Page 67 of Playing Games

“After?” I question, leaning back to meet her eyes.

“Yeah.” She pointedly glances down at my cock, the damn thing just jutting out from my body. “After we have sex.”

“That’s why you came over?” I tilt my head to the side. “For sex?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No tripping over her words. Just…yes.

“I enjoyed the sex on the lake,” she adds and shrugs one petite shoulder. “So, I want to do it again.”

I tsk playfully. “Lex, is this your way of telling me you just want me for my body?”

She smiles and shrugs again. “And the pleasure it gives me.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. And then I pull her into my arms and lift her up until she wraps her legs around my waist.

“I’ve got an idea,” I say as I walk us toward my bedroom. “How about we take a shower together?”

“How are we going to have sex in the shower?” she questions, a little frown creasing her forehead. “The space is cramped, and the water makes it difficult to find a good rhythm where you can activate my G-spot.”

“Oh, Lexi,” I say, my lips quirking into a grin. “Haven’t you learned that I’m a determined kind of guy?” I lean forward to press my lips to hers before walking us into the bathroom. “I’m going to make you come. That’s a guarantee. Though, how many times is up for debate.”

“I don’t think multiple orgasms in one session is realistic, Blake. Statistically, it’s not the norm for most women.”

“Well, you’re not most women, and I’m not most men.”

The faintest hint of a smile lifts the corners of her lips.

With her still in my arms, I lean forward to turn on the water, ensuring with a quick hand that it’s the perfect kind of warmth.

Her smile grows as I make a show of setting her to her feet and removing her tank top, revealing the white cotton bra underneath. Though, that bra is gone quickly after that, as are her perfect black cotton panties and jean shorts.

And when she’s gloriously naked, every inch of her beautiful body on display for my eyes and my eyes alone, I kneel down in front of her. Steam is already billowing from the shower, and I take one of her hands, encouraging her to steady herself on my shoulder as I lift one of her thighs and put it over my shoulder.

“Blake?” she questions, confusion in her voice. But I’m too busy staring at her perfect pussy that’s now directly in front of my face.

“Every good athlete knows the importance of the warm-up,” I say, glancing up at her with a wink. “Just a little something to make you feel good and limber all the right muscles before I blow your beautiful fucking mind.”

I press my mouth against her pussy, giving myself a long moment to inhale her delicious, sweet scent before I slip my tongue inside her. She’s soft and warm, and I can feel her get wet against my tongue.

When I hear a small moan leave her throat, I suck and eat at her clit until I can feel her thigh shake against my shoulder. Both of her hands go into my hair, gripping the strands with a strong hold, and I love every single fucking second of it.

It doesn’t take me long to bring her to the edge. I’ve been studying Lexi’s body like I’m going to take a final exam on it worth a hundred percent of my grade. I know what she likes and I know what she loves and I certainly know what makes her come.

When her body tenses up like a bow and her fingers threaten to rip my hair out of my head, I keep sucking at her clit, but I let myself look up at her, watching the way her perky tits bounce and the way her eyes fall closed when her first orgasm of the night barrels through her.

It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and if I have anything to say about it, I’m going to make her do that over and over again tonight.

I don’t give a shit that every muscle in my body is sore from practice today. I don’t give a shit about anything but making Lexi feel good.

Her body goes lax against mine, and I guide us both into the shower. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her mind still soaring from the orgasm high, and I use that time to let myself touch her skin. I grab some body wash and gently rub it over her arms and her belly and her legs, and I quickly wash myself off as I do.

My cock is still hard, solely focused on the gorgeous woman standing in front of me, but I turn Lexi around and rub the body wash on her back, massaging my fingers into her muscles as I do.

She lets out a little moan of approval, her head falling back as she does, and it only makes me want to touch her, caress her, love her more.

It’s not about sex anymore; it’s about taking care of someone I love.

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