Page 155 of Biggest Player
She has my full attention. “I’m listening.”
Margot shrugs, plunging her hands beneath the water, swallowed up by the bubbles. “That’s it. Just ... no baths without me.”
I like the direction this is headed. “Does that mean you forgive my douchebaggery?”
Her mouth twists, noncommittal. “Jury is still out, but they’re thinking about it.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Margot’s fingers tangle in my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp as she rides me. Her movements are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.
She’s taking the lead, and me likes it.
Me likes it a lot ...
Her hands reappear at the surface with a bar of soap. She lathers it up against her palms, then sets it aside before running them over my shoulders and chest, her movements both tender and sensual.
My skin puckers.
Her fingers glide along my arms, down my back, and then lower. Exploring and teasing. Each touch sends shivers rippling through me, despite the hot temperature of the water.
I want to shoutHalle-Fucking-Luyah, satisfied when this time the water does slosh onto the floor, splashing a decent-size puddle I’ll worry about later.
I can’t resist pulling her closer, hands on her ass.
Fingers gripping.
She grinds slowly, pussy running the length of my cock.
Teasing.
Testing my willpower.
It’s paper thin at this point.
Worse when her movements become more deliberate, each roll of her hips driving me wild. Each roll of her hips makes me want to slide inside her and thrust.
I’m only so patient . . .
Finally, we cross the line.
Slide into her.
The tension between us builds, our eyes now locked as she fucks me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
“I drive you crazy?” I groan, hands sliding up her back to pull her closer. “You’re making me lose my goddamn mind.”
“You like it though, don’t you?”
I give a jerky little nod, brain coming undone. “Yes.”
Please.
Please keep fucking me . . .
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice hoarse.
