Page 22 of Well Played

His words made me warm. I wanted this man like nothing else, but I needed to make sure my clumsiness wasn’t going to ruin it. “Maybe we could slow it down? Maybe watch a movie?”

Seth nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I’ll do whatever you want."

Why does that sound so dirty when he says that?

We settled on the couch, and as the movie played on the screen, I found myself unable to concentrate, my mind wandering to the man beside me, to the way his hands might felt on my skin, his lips on mine.

As if sensing my thoughts, Seth shifted closer, his arm draping across the back of the couch behind me, stroking my back. As the movie went on, his fingers trailed over my bare arm, tracing patterns on my skin that made me goosebumps break out. When he leaned in to whisper a comment about the movie, his breath hot against my ear, I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. By the time the credits rolled, my body was demanding that I do something to release this pressure inside me now. When Seth turned to face me, his eyes dark, I felt like I might combust on the spot.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" he murmured, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.

I shook my head, my words sticking in my throat. Seth's thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my veins.

His eyes flared with heat, his hand sliding around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "I’m going to kiss you again Hazel. I’ll stop if you ask me to," he whispered, then his lips claimed mine. Hot. Demanding. Relentless.

I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue swept into my mouth, his hand sliding down my back, pulling me flush against him.

"If we don't stop now, I don't think I'll be able to."

I looked up at him. "Then don't," I whispered.

Seth's eyes flared, his hands tightening on my waist. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, as my core did a little happy dance for what was to come. "I've never been more sure of anything."

With a groan, Seth captured my lips again, his kiss harder, more demanding. His hands roamed over my body, skating over my curves, dipping into the hollows and planes of my skin. When he cupped my breast through my dress, I gasped, arching into his touch.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his thumb flicking over my nipple. "So perfect."

I could only whimper in response, my body on fire with sensation. Seth's hands slid down my sides, over my hips, coming to rest on the hem of my dress. With a questioning look, he slowly inched the fabric up, his fingers grazing the soft skin of my thighs.

When he reached the apex of my thighs, I was already trembling, my breath coming in shallow pants. Seth's fingersskimmed over my damp panties, teasing, testing, and I bucked against his hand, seeking more.

"Seth, please," I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders, not caring that I drew blood from my grip.

With a grin, he pushed my panties aside, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. I cried out at the sensation, my head falling back against the couch as he circled my clit.

"You're so wet," he murmured. "Have you been like that all night?"

I could only nod, my hips rocking against his hand. When he finally slipped one long finger inside me, I nearly came undone on the spot, my body clenching around him.

Seth set a slow, tortuous rhythm, his finger sliding in and out of me, curling against that spot that made stars dance behind my eyelids. I was panting, writhing, my body straining towards the release that hovered just out of reach.

"Let go, baby," Seth urged, his thumb circling my clit. "I've got you."

And with a few more strokes of his talented fingers, I did just that, my body shattering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Seth held me through it, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I was spent in his arms.

When I finally came back to myself, I found Seth watching me, his eyes dark and intense. "You are mine," he said. “But I meant it when I said I want to take it slow. I don’t expect any more tonight.”

“But I want more.” I said, not caring how I sounded.

“Soon.” He said. “Very soon.”

I smiled up at him, pulling him down for a slow, sweet kiss.

This was my dream come to life.

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