression that clearly showed only one thing: embarrassment. "This was unexpected..." His voice was faint.

Bridgette observed that he looks in pain. "It\'s not broken, isn\'t it?"