Page 49 of Playing to Win

“Throw them anywhere.”

I tossed them behind me, hearing the soft thud as they hit, but I didn’t look. I was staring at the mostly sheer black lace covering her pussy.

Her legs were muscled, the right knee wrapped. The right leg wasn’t as fit as the left, but there was no doubt Jayna worked out, more than other women I’d been with. Turns out, it was a real turn-on. I skimmed my fingers over her legs, my calluses catching on the wrap around her knee. When I looked up, there was a frown on her brow. If she had issues with her body, or her knee, I wanted them gone. “Can I see if the rest of you is just as gorgeous?”

The frown disappeared and her hands moved to the clasp at the front of her bra. One squeeze of her fingers and her tits spilled out.

I should have asked, but I couldn’t resist leaning down and flicking my tongue over her nipple. I gave a gentle suck and her hands gripped my hair, not to pull me away but to keep me close.No problem.

I brought one hand up to tease the other breast while I lavished attention on this one. Jayna twisted beneath me, more of the breathy moans escaping. Fuck, I loved those sounds.

I moved to her other nipple and she slid a hand down my body, over my ribs, heading to my dick. I lifted my head. “Are we in a hurry?”

She blinked. “Are we?”

“I hope not. I want to take my time.”

Chapter15

Okay, new plan

Jayna

I didn’t knowwhy Braydon didn’t want me to touch him, moving things along, but I could live with that. He continued to lick, suck and caress my breasts while I squirmed, my arousal spiking higher and higher. If we ever got to taking off my panties, they would be soaked.

I moved my hands to his chest, running them through the hair between his well-developed pecs and lightly scratching my fingernails over his nipples. He growled. Someone liked that. I kept rubbing my hands over his chest, occasionally pinching his nipples while he wound me tighter and tighter. It was time to move this on. I twisted my good leg under his body and wrapped it around his waist, bringing him between my thighs, and then flipped us over. He was a big guy but I was fit, and he didn’t fight me.

He grinned at me. “Someone is impatient.”

“Someone is going to driveyoucrazy now.”

“Bring it.”

Oh, I would.

I started on his neck, kissing and nibbling. His big hands slid into my panties, and squeezed my ass cheeks every time I found a sensitive spot. Under his ear, where his neck joined his shoulders, big muscles quivered as I licked and kissed. Down his chest, a pinch to the nipples, and then over those impressive abs till I reached his boxer briefs. His cock was hard, and the front of his underwear had a damp spot.

I’d slowly been shuffling down the bed, careful with my bad knee. As I got farther away, his hands had slipped up, out of my underwear, up my back, and now they were weaving through my hair. I looked up. His cheeks were flushed, his hair messed from my fingers, eyes heavy-lidded.

“Now?” I teased.

“Anything you want.”

I had a long list, but we’d work through it. I grabbed the waistband and crawled back to pull his briefs down, his cock catching before slapping against his belly. By the time I pulled them off I was standing at the end of the bed. His impressive body was stretched over my duvet, his eyes fixed on me.

“Take off your panties. Please?”

The look in his eyes? He liked my body. The knee didn’t bother him, or that I was muscled, not thin like a model. I put my thumbs through the top of the panties, giving them a soft tug.

He leaned up on his elbows, eyes tracking my movements. Despite my teasing, I didn’t really have a stripper routine so I shoved them down, letting them drop to the floor.

“Come here,” he growled, sitting upright.

I’d have liked to do a sexy stalk to the bed, or crawl up it like a cat, but my knee wouldn’t cooperate. I limped to the side of the bed, and he wrapped those big hands around my waist, lifting me up and over him.

“Closer.” His hands were on my hips, moving me up to his head.

“Sure?”

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