Page 88 of Power Play

“Stop it,” she said, reaching for me. I caught her hands in mine and pressed them down to the mattress.

“You stop it,” I said, honestly. “You’re perfect.” Those breasts of hers were delightful handfuls topped with hard, brown nipples just begging for attention. I leaned down and kissed one, then the other. Pulling a nipple into my mouth, licking my way between them. Her skin was soft and they were natural in my hands. Fuck. I could die on these breasts. I eased my body down on hers, cradled by the lush heat between her legs. Her knees bent at my waist.

“These are the most amazing breasts in the world,” I said, mesmerized. “Someone should be sculpting your tits out of marble right now.”

“You’re very dressed,” she said, and I let go of her hands so she could lift my shirt up over my back and off my head. Once my shirt was gone I fell back onto her body. I cupped her tits in my hands, running my thumbs over the nipples. Pressing each of them up to my lips.

She ran her hands over my back and shoulders and around again, slipping her fingertips into the tops of my pants in the back. Her fingertips scraping my skin, the top of my ass. I groaned against her skin and arched myself into the mattress, searching for some relief and some control.

“Liam,” she whispered, her legs restless against my sides.

“I got you,” I said, and kissed each of her tits goodbye and made my way down her stomach. Also perfect. Honestly, she had a soft curvy body, underpinned by muscle.

“Were you an athlete?” I asked, licking her belly button and making her jump.

“I ran… cross country at boarding school. Swam too.”

“Hmmm… was this an all girl’s school?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Why does that matter?”

“I want to know if there were uniforms involved,” I said wickedly.

“We’re not talking about boarding school right now!” She snapped and I laughed, kissing her stomach again, easing further down her body. I got to the top of her blue panties. They were subtly sexy. A no nonsense cotton with a touch of lace and it was so like Kit I couldn’t stand it.

“This…um…is new,” she said, and I looked up her body to meet her worried eyes. “What you’re about to do. If you…are about to do what I think you’re going to do. I’ve never…”

“No man has gone down on you?” I thought of her boarding school. “Or woman?”

“No,” she said. “It seems really…personal.”

“Oh,” I laughed, every primal competitive instinct I had firing to life. “It’s personal.”

“Excessive, I mean,” she said, and I tilted my head, really looking at her.

“You’ve made yourself come before, haven’t you?”

“Of course,” she said. “I’m awesome at it.”

I smiled and kissed her hip bone. I would be asking her to show me later. “Has anyone else ever made you come? Besides me.”

It took her a second and finally she shook her head. She didn’t have to say it, I could see it. I could just tell. It was oneof the things she wasn’t entirely sure she deserved. This girl had been punishing herself for too long.

“Sit back, sweetheart,” I said, easing myself to a perfect spot between her legs. “I’m about to get real personal.”

I pressed my mouth to the damp spot between her legs and felt her startle against me. I breathed her in, the tangy sweet scent of her arousal. I could taste her through the cotton, and I reached down to adjust myself. The touch of my own hand was almost too much, but I pulled back and focused on her.

“You’re so pretty. So soft,” I said, stroking that wet spot with my thumb, watching it as it grew. “Yes, honey. You love this, don’t you? You don’t know how much you love it, but I’m going to show you.”

I licked her through the panties, and she jerked and moaned. Her hand clutching my shoulder. I couldn’t stop my muscles from twitching, my body from arching into her.

“Spread your legs, Kit,” I said. And she did, pulling her knees away from my skin. I felt the lack immediately, but it opened her pussy up to me in every way. I eased aside the thin crotch and groaned when I saw how pink she was. How wet. I curled my arms under her thighs, hoisting her ass up in the air, and licked her. All of her. Mapping her. Her asshole, which she flinched from even as she swallowed a scream. The entrance to her pussy, dark and sweet, the hard ridge of her clit which made her flinch even more.

“You’re perfect,” I said.

“Liam,” she whispered, her fingers clutching my hair. “More.”

“Where?” I asked, teasing her. Kissing her and nipping her with my lips. She moaned and shook. That she hadn’t felt this pleasure before felt like the worst kind of crime. She was built for this pleasure.

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