Page 105 of Play For Me
“Miles…” I whisper, squirming on the bar and feeling my hips lift up for him.
“Just breathe, honey,” he murmurs, trailing the other ice cube up and circling it around my nipples all the while keeping the other one rooted deep inside me. “Let your body feel what I’m giving you,” he whispers, replacing the ice on my breast with his hot tongue and drawing my nipple deep into his mouth.
He alternates between the heat and cold until I’m begging for release.
“Please,” I whimper, still feeling the cold deep inside and wanting to ease the ache that’s throbbing in me.
“Does my girl want to cum?” His warm breath fans my skin as he moves from my breasts and goes lower where I need him the most.
“Yes.” I moan when I feel his finger curve inside me. “Please,” I softly plead, knowing he loves it when I beg.
I feel the ice cube drag along my walls before it disappears, leaving only my warmth remaining. Thinking that it had completely melted, my eyes go wide when he holds up the remaining small cube and brings it to his lips. It disappears inside his mouth and the look of sheer ecstasy on his face as he sucks on my arousal sends of flood of need straight between my legs.
Jesus, that’s hot.
I watch him enjoy his treat before he drops to his knees and his cold lips devour my heated ones. His tongue sinks into me, and I arch up from the contact.
“Oh, God,” I moan loudly, lifting my hips and allowing him to go deeper.
A deep groan escapes him as his hands grab my ass, keeping me there as he feasts on me like I’m his last meal. His light scruffrubs my swollen clit, and I shamelessly buck against him as the pressure builds up in my body.
Cold hits me again, and I realize he’s still got a piece of ice in his mouth as he presses it into me with his tongue.
“I want to drink you,” he growls. “Give me what’s mine.” His tongue plunges deep as I lose all sense of anything around me. My world goes out of focus as my body bows back in surrender and lets go for him.
My orgasm hits me hard as I pulse and scream his name. His groans only intensify what I’m feeling as I give him what he wants. He licks and sucks every last bit of what I offer him. My thighs shake from the rush of pleasure flooding my body.
When he’s finally satisfied, he stands up, hauling me to him in a long and torturous kiss as his hands dive into my hair and pull lightly as he grips me tight.
“I need to be inside you…now,” his voice desperate with need. Lifting me up, he sets me down and turns me around so I’m facing the mirror. His strong presence behind me has my body already wanting to please him again.
“Hands on the counter and eyes on me,” he says, giving orders that I will gladly obey. I grip the wood with my fingers, and my skirt is lifted up in seconds. His hands glide over my ass, and a grunt of approval leaves his lips before I hear the sound of his zipper lowering.
I never take my eyes off his as we focus on each other. Two souls merging as one…never wanting to let the other go.
I feel him hard against my backside and see his arm move in the mirror as he strokes himself. His stormy greys are a mixture of lust and love, all wrapped up in a beautiful package. When I feel him at my entrance, I grip the countertop harder, fully prepared to be taken in a heartbeat. My body waits for the delicious feeling of him owning all of me.
His hands grip my hips tightly, and I welcome the feel ofthem digging into my skin. Leaning over more, I push back into him, and that’s all it takes for him to dive in hard with a force that has me crying out his name again.
“God, you feel so fucking tight around me,” he grounds out, his muscles straining with each thrust that sends me toward a tailspin. “So fucking good, honey.”
His eyes stay trained on me in the mirror as he watches my body become his servant. Fisting a handful of my hair, he pulls my head back, exposing my breasts more as they bounce with each hard drive into me.
“Jesus,” he pants. “Look at you. Look at how good your body takes my cock.” I watch this beautiful man behind me strain with each movement. His arms and stomach are rigid and taunt, giving me a glorious view to admire.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. “I love watching you dominate my body and take what’s yours.”
He slows his movements and brings me up to his chest. His breaths come out hard and fast as his hand snakes up between my breasts to clasp securely around my neck. Our bodies are slick with sweat as his other hand cups my center, while he still moves deep inside me.
“I love taking this body and making it willingly bend to my will,” he whispers, his breath warming my ear. I feel my pulse beating rapidly against his palm as he applies more pressure to my throat. “But make no mistake, love. It is you who dominates me. You’ve owned me since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
His fingers rub my swollen clit as he goes harder into me, hitting those spots that he knows will have me screaming his name in seconds. His piercing drags along my walls and plunges in deep again.
“I guess we both have power over each other,” I rasp out, leaning my head back and closing my eyes as I edge toward relinquishing all control.
“I guess we do.” He exposes my neck and swipes his tongue across my tattoo. “The real power, though, comes from loving someone so much that you aren’t afraid to completely surrender to them.”
He angles his hips just right and touches my sweet spot, causing me to moan and grab the back of his head as my fingers dig into his hair.
