Page 61 of The Games We Play
“You got one in mind?”
She looks up at me and opens her eyes. “I don’t. Yet.”
“Yetsounds like a warning.”
She wiggles up the bed, placing her face next to mine, so close our noses almost touch. “Maybe I’ll have multiple names for you. An affectionate one. One for when I’m mad at you. Perhaps one for when I’m ... Okay, I’m just gonna say it.” She takes a deep breath. “One for when I want you to fuck me.”
“Why, little chick, did you just voluntarily give me a full sentence about sex?”
Iris grins, and my heart cracks a little more. “It had a verb and a subject, so yes.”
“That’s real progress, Iris. You got any other sentences about sex you’d like to share?”
She places her hand between us and grips my dick, which goes from chub to rock-hard faster than my bike can get to sixty miles an hour. “I really like your cock.” She screws up the end of her nose, as if she can’t believe she just said it, and I can’t help but laugh.
“He really likes you, Iris.”
“Would you like to make out with me a little?”
“Any time you want.”
“Now?” she asks.
I don’t answer, I just pull her into my arms and kiss her. We’re making progress on the whole embarrassed-about-sex thing. More than that, we’re making progress as an us. As a couple.
I nuzzle the sweet spot behind her ear and smile against her skin, and she wiggles when it tickles her.
I growl and she laughs, and suddenly I’m making playful love to the woman in my arms, which is so outside my comfort zone that I feel stripped bare.
Dominance is my preferred MO, but with her, all bets are off. She coaxes me to step outside myself and meet her where she is ... which happens to be naked in my arms.
I move down her body and draw her nipple into my mouth. Smaller breasts aren’t normally my thing, but hers are so fucking perfect that I wonder how I could have been so wrong about them. I lick and tease and squeeze until my woman starts to moan.
There is no plan. Just a lazy Sunday morning, and me and Iris. She places her hands beneath my jaw and encourages me to make my way back to her lips. “I could kiss you all day,” she murmurs against them, her breath warm against my skin.
“I’d let you,” I admit honestly.
Her hips roll against my dick, a slow back and forth that gets both of us needy fast.
I reach behind me and grab one of the condoms off the little table. Within seconds it’s on. Thirty seconds after that, I’ve flipped her onto her knees, my hand on the back of her neck pushing her down into the mattress. I lean forward and press my lips to her ear. “Remember,rainis your safe word.”
She nods but doesn’t say it.
I guide my cock into the warmth of her. It takes a moment, despite both of us wanting it badly. It’s always going to be that way between us because of the size difference, but it makes the need build. I watch as I stretch her pussy to its limits and wonder how much training it would take to fit into her ass. I let go of her neck to rub my thumb over the tight hole and she shivers beneath me.
Rubbing my thumb against my cock as I slide out of her, I collect some of her cream. This time as I slide back home, I ease the tip of my thumb into the tight circle. She squeezes me so hard, my breath catches.
The visual almost sets me off. “Wish you could see your pussy swallowing my cock. You hungry for more, Iris. You wanna come all over me?”
“Tyler, please.”
“I want your head down on the mattress, Iris.”
She glances over her shoulder at me, and I stop moving, even though my cock aches as she twitches around me. I spank her ass, and she tightens around me again. “Spark,” she groans. But her head drops to the mattress.
And in this moment, I’m that guy. The one who’s fresh-faced and optimistic. The one who isn’t broken with distrust and guilt. I’m hers and she’s mine, and that’s all that really matters.
I feel her lips part as I keep easing my way in. Her hips move, changing angle to help me. Her short fingernails dig into the bedding, and I take my thumb from her ass to slide my palm down her spine. She’s so wet for me, feels so good that I’m breathless.
