Page 75 of Playmaker

“Hmm, maybe?” I dipped my head to brush my lips across hers. “Might… Might need to do a bit more research.”

“Yeah?” She arched under me, biting her lip. “Does that research involve orgasms?”

“Of course it does.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I laughed, dizzy with arousal and playfulness and desire for this beautiful woman beneath me.

Lila parted her legs, and I settled over her, one thigh between hers and one of hers between mine. As I started rocking against her, she whimpered softly and dug her nails into my shoulders.

“That good?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.” She arched under me, and then she was moving too, complementing my rhythm, just right. In no time, we found just the right angle and just the right rhythm, my clit rubbing on her thigh and hers rubbing on mine, and we made out as we moved together.

Every touch, every kiss, every ripple of electricity she sent through me—it was all-consuming, and I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I wanted to make her come, and I wanted to come, and… God, yes, this was bliss.

Lila broke the kiss with a gasp, arching her back as she gripped my shoulders tighter. “Oh fuck, baby…”

“You almost there?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

I kept my rhythm exactly the same. Sometimes she liked to ride the edge for a while, sometimes she didn’t. So I gave her what I knew would take her there, but let her decide when to let go.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she arched off the bed beneath me. “Fuck…”

Closing my eyes, I buried my face against her neck, and Lila made the most deliciously helpless sound as she fell apart beneath me. Her nails bit into my skin and her whole body trembled under me, her thighs clamping hard around mine as she whimpered into my hair.

As she started to relax, I slowed and stopped, not wanting to overstimulate her.

“Wow,” she murmured. “Holy…”

I grinned and kissed beneath her jaw. “You’re so hot when you come.”

She squirmed under me. “So are you. So get on your back and let me make you come.”

Laughing, I rolled onto my back, as soon as my shoulders met the bed, she was on top. She kissed me deep and hard, still breathless from her orgasm, and once she’d stolenmybreath, she started working her way down my neck. Though I knew what she had in mind, she was in no hurry at all. She kissed all along my throat, then my collarbone. When she got to my nipples, she took her sweet time, teasing one with her mouth and the other between her fingers, then switching.

“I am getting so spoiled with you,” I moaned.

“Why?” She ran the tip of her tongue around my nipple. “Because I can’t keep my mouth off you?”

I bit my lip and squirmed beneath her. “Because you don’t rush. Like… anything.”

Lila huffed, her breath cool on my wet skin. “Who in their right mind would rush this?”

Before I could answer, her lips were around my nipple again, and the relentless attention from her tongue blanked my brain. Rush? Who said anything about rush? Nothing existed except Lila and all the incredible sensations she so effortlessly unleashed with her perfect touch.

She continued downward, kissing her way down my belly, and I whimpered as I parted my thighs. I knew exactly what was coming, and I swore I was halfway there from sheer anticipation alone.

Before she’d even reached my hip, I was playing with my nipples. I was still self-conscious about that at first, but one smoldering look from her—a glance at my fingers, then up at my eyes—told me just how sexy she found it.

So… I kept doing it.

And then Lila settled between my thighs, and…

Oh, my God.

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