Page 34 of Play Book

She doesn’t move at first, her pretty golden eyes boring into mine.

“You going to fuck me again, Canyon?”

I slowly lift off the bed, still buried to the hilt, and she automatically wraps her legs around my back.

“I am. But this time I’m going to stretch you out on the bed… maybe tie your hands to that headboard.”

Her eyes become fathomless pits of arousal.

“You like that idea.”

“Yes yes yes.”

Fuck.

There’s no way one night with her is going to be enough.

Two condoms and three orgasms later, we’re a sweaty, sticky, happily sated mess in the middle of her bed. The sheets are almost as wet as we are, and she snickers when my stomach rumbles loudly.

“I don’t think another orgasm is going to make your stomach happy,” she says, resting her head on my chest.

“You’re probably right. I’m pretty hungry.”

“Me too.”

“What was the plan for dinner?”

“Thai?”

“Sounds good.” She fumbles on the nightstand for her phone and types something in before handing it to me. “That’s the menu of the place I like to order from.”

I take the phone and figure out what I’m hungry for, though the only thing on my personal menu tonight seems to be her. We’ve both been insatiable, and I pop a semi just thinking about how hot the sex has been.

“We have twenty-five minutes to shower until the food gets here,” she says, pushing to her feet and holding out an inviting hand. “Care to join me?”

Like I could say no.

I let her tug me into the bathroom, and I’m amazed at how big it is. A huge shower that’s at least six by eight, with three shower heads and striking tiles in gold and green. It’s obvious this is a room she put a lot of time and thought into, though I’m not sure how to express the fact that her bathroom makes me happy.

Or maybe it’s just her.

“This is nice,” I say as we step under the warm spray.

“Thank you. I designed the bathroom when I renovated because I wanted something both functional and comfortable.” She closes her eyes and lets the water sluice over her from head to toe.

Is it weird that I’m jealous of the droplets skimming her perfect body?

I watch a tiny drop of water glide over her breast and I’m suddenly bending over to catch it on my tongue. Her fingers dig into my hair, tugging lightly.

“We only have twenty minutes,” is all she says.

“You think I can’t make you come in twenty minutes?”

She sighs. “I’m sure you can but?—”

I’m on my knees, my face between her legs before she can finish.

She tastes tangy on my tongue, and I take a little time to explore. We’ve fucked enough times that her lips are a little swollen, and a lot more sensitive than they’d been an hour ago, so I take it easy. I know exactly how to get her where she needs to go, and sure enough, it only takes a few minutes for me to get her off again.

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