Page 76 of The Games We Play
The sweet and savory taste of her hits my tongue, and if this were all I got to eat for breakfast every day for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy man. I add my finger, then another, stretching her as I circle her clit before sucking on it the way I know she enjoys.
She’s mine to do with as I please, and I love the knowledge of it almost as much as I miss the way she usually threads her fingers through my hair and tugs on it when I go down on her.
“Spark,” she cries, and I can tell she’s getting close.
I write my name with my tongue, claiming her clit as mine.
S. She arches off the bed.
P. She rubs her clit against my face.
A. She flops back down.
R. She rolls her hips.
K. She comes on a moan that has my dick leaking as I lick up everything she offers.
Without wiping my face, I crawl up her body and kiss her lips. “Fucking love the taste of you.” I grunt.
After reaching toward the bedside table, I grab a condom and quickly sheath myself. Her eyes are closed, her smile soft. She’s punch drunk on a sex high, and I’m ready to join her.
I direct my cock to her opening and watch as she accepts me. “You were made for me,” I groan as my head slips inside her.
I lift her hips up off the bed and hold her open while I seat myself. Her body is one lean line. With her hands tied to the headboard, her small tits and aroused nipples shudder as I pump into her.
Her eyes meet mine, and suddenly I can’t think or see or taste or feel anything except her. The beauty of the sunrise has nothing on the woman currently tied up on my bed.
“Take me,” Iris says quietly.
And I wonder if she means take her right now or take her forever. Because I’m a greedy fucker, and I want her for both. I ease her hips down and lie over her, cupping the cheeks of her ass. All so I can get to her lips, because kissing her while I come becomes imperative.
The shift in angle makes it all the more intense.
My balls tighten as they slap against her. She bites my lip, and I groan, losing myself as my body takes over.
When I come, it feels like something detonates deep inside me. Wave after wave of ecstasy better than anything I’ve ever known.
“Iris,” I groan, placing my forehead on the pillow as aftershocks take me. I keep rolling my hips to draw the feeling out, even as the sensation becomes too good, too raw. “You need more?” I ask, knowing she didn’t come again while I was in her.
She shakes her head. “No. But I would like my hands so I can hold you for a minute.”
I lift myself enough to untie her wrist and flop down on her as her arms come around me. A hand makes its way into my hair, but she doesn’t tug. She runs fingertips over my scalp.
“Keep doing that and I’ll fall asleep again.”
Her lips form a smile against my temple. “Go deal with the condom, and we can snooze for a little while before I have to get ready for school.”
I do as she says. When I wake up an hour later, she isn’t in bed. I tug on some jeans and go find her.
She’s in the kitchen, sipping coffee, watching something going on in the yard.
I slip my arms around her waist. “What’s going on out there?”
“A racoon with baby raccoons ran along the fence.” She leans her head against my chest. I take the coffee from her hands and take a sip.
“Better go shoot the fuckers before they set up home beneath the deck.”
Iris slaps my palm. “You’ll do no such thing.”
