Page 85 of The Playbook

Between the heated kisses and him running his fingertips along my skin, I was a mess. I reached out and ran my hands up beneath his t-shirt, feeling the hard expanse of his muscles. He quickly tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, his mouth finding mine again within seconds as he moved back beneath my dress and slid my panties off.

“Take this off,” he managed to say as he tugged at my dress. “I need to see you.”

I moved off the bed as he went up on his elbows to watch me. Nervously, I slid the dress off my body as he drank in how I looked. With nothing but my bra on, I reached behind me and undid it, letting it fall to the floor, completely bare for him.

“Fuck,” he murmured as I approached him, feeling my skin heat from seeing him staring at me.

I stopped in front of the bed. He sat up all the way and swung his legs off the mattress and got up, towering over me, his eyes locked on mine as he took my hand in his and pressed it against his hard-on through his jeans.

“Feel what you’re doing to me, Gracie,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss me.

I parted my lips for him, allowing his tongue in as he kissed me, his hands roaming all over my body.

Feeling brave, I undid his pants and managed to push them down his thighs before he stepped out of them, his boxers following soon after. His thickness pressed against my stomach, reminding me that it was probably going to hurt since he definitely wasn’t a small guy.

“Do-Do you have a condom?” I asked. I’d brought some with me and had them tucked away in my bag if he didn’t have any.

“Yeah, baby,” he said, massaging my breast, his lips on my neck as he urged me back toward the bed. He sat down, his hands on my hips as he stared up at me, adoration and desire written all over his handsome face.

I swallowed thickly, my breathing heavy as his gaze slowly moved down, traveling over my body. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my abdomen before he gave me a gentle tug.

“Come here, beautiful,” he murmured.

I did as he asked, moving forward until I was straddling his lap, his mouth back on mine.

“Move against me,” he said breathlessly, our bodies pressed together. He adjusted himself, and I slid against him, letting out a gasp at how his length felt sliding against my wet folds.

He hissed in pleasure. “There you go,” he encouraged. “Do what feels good to you. I’ll love it all.”

I swallowed and ground myself against him again, his mouth back on mine. He helped me along, his hands drifting from cupping my ass to holding my waist. I pressed my forehead against his. His mouth wandered down to my breasts where he kissed and sucked, rolling the hardened peaks along his tongue in a delicious dance.

When the impending euphoria took hold, I rubbed myself faster against him, relishing in his heat as I came undone from the friction of his dick against my clit.

“That’s a hell of a sight,” he panted as I collapsed against him. “That feel good, baby?”

“Mhm,” I said, ready for whatever would happen next.

He brought me with him across his bed and lay me on my back, looming over me.

“You really sure about this?” he asked softly as he stared down at me.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“OK.”

He moved away for a moment, and I heard a wrapper crinkle. I counted silently in my head as I mentally prepared myself for this. In a few moments, he was back, hovering over me, kissing me.

His eyes closed for a second when he pulled away as if he were collecting himself before he positioned himself at my entrance. “Tell me if you need me to stop or go slower, OK?”

I nodded, my breathing coming quicker.

He pushed forward, his breach burning as his cock slid into my heat.

I clung to him as he froze, allowing me time to adjust.

“You OK?”

“Y-Yeah,” I said.

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