Page 78 of My Grumpy Billionaire Soccer Star

“Let’s start then, right now.”

My lips take hers with a fierce hunger that sends shock waves of hot, raging desire through her body. Even as her heart races, I change the pace, becoming more tender until that raging heat goes slow and thick.

She floats back on the memories of our varied lovemaking over the past few months—the passion and intensity of it. Then, her thoughts shift to the present moment—a new level of passion and tenderness.

Helpless to resist either and craving the now-familiar sensations, she wraps herself around my muscled frame.

Rachel slowly runs her hands all over my body, tracing every length of my long, broad shoulders, caressing my hips. I can’t admit this out loud, but I’ve missed this intimate understanding of another and the rush of love that comes from the pleasure of being loved by another.

She slides into the old rhythm of our lovemaking. I ease my back and just look at her, wanting nothing but to be pleasured by her.

“What? What is it?”

“I just want to look at you.” I unbutton her shirt, taking my time about it, running the tip of my fingers over her exposed skin, all the while never taking my eyes off hers. “I want you to look at me. Stare into my eyes as I pleasure you.”

Still watching her face, I trail my fingers over the white lace of her bra.

She shivers as my lazy fingers brush her nipples. I drew her up and slip her shirt off. “Such a lovely body. Just one more thing about you that drives me crazy.”

As my hands stroke her back, she links her arms around my neck. “You’re awfully patient tonight, Vaughn.”

I open the clasp of her bra and then move my fingers over her shoulders to nudge the bra straps down.

My lips touch hers as her arms lock around me. With an exasperated breath, she locks lips with me, and her tongue wrestles for supremacy with mine.

That’s what I’m looking for—that quick flash of need. I don’t want her to think but only to feel what we can bring to each other—here and now and for the rest of our lives.

My fingers tangle in her hair. Then my hands rest there, pulling her head back so that I can plunder her mouth and her throat.

I could have devoured her in one reckless bite, but that would be too fast, too easy, and this feels too special to be rushed. Instead, I let the flames rage on, building up till it threatens to consume us both.

I feast on her soft body, sampling and drinking my fill of her. My hands rush over her, then slow and linger at her erogenous zones.

Her body has always been a source of pleasure to me. Not just the shape but its lushness and eagerness to enjoy, her openness to sexual adventures. The racing of her heart under my lips arouses me as much as her ripe breasts.

All that lovely silk skin shivering under the feel of my wet tongue is only more of a thrill when she urges me to take her.

Her hands rush over me, pulling at my shirt. And her slutty purr of approval as her nails scrape my skin sends my blood boiling, so I have to fight back my primal desire to hurry.

I’ve got no idea where my newfound patience comes from, but one thing’s certain: I would drive her crazy with it. My muscles quiver under her hands, and she knows me well enough to exploit my wants and weaknesses. Even as I meet her demandsas I push her to the trembling edge, I hold back and leave her shaking with pleasure.

I feast on her, then sample her supple flesh with my lips. From the nape of her neck to her soft and inviting breasts, my lips suck and feast with reckless abandon, and she keeps moaning out in pleasure as I explore her erogenous zones.

The soft, smooth skin that trembles under the caress of my tongue and the gentle scrape of my teeth only intensifies the thrill as she urges me to take more.

“For God’s sake, Vaughn, just fuck me already.”

“You’re not aroused enough yet,” I respond, chuckling as I pin her arms down and continue to fan the flames with my mouth. “Neither am I.”

There is so much of her, and like Oliver Twist, I crave more—I need it all. Her sumptuous body, the questing mind—I need more than her desire and heat.

I release her hands to embrace her, to hold her tight as we roll over the bed.

Her skin feels slick with sweat, and she’s hot and wet and ready. I have only to cup her pussy to send her over the edge. She cries out my name as her body erupts in orgasmic bliss. And I know when she goes limp beneath my body that she’s just given me something I hadn’t known I craved.

Her total surrender.

“Rachel,” I moan her name over and over as my lips rush over her face. When her eyes, so dark and heavy, open and look into mine, I fist my cock and slide inside her waiting pussy.

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