Page 54 of Playoff

“I think you might be biased.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“I don’t.”

I roll onto my side and pull her against me, so our bodies are pressed together. “Is this enough contact?”

“It won’t be enough until you’re inside of me,” she says, “but we’re not in a rush.”

“No, we’re not.” I brush an errant strand of hair out of her eyes. “However, I wasn’t planning on getting laid tonight, babe, so I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“That’s okay. I’ve got some.” She slides off the bed and pads into the bathroom. She’s back twenty seconds later and drops a handful of foil packets on the bed.

“Come here, baby.” I hold out my arms, and she moves into them easily. Naturally. Like we’ve always done this. Because we have.

I take a few minutes to explore her body, her skin, the sounds she makes as we get reacquainted. When I get to her breasts, I keep my touch light this time, and her breath hitches.

“You wet for me, Rowan?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.” I pause, waiting for her to do what I want her to do.

She only hesitates a second before reaching down between her legs.

The fingers she proffers a moment later are glistening with arousal, and I suck them into my mouth.

“Yum,” I whisper. “All that for me… now open your legs so I can touch it for myself.”

I move my hand down and run two fingers along her slit. Her very slick slit that gives me easy access when I press those fingers inside her. She’s fucking drenched, and I can’t wait to push my cock into her tight, wet heat. But I want her to come on my fingers first.

I start working them into her, in and out, slowly and then faster, her hips rising to meet me.

“That’s it, baby, I want you to cream all over my hand.”

She whimpers a little, fastening her lips to mine as I continue finger fucking her. She’s close, I can feel her pussy fluttering around my fingers, so I flick my thumb over her clit and she jerks against me, her screams muffled by my mouth.

“That feel good?” I ask, nipping her jaw. “Because it’s going to feel even better when it’s my cock.”

“Yes. Please. Fuck me, Blake—hurry!”

I reach for a condom and slide it on.

Then I’m right there, my cock poised at the entrance to paradise.

“Look at me, Rowan.” I’d said those same words the night I took her virginity, and I know she remembers because her eyes widen. Then a soft, sweet smile touches her lips.

“You think it’s going to hurt?” she whispers.

Fuck. Me.

I’ve never been a fan of role playing, but pretending we’re sixteen again, losing our virginity to each other all over again?

Yes, please.

“Maybe a little.” I drop my forehead to hers. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to.” She winds her arms around my neck. “Do it, Blake. Show me what to do.”

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