Page 53 of Playoff

Bigger than I remember.

But not big.

Perfect.

“Touch me, Blake.Please.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I skim my lips across her jaw, down her throat, and then start nibbling my way lower and lower, until I reach one round, fat raspberry nipple. My mouth waters as I suck it in, using the fingers of my other hand to pinch the other. She arches her chest against me, and I suck a little harder, pinch a little harder.

“Oh, shit, I love that.” Her voice is breathy, soft, filled with lust.

And my dick is so fucking hard.

I switch to the other breast, kneading the soft round globes and alternating kissing, biting, and licking.

“Still sensitive,” I murmur. “Tell me when it’s too much.”

“It’ll never be too much. I like it a little rough.”

Good lord, she might kill me.

And I’d die a happy man.

“I can do rough,” I say. “Just let me know if I push it.”

“Mmmkay.” She lifts her gaze to mine and the look in her eyes sends my cock into overdrive.

She’s so passionate.

Open.

Honest.

She wants this—me—and isn’t afraid to show me.

It’s always been that way.

“We should take this inside,” I say in a gruff voice. “We don’t need the city of L.A. watching us fuck.”

“They might enjoy it,” she teases.

“Yeah, but this is private.” I lift to my feet, scooping her up in my arms. “Couch or bed?”

“Bed.” She nestles against my chest as I pad through the living room to the bedroom. She’s solid, but not heavy, and we sink into the mattress together.

“I don’t know what I want to do first,” I whisper.

“I just need you to keep touching me.”

“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off, and then we could touch each other all we want.”

We undress quickly, and despite the ten years or so since I last saw her naked, she doesn’t seem embarrassed or shy. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. She slides off her pants slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. They rake over my torso when I pull off my shirt, and the gleam in her eyes tells me she likes what she sees.

Then it’s my turn to ogle as she slips off her panties and she’s lying there completely naked.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say. “I remember always thinking you were the sexiest girl alive—and now you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

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