Page 39 of Let the Game Begin
“Everything all right?” he asked, holding himself over me on his elbows. I nodded and spread my legs so he could position himself between them. I could tell that he was trying not to crush me with his weight, and I felt something hard pressing against my groin. I went red, and in that moment, it really occurred to me how men and women were perfectly matched in this way.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered, giving my neck a soft kiss. He was trying to give me time to get used to what was happening, and I appreciated it.
“It’s silly,” I answered as Neil’s mouth roamed freely over my body. He stopped kissing me and looked down at me curiously.
“I want to hear it anyway,” he insisted and I sighed.
“A man and a woman…” I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Our bodies fit together so perfectly. I hadn’t really noticed before. It’s…ordinary but also kind of magical,” I said softly, hoping he wasn’t about to laugh in my face.
But his face remained serious as he leaned in close to my ear, his chest pressing against mine. “I haven’t even begun to show you how perfectly a man and woman can fit together,” he said in an obscene whisper as he kissed my cheek. I stared dazedly at him, my thighs trembling as though he had a direct line of communication to them.
Neil began kissing my neck again, moving his hips slowly against me. At first, I didn’t understand what he was trying to do but when I felt his erection bumping into my still-panty-covered clit, I figured it out. Then, I got so aroused that I didn’t need to understand anything anymore.
I held still, though, and let him take the lead.
“Relax…” He’d noticed how tense I’d gone and slowed down his ministrations. I closed my eyes and focused on the feelings his body produced in me. Before I could stop myself, I had reached out and grasped the waistband of his pants and started writhing underneath him. As I did so, Neil continued to kiss me everywhere. Anywhere his hands touched, his lips followed. All at once, he descended to play with my breasts. He sucked softly on them and my back bowed.
Then, he moved down further and dragged his lips across my stomach. He licked my abdomen and toyed with my belly button. He circled it with his tongue and then looked up at me, his fingertips brushing the edge of my panties.
I stared at him in confusion before I understood what he intended to do. “No! Not that!” I threw out an arm to stop him. I slammed my legs together and went rigid again. Letting him dothatfor me would have been mortifying. I was not yet an uninhibited person and still retained my sense of modesty.
“No? You sure? Women usually like it quite a bit.” I would have preferred it if he hadn’t reminded me of just how many other women he’d pleasured right at that moment. I frowned and looked up at the ceiling, realizing that I was putting some unfair expectations on him. Neil was no Prince Charming. He had been clear about that: this wouldn’t a love story out of a novel or a movie. So why did I have that strange, uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach?
I needed to protect my heart. I was so much more sensitive than him. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to get burned.
“You’re thinking too much.” He crawled back over me and stroked my hair. I was still considering the possible fallout of my feelings.
“I know.…” I sighed, attempting to look anywhere but at his eyes. The alarm bells had started going off in my head by this point, but I didn’t want to heed them.
“Let’s take it one step at a time, okay? I want you to be comfortable,” he whispered, trying to draw my focus back to him.
“I…”
He kissed me, interrupting all of my thoughts. His tongue found mine, and I allowed myself to be carried away by the kiss because Neil demanded every bit of my attention. He was gentle but firm. He knew what he was doing; his greater experience was very obvious, and I felt somewhat lacking when I realized I wasn’t participating at all. I was practically motionless beneath him, frigid and apathetic.
So I mustered my courage and kissed him back more intensely, moving against his body. I heard him emit a pleased sigh, which flattered my feminine pride. Then, Neil reached down to fondle my breast before going even further, all the way down until he reached my pubic mound. He slipped a hand into my already-damp panties and began touching me. I turned a violent red at the realization that I was already wet for him, but I shoved aside the embarrassment and just kept kissing him as his fingers worked between my legs.
I panted, trying to take in more air while Neil teased me all over. He was so assured and capable of pleasuring multiple points on my body all at once with the same intensity. I, on the other hand, could not keep up. I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack before we even got to the main event.
“Softly…” I whispered again when I felt his fingers grow more fervent against me. He wasn’t hurting me, but my brain had fully short-circuited, and I was afraid of feeling pain even as my body was adapting to these mysterious new feelings.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise,” he whispered against my lips and one of his fingers slipped inside me, followed swiftly by a second. My body received his touch as though it had been designed just for me. It didn’t hurt. It made me feel hot, liquid, overstimulated. Neil moved his fingers in a rhythm that seemed precisely calculated to deliver just the right amount of pleasure.
I kissed him with everything I had, biting his lip. The next moment, Neil stopped to take off his pants. I was too embarrassed to risk looking down, but Neil didn’t give me time to overthink it: he stretched out on top of meagain and his arousal pressed between my thighs. It was hard and formidable. Extremely formidable, even covered by the thin fabric of his boxers.
“You ever touch yourself here?” he continued to rub himself against that small single point at the top of my sex, so central to a woman’s physical pleasure, and my body’s reaction was instantaneous: descent into a state of pure lust.
“No,” I admitted timidly, and he began kissing me again. My inexperience didn’t seem to discourage him; if anything, it was the opposite: a new light gleamed in his brilliant eyes.
“Selene…” He stopped suddenly and pressed his forehead to mine. Both of us were panting, ready to possess and be possessed. Only our last small layers of fabric kept us apart. “You have to tell me now if you want to stop. After this…it’s not going to be possible anymore.” We stared at each other, and I felt a flicker of uncertainty, immediately swept away by our labored breaths that chased one another and our heartbeats that sounded in unison.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I told him.
Neil dropped a chaste kiss on my lips and then sat up on his knees, exposing his incredible body to me. It was too perfect, too virile. I knew that he was only going to be mine for this one night, because I could see for myself just how unattainable he really was.
He touched my thighs and grasped my panties. He pulled them down and off, kissing my ankle and still looking directly at me. I searched his eyes for the certainty I needed to keep following his lead, and Neil knew it. I blushed as his golden stare caressed my entire body, lingering on my sex, which was now completely exposed. I wanted to shut my legs but I couldn’t move. Neil smiled reassuringly at me and then took off his boxers. Instinctively, I looked up at his face because I didn’t have the courage to look anywhere else. I was pretty sure I was blushing again.
“Are you embarrassed to look at me?” He was stretched out on top of me and feeling him, completely naked and warm and in contact with every part of me was more lovely than I could have imagined. His erection pressed stiffly against my lower abdomen. I realized definitively that I’d been incorrect about his size in our earlier interaction. But it had only ever been random nonsense anyway, my stupid desire to get a dig in on him.
