Page 183 of Let the Game Begin
My lips parted to emit a visceral scream but Neil hovered over me and kissed me again, stealing my breath.
It was a liberating, powerful…passionate kiss.
His hands on my hips had turned into a possessive clutch, and I looked at him in bewilderment.
“Neil…” I murmured, unable to speak properly while hecontinued to plunge into me, emitting small, low masculine sighs that gave me goosebumps.
“Be quiet, Babygirl.” He growled it, like a big, ravenous cat, and the rough sound of his voice was enough to make me peak. My muscles locked up too quickly, I lost control of myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and yanked on his hair, letting my euphoria explode around him like a volcano’s eruption.
My channel sucked him in deeper, energetically, convulsively. My pelvic muscles contracted and dilated at the mercy of sublime sensations that moved freely across my body. It was an intense, heart-wrenching, indelible moment.
I shook beneath him and his hips gave me the briefest reprieve. Neil glanced at me, maybe expecting he’d have to immediately address complaints because this coupling had been quick, brutal, and not at all gentle.
In that moment of hesitation, his gaze fell to the place where our bodies were joined. Then he leaned on his elbows and looked back up at my face.
“Yes, you are truly a Babygirl…” he whispered, delighted by how I hadn’t yet learned to control my emotional and physical reactions to these sensations.
But even though I’d come almost immediately, Neil had every intention of starting again and continuing relentlessly. For eternity, it felt like. I blushed and my shoulders shook as I breathed in deep in my chest. Then he pressed his hips flush against me again, signaling the end of our little pause. I dug my nails into his back flesh and absorbed the fierce, powerful strokes that marked me again as belonging to him. My brow furrowed and I caught my lower lip between my teeth as I began to feel a slight ache in my lower abdomen that I couldn’t seem to ease.
Neil was forceful, huge, and overpowering while I was small, slim, and delicate. Sex with him was always a mixture of pleasure and pain because of his stamina and ability. He overwhelmed me, he took possession of me, he penetrated me deeply until I had submitted fully to the power of his body.
There were many women who would have envied me and wanted his body mounting them instead. They would have wanted to kiss his full, pink lips and lick his wet, glistening tanned skin. They would have wanted his lewd touch and his filthy tongue. And there I was, feeling like somethingmade of glass in the hands of this godlike creature, imbued with superhuman strength and energy.
As he kept moving, his eyes were stuck on mine, like he was afraid of losing me. His elbows still supported his considerable frame and his hands stroked my hair. Neither of us uttered so much as a word, only our moans floated out around us while I became lost in his stare.
“N-Neil…” I stammered because my ragged breathing wouldn’t let me get words out correctly. He grinned into the bend of my neck and licked the skin there, tasting my sweat. I was sweating all over. In fact, I felt like I was aflame.
“I like it when you can’t talk,” he noted mischievously as my legs tightened around him.
Our faces and chests were so close together that I could feel his heartbeat chasing mine. All the sensations were amplified; I could smell his skin and his breath, it was so intense that it made me sad. Because this sex would change nothing for Neil. I would still mean nothing to him, and I would still be leaving.
In a week.
Then, Neil redoubled his efforts, raising himself up on his forearms and penetrating me more forcefully. I stared at the inverted triangle of his hips slamming into me, the tattoo on his left hip, his abs contracting, his chest flushed with effort.
The sight of us locked together was so thrilling that I chased his movements, participating in his race to orgasm. His eyes raked over my nude body, rocked by more waves of pleasure, and with a growl deep in his throat, his body stiffened. His thrusts got sharper and deeper. I jolted forward and slipped back in time with his hips, but what was he going for?
I could feel him in my stomach and between my breasts. That sensation of feeling him was so all-encompassing. Neil filled me completely, and it wasn’t merely a physical fullness but an emotional one as well. He enveloped my soul in his chaos. His sultry sighs were full of erotic appeal as they harmonized with mine into a single melody. Together, we allowed the magic of the moment to sweep over us as though we’d been caught up in a sandstorm, in an unstoppable wave.
With his forehead pressed against mine, guttural male sounds emerged from his parted lips, and I knew that, perhaps for the first time, he was losing control. He gripped my breast with one hand while the other clutched my hip as though he were afraid of falling into some void.
His breathing grew rapid, his cheeks blazed. His skin was sweaty and when he froze inside of me, at the mercy of his muscles’ powerful contractions, I could feel him pulsing in my low abdomen. A bizarre heat spread deep inside me and I realized that he…he had reached his peak by giving himself completely to me.
He continued to thrust slightly, and I felt his member slide more easily, seed slicking the way between my thighs and it was…it was fantastic.
Just magnificent.
Neil had come inside me and something had broken; a barrier had collapsed. He lay breathless on top of me and panted against my ear, the sound giving me goosebumps.
“You made me do something really fucking stupid,” he muttered, sounding disappointed.
I stroked his spine, and his breathing grew gradually more regular and measured.
“What do you mean?” I asked him with a serious expression.
Neil rolled off me to the side, and I curled up against his chest, both because space on the lounge chair was limited and because I loved his warmth and his smell anytime, even times like this.
“You gave your first time to me, now I’ve given you mine. We’re even, Tinkerbell.” He looked up at the starry sky as if to hide his eyes from me. I felt tired, satiated, and a little lightheaded, but I turned an embarrassing shade of maroon when I realized what he’d just said to me.
