Page 89 of Power Play

I pulled the underwear off her body, bending her leg to get them out of my way.

“Here?” I whispered and sucked her clit into my mouth. She practically shot off the bed. Her hands pulled my hair hard enough to hurt. I worked her until she was twitching, throbbing. Pushing her pussy against my face trying to chase down her orgasm.

“So greedy, honey,” I said, easing away from her so I could see her body. The flush on those tits, the wild-eyed wonder on her face. “You want it so bad. Look at you.”

I brushed my thumb over her clit, and she shuddered.

“Liam,” she whispered. “Please.”

I thought of how I used to want her to beg. How I’d dreamt of it. I’d never imagined this. Couldn’t have. But this, begging for pleasure, was infinitely better than begging for forgiveness.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, watching her as I slipped a finger inside of her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she cried out at the ceiling. I could see it building in her. The flush spreading across her body. The twitches she couldn’t control. Her pussy squeezed my finger. Not enough for an orgasm, but it was starting.

I suddenly lost interest in playing with her. In ruining her for other men. I didn’t have the willpower to hold myself away from her pleasure like that. I wanted to be in it with her.

“You were made for this,” I said and added another finger. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth until she was screaming.

“Shhhhh,” I said, and leaned up to put my hand over her mouth. Her wild eyes met mine. “We’re not alone in this house,” I said.

She nodded and I lifted my hand. She bit her lips and closed her eyes, meeting me halfway with this orgasm I was giving her. “Liam,” she whispered. And then she said it again. Each whisperquieter than the last, until she was barely breathing my name. I reached up and cupped her chin in my hand.

“Look at me,” I said, needing to see her eyes. Needing her to see how much I loved doing this to her. Personal? Fuck. I was going to know her body inside and out by the time this vacation was over. “You want to come?” I asked and she nodded. Her hips fucking down onto my fingers. She clutched my hand between her legs, holding me so close I could feel her pubic bones. “Come for me, Kit,” I said into her ear. “Come for me.”

I felt the clench of every muscle in her pussy. She flung her arms out wide, clutching the bed like she was in danger of being flung off. The muscles in her stomach coiled and released and my fingers, when I eased them from her body, were wet up to my wrist.

I stroked her, pet her, helping her come down from that orgasm until she opened her eyes and looked at me. Blurry-eyed and pleasure drunk.

“That…that can’t be normal,” she gasped. I laughed and kissed her breast. Pulled her nipple into my mouth. She sighed and lifted her hand to the back of my head, like she might hold me there. Like she wanted more.

I smiled against her skin and eased my fingers back between her legs. Careful not to get too close to her clit which was probably sensitive, I lazily circled the rim of her pussy.

Don’t mind me, I thought with a devilish smile I hid in the curve of her neck.

She sighed and turned her head my way, her lips finding mine. She licked me, her hand against the nape of my neck. And I smiled against her mouth. Oh, this girl.

She was right. There was nothing normal about this.

This was special.

I slid my finger deeper between her legs to the puckered knot of her asshole.

Her eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing?” she asked with interest. and just a little fear. The right attitude to have if no one had touched your asshole before.

Ruining you for anyone else, was what I thought. But what I said was “I want you to come again,” I said.

“I just had the best orgasm of my life. I don’t think-” I brushed her clit and she arched back into the bed. My fingers drenched in her come. She was swollen between her legs and I got distracted by the idea of pressing my cock inside of her. How tight it would be. How hot. But this was about her. I could control myself through another one of her orgasms. Showing her how much pleasure she could take was now my life’s mission.

“This is…” she gasped, her head thrown back on my pillow, black hair tangled and damp with sweat. “Too much.”

“You should be coming like this all the time,” I said, kissing my way down her body. Her perfect tits. Her sweet stomach. That delicious bit of skin on her hip bones. The top of her thigh. The sight of my fingers inside her was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The taut pink skin. Everything all wet and drippy. I licked her, twisted my fingers.

I found her clit with my tongue and my lips and made the filthiest love to it. I worked her until she had a hand over her mouth. When that wasn’t enough, she picked up a pillow and buried her face in it. I smiled listening to her muffled screams.

My cock so hard I was in danger of coming in my pants.

She grabbed my head in her hands, her fingers clutching my hair so hard it hurt. But we rode it out together. Her coming. Me wincing. Until she was replete on the bed. Her body soaked with sweat. Everything flushed and pink. I slipped my fingers out of her and she couldn’t hide her wince.

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