Page 86 of The Games We Play
The beast inside me was finally totally fucking calm. And this morning, there are no bad memories, no high energy, no fight or flight, no adrenaline.
I’m stripped bare.
I replay her response as I lie there, waiting for her to say something to my confession. I wanted to beg her to pick me.
For the record, I love you too, Spark, she whispered.
I let the words flow through me and over me, again. It’s the first time I’ve told someone I was falling in love with them since my ex. And they feel new. Fresh. Filled with energy that makes me feel seven feet tall.
I rub my hands over her skin, up and down her back, over her hip and the shape of her ass. Always thought I liked thick women, with plenty of meat on their bones, and yet here I am, craving my little chick.
“Morning,” she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep.
“Morning, Iris.” I wrap my arms tightly around her as she tries to move off me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She lifts her head so I can see her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how I ended up lying on you. I must have been restless in the night or something. I don’t usually—”
“Babe. I like it. It’s okay.”
The breath leaves her in a whoosh. “Good. Okay. Sorry.”
The fact she’s nervous gives me hope. Means she doesn’t want to do something wrong, which means this really is important to her. I cup her cheeks and kiss her softly. While my dick is craving something more, I battered that poor cunt of hers last night, and I’m gentleman enough to give her time to heal.
She climbs off me and settles on her knees between mine. “Oh,” she says, her eyes firmly on my dick in a way that makes me question my good intentions.
“Don’t worry. Morning wood.” I lift up on one elbow, and using the pad of my thumb, I gently stroke over her slit. “And the last thing you need this morning is a ride on it.”
“Thank you. It’s just ... well ... I ... shit.”
“Just say it. Whatever it is.”
“I want to be what you need in every way. The rough with the smooth. The light with the dark. The sweet with the ... well, whatever that was last night. No one has ever treated me the way you just did. But I want to explore it with you. Just, maybe use lube next time.”
Iris smiles shyly at me, all sugar while telling me she wants to try spice.
I reach for her hand and place it on my cock. Just because we’re giving her pussy a break doesn’t mean she can’t use her hand, right? Or her mouth. “Can’t be saying hot things to me like that.”
She squeezes my cock before stroking it firmly, and I’m surprised. Girls never apply enough pressure, but she does. Stroking me how I like without me having to tell her. I hold her shoulders to help with her balance given one hand is in a brace and the other is pumping my cock. I say, “Lube’ll work. Or maybe next time I’ll edge you until you’re so fucking close you’re dripping down your thighs.”
Her stroking stops, and I raise an eyebrow. “Sorry,” she says again, picking up speed. “But what’s edging?”
Of course she doesn’t know what edging is. “Keep pumping my cock while you tell me why you don’t know what edging is.” I rise onto my elbows so I get a better view of her hand around my dick. It’s fucking hot.
“My sex life has been good but very simple. Five guys. All nice. They always put in the effort, and I usually came, but it wasn’t ...”
“It wasn’t what?” I huff, then arch off the bed as she puts her mouth on me. Wet and warm. Tight. “Fuck.”
She glances up at me and lets my dick slide out of her mouth with a pop. “Magic.”
Maybe I could have stopped the grin, but I don’t want to. “Magic, huh?”
“Yeah, Spark. Magic. Now teach me about edging.”
“You put your mouth back on my dick, and I’ll tell you anything you want.”
I’ve had all kinds of lips on my dick. Fat lips, pouty lips, red lips, lips filled with filler. But none of them jacked me up like the sight of Iris’s stretched around me. Saliva slides down my dick, and her palm spreads it around, starting that intense slip and slide along my length.
“Edging is basically taking you up to the point of orgasm, then stopping, before ... repeating it all ... over again.” My breath starts to get choppy as my abs clench. “As many times as either partner can take. You get so fucking wet and primed that when you finally come, it’s—” I gasp as she twists her palm near the head.
