Page 84 of Let the Game Begin
“Ne…il,” she groaned, dragging out the final letters of my name and collapsing onto her elbows. And to think, I had barely even started the torture…
I pulled my tongue away before she fell over the edge. I wanted her out of her mind.
Incidentally, Selene was apparently acutely sensitive in that area, which she demonstrated as I began caressing her from top to bottom with the tip of my tongue. I paused every now and then to kiss her inner thighs, and my stubble created just the right amount of friction—judging by the shivers that shot down her legs.
“Neil!” she called my name again and arched her back. I smiled and said nothing because just wanted to feel her come. I pushed my tongue into her more firmly and Babygirl rocked her hips on my mouth the way I imagined she would if she were to ride my face.
I licked and sucked her relentlessly, and she screamed just like I wanted. My male ego rejoiced and my hard-on leaped, straining against the closureof my jeans. I hastily undid the button and unzipped to give myself some relief.
“I need to learn what you like and how you like it. I want to get to know you my way,” I said before plunging back in and stimulating her with my tongue. I helped myself out by inserting my index finger into her heat, and the quivering of her pelvis let me know that I was driving her wild. I paid close attention to all her reactions so I could memorize what provoked the most enthusiasm from her; because sex was not one size fits all. A woman had her preferences, just like I had mine.
“Keep going,” she panted. I was surrounded by her: the sound of her moans, her scent, her divine flavor that hit me like a drug, the trembling in her legs, the arousal that coated my tongue as I drank in her lust. I had never felt so disconnected from the real world as I did in that moment.
I continued battering her with firm, intense strokes of my tongue. Then, I dove inside her again and again, to that secret place that I had been the very first to access.
As I worked, Selene fell deeper and deeper under my profane spell. I could feel her frenetic breaths, her desire barreling forward unstoppably: she was about to come.
I stopped just before she could reach orgasm and gave her a slap on the ass, leaving behind the pink outline of my fingers. I pulled back from her sex and got slowly back to my feet.
I wanted to fuck her and watch as she screamed with pleasure. I wanted to revel in her every excited expression. I wanted to pound her into a stupor and watch the whole thing.
“Did you enjoy that preview?” I turned my eyes to the mirror. The glass had fogged up slightly, and her image was blurry but Selene still looked unrecognizable to me. Her tousled hair, parted lips, reddened cheeks, and eyes hazy with pure lust made her look like something wild. It was sexy as hell. I licked my lower lip, lapping up her juices, and she blushed in embarrassment.
Her taste in my mouth was magnificent
“How did you like it?” she asked, turning on unsteady legs. I gave her a teasing smile and grabbed her hand, pressing it to my erection in answer.
“What do you think?” I held her fingers against me, and she held her breath. I was swollen and so rock hard that it curved up from my jeans. Selene blushed, and her reaction had an entirely abnormal effect on me. I grabbed her by the ass and pinned her between my body and the marble sink. She jumped but didn’t try to get away. She had no intention of stopping what I had started. So I decided to let her taste herself and how much she’d wanted me.
I surprised her with a kiss, entangling our tongues, melding our cravings for one another. Her hands moved to touch my abdominal muscles and then up to my pecs. I was still wearing my sweater, but I knew she could definitely feel my burning muscles, throbbing with want.
We kept kissing as I guided her across her room toward her bed. From the first moment that I’d kissed her in the pool, I knew how much I liked kissing her, and I might as well have signed my own death warrant right there. We paused to catch our breath, and she sat down on the bed, completely naked. She was beautiful like an angel: white as snow, majestic as the colors of the sunrise. I looked at her and wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her.
“Lie down and spread your legs wide,” I ordered, pulling my sweater over my head like I was burning up. I threw it randomly behind me then did the same with my jeans and boxers. I went to my knees between her parted thighs with a certain degree of confidence. After all, I knew that I looked good. I had an appealing face and a muscled body that could perform up to female expectations.
Selene was aroused—her cheeks were burning, she was panting, and her eyes were full of lust—but she was also a bit in awe of me. Babygirl swallowed hard and tried to look anywhere but down. I gave her an insolent smile as I grabbed my erection and stroked it slowly while she looked everywhere but at me.
“Look at me,” I said. I wanted her to stop being embarrassed, to break down that wall of prudery and let herself go. Selene obeyed me and looked at me, but not where I wanted. Instead, she looked deep into my eyes like she was trying to see into my soul.
“You too,” she answered firmly, almost a show of defiance.
I stopped moving my hand and looked at her, just as she’d asked. She lay there on the bed like something precious and delicate. Her body looked small against the mattress beneath her. Her auburn hair was fanned out underneath her on the white bedspread. Her little bare breasts were perfect, her abdomen was stretched out flat, and her legs were splayed with a confidence that she didn’t actually possess. I could tell, because they were trembling. And then there, between them, with a need that I deliberately left unsatisfied, was my passport to paradise.
Was this what she wanted me to look at?
Why couldn’t she just use me like everyone else did? Why couldn’t she just fuck me and be satisfied with my body?
“I looked at you,” I muttered hastily, even greedier than before. She looked disappointed, but I didn’t know why.
We truly were a disaster together.
“Enough with the bullshit, Selene. Exchanging soulful glances or sweet nothings isn’t for me,” I added irritably.
How much longer was I going to have to hold myself back? My balls were straining, and my cock felt like it was on the verge of exploding. I could feel the hunger coursing through my veins, and I didn’t understand what more she wanted from me.
I shuffled closer to the mattress, still on my knees. I didn’t have any more time to waste. I had hit my limit. I stretched myself over her body, supporting my weight on my forearms. Selene gulped and started trembling anew.
“You didn’t see the details,” she whispered, staring at my lips.
