Page 13 of Fumbling for Perfection

“Walker.”

“I want to hear you say my name when my mouth is on you.” I slide down her body and breathe in the scent of her arousal.

She’s soaking wet. I nudge my face between her thighs, which easily fall open. Her hands, now free, tug at my hair. She’s not pulling me away, but rather holding on for dear life, like she can anticipate what’s about to happen.

I love it. And because I want to see her completely lose control, I don’t put my mouth where she most wants it. I kiss her inner thigh and skim my nose up and down the inside of her leg. Her quads flex and she grips harder on my hair.

“Walker. Please.”

“Is that begging I hear?”

Her legs tense, then relax, and she loosens her hold on my hair. “No. Not at all.” Her voice is garbled. “I’m just incredibly bored lying here with nothing to do, thinking about how overdue I am for a manicure.”

“I see.” I breathe in her scent again as I scrape my jaw along the outside of her pussy. “Is that why I have bald spots on my head? Because your chipped nails kept getting caught in my hair?”

“Something like that.” Her legs tense again and I’m so close, I can see the muscles of her pussy contract.

“If you want to take a nap, I promise not to disturb you. I can settle right here and catch a few winks as well.” I lower my cheek to her thigh and my lips rest on her mound. “I could stay right here for hours.” I moan, knowing exactly how the vibration pulses through her.

“New game plan.” She squirms under me but I don’t let her up. “Wait. Can you explain the rules to this game again?”

I love how rattled she is. And truth be told, I am as well. “Easy. I challenged you to a marathon, but it seems you’re not up for it.”

“Um, aren’t you the one who’s about to take a long winter’s nap between my legs? Looks like I’m the winner here.”

She’s right. In fact, I have no idea what the rules are, and none of our banter even makes sense. We’re having fun, teasing each other, prolonging our orgasms and our night. I don’t want this time with Riley to end, but I can’t tell her any of this. Making sex a game is the only way to keep her in my room and not running back to her hotel.

“Interesting theory.” I drag my tongue along her slit and grin when she gasps. “You sure you want me to keep going here, sweetheart? Cause as soon as I bring you over the top and into orgasm Heaven, you’re going to be ready for a long winter’s nap of your own.”

“Um, excuse me, but I had three orgasms less than an hour ago and I’m ready to go again. You’ve had one, and I’m pretty sure after number two, you’re going to need a nap.”

I love her sass. I love her pussy. I give her a few more licks before sitting back on my heels again.

“You’re right. New game plan.”

“Wow. Say that again, please?” She lifts on her elbows, which does amazing things for her breasts.

“Say what again?” I ask, staring at the round globes of perfection.

“You’re right.Two of the hardest words for a guy to say.”

“Ouch. Stereotyping much, or speaking from experience?”

“Experience.”

Again, I don’t care for the unfamiliar pull that squeezes my chest.

“Every now and then, I get a client at Boston Strong who doesn’t like taking training advice from a woman.”

Fucking douchebags. I’m not the jealous type, and have never felt the need to be protective, but both qualities are rearing their ugly heads tonight. I want to take down a list of names and tackle the limp dicks who’ve talked down to Riley.

“To show you I’m not in the same category as those douchebags, tell me what you want me to do, Riley.”

Her heated stare has me on fire. The moisture on my boxers is now a mixture of Riley and my seeping cock.

She licks her lips and her gaze travels down my naked torso. I’m not a narcissist. I’m not conceited. I’m not full of myself. But I’m not stupid either. My body is in prime condition. I have muscle in places most men don’t.

The media loves to boost ratings by exploiting my jawline and stormy eyes, but I don’t give a shit about that and tune most of it out, only listening when sports reporters comment on my stats. But tonight, I’m more than happy to exploit myself for the beautiful siren under me.

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