Page 57 of Blue

I did as she asked.

“You’ll have to concentrate on my touch.” She leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I’m going to talk dirty to you, Blue. But first you have to guess what I’m saying.”

She kneeled behind me, and her fingers traced a pattern on my back. The tip of her finger looped and tickled across my scapula, dipped along my spine, then trailed over my shoulder.

I laughed because I didn’t have a clue what she wrote. “Are you writing a word or a book?”

“Pay attention.”

“One word at a time and give me a hint.”

“Hints cost a kiss.”

I glanced over my shoulder, and she kissed me hard and fast.

“Okay, the first hint. This is my favorite part of you. First word.” Her fingertip moved over my flesh.

“Your.”

“Second word.” She traced the word twice.

“Eyes.”

She hummed an affirmative and traced the third word.

“Oh, come on.” I spun around and tackled her to the bed. I plundered her mouth, sliding my tongue against hers, sucking her lip, and breathing her in. Her fingers were in my hair, but I didn’t hate it. I groaned and kissed her deeper. When we parted, she smiled.

“Your eyes are like a summer rain. They make me wet.”

I laughed as I tugged her back up. “New rules. Three words max. Words have to be less than seven letters.”

“What is this? Scrabble?” She pouted, crossed her arms, and made her tits look fantastic in her sports bra.

“Do you want double points for guessing on the first try?”

“Fine. But I’m not writing watch me come, or suck my dick, so three to five words.”

“Are we making a to-do list now?”

“Yes.” She spun around, to give me her back.

“Nah,” I said. “Lie back and close your eyes. I’m writing on your belly.”

With her legs still crossed, she flopped onto her back, draped her arms over her head, narrowed her gaze on me, then smiled and closed her eyes.

“First word,” I said. If we were making a to-do list, I had about a thousand dirty things I wanted to do to her, and wished she could do to me. My finger slipped over her quivering flesh. A diamond jewel winked in her bellybutton. She wiggled against my touch.

“Three words is good,” she said.

“Is this turning you on?”

“Yes. First word is sit.”

I traced the next word.

“On.” Her eyes snapped open, and her lips pursed. Her gaze stayed locked on mine, that damn sexy arch in her left brow. “My.” Those blue eyes rolled into the back of her head. They’d be rolling for an entirely different reason if this was charades instead of Scrabble. “Face.” She sat up.

“Double points mean double penetration. Two in your pussy.” I wiggled two fingers, then wiggled my ring finger. “This one is going in your ass.”

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