Page 47 of The First Play

“Holy shit… Holy shit!” she’s whimpering, her chest heaving. I watch those perfect tits bounce, and my erection is so hard it hurts, but fuck if I’m gonna complain about it. This is epic.

I watch her in wonder, grinning as she starts to come down from her high, then blinking in surprise when she shakily whispers, “I’m ready.”

“What do you mean?” I run my hands up to her knees, then lightly kiss her kneecap. “You want to go again?”

“No, I’m ready to be your first. I want to go all the way. Like right now.” Her voice is high and urgent, the desire pulsing off her basically palpable.

My eyebrows pop high. “You mean, like… now?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you wanted to wait.”

“I can’t. My body needs you, Zan. I’m on fire for you and want to go all the way. Right now.”

Scrambling back up the bed, she waves me forward with urgent hands, and I’m helpless to do anything but push off my pants and show her how ready I am for this.

CHAPTER 17

SIENNA

“You sure?” He checks again before kneeling on the bed between my legs.

“Yes.”

And I am sure. That orgasm rocked my world, but my body is begging for more. It’s like he only took me halfway, and I need to finish this.

Gazing at his glorious dick, I have a sudden spike of trepidation as I imagine it piercing me, but I want this. Ineedthis, and so I shove my uncertainty aside, moving fast enough that I won’t change my mind.

Sitting forward, I grab his shoulders and pull him down on top of me. His hard-on rubs against my thigh, and I bite my lip for what feels like the hundredth time this afternoon and smile up at him.

“I want this,” I whisper. “Do you?”

“Hell yeah.” His breath against my lips is warm and delicious. I can feel his smile when I kiss his luscious mouth, loving his tongue and perfect body. He’s so strong and chiseled. So unbelievably sexy.

Splaying my hand along his side, I run my fingers over those hard ridges and feel that potent desire grow even stronger. “I need to do this with you,” I whimper. “Like now. I want you now.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes!” I practically yell, then stop and blink up at him. “Wait. Are you sure? Do you want this?”

“Yes.” He brushes his knuckles down my cheek, his smile so tender my heart feels like it’s melting in my chest.

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“I’m just nervous, I guess.” A shadow of vulnerability slips across his face. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to screw it up.”

His expression is adorable, and that familiar buzz of affection I always feel blooms to something powerful and overwhelming.

“I love you,” I whisper, my eyes starting to glass for reasons I can’t even explain.

Maybe it’s the mushy way he’s looking at me.

Maybe it’s the fact that when he whispers, “I love you too,” I know he means it.

Reaching up for his lips again, I brush my tongue against his, and he sinks on top of me. His lips are perfect; his weight on my body is divine. He’s hovering on his elbows, but I can still feel him like a perfect blanket, and I want to stay under here for the rest of my life.

As we deepen the kiss, the heat between us builds and starts to spike again. His pecs rubbing against my sensitive nipples sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. Yes, I want this. I really, really want this with a force and urgency that’s beyond my control.

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