Page 12 of Winning the Quarterback
"You wore these for me?" I ask, tracing the edge of lace where it meets her thigh.
She bites her lip. "Maybe I just like pretty underwear."
"Either way, I'm the lucky beneficiary."
I take my time, trailing kisses down her body, mapping each curve and hollow with my mouth. Her skin tastes like salt and sweetness, and she's so responsive, every touch draws a gasp or shiver. When I reach the waistband of her panties, I glance up, seeking permission.
The look on her face nearly undoes me. She nods, lifting her hips as I slowly peel the lace down her legs. Then she's naked beneath me, all soft curves and pale skin in the dim light, and I've never seen anything more beautiful.
"You're still wearing too many clothes," she points out, reaching for the button of my jeans.
I help her, stepping out of my remaining clothing until we're both bare, exposed to each other completely. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, and I see the flash of nervousness cross her face.
"We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," I assure her, stroking her cheek.
She shakes her head, smiling. "That's not it. I'm very much ready. Just... it's been a while."
"For me too," I admit. "Longer than you'd probably think."
"We'll go slow." I brush a kiss against her lips.
I lie beside her, drawing her into my arms, letting her get comfortable with the feel of skin against skin. The simple pleasure of holding her like this—naked, vulnerable, trusting—hits me with unexpected force.
We kiss deeply, hands roaming, learning each other's bodies by touch and taste. I trail my fingers down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump beneath my touch, until I reach the apex of her thighs. She parts her legs on a sigh, granting me access to her most intimate place.
When I touch her there, finding her already slick and ready, she makes a sound that I immediately want to hear again, a half-gasp, half-moan that vibrates through her whole body. I stroke her slowly, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her hips lift seekingly.
"Like this?" I murmur against her ear, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Yes," she breathes, eyes closed tight, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Just like that."
I increase the pressure, the pace, watching her face as she climbs higher. Her hand finds me, wrapping around my length, and I nearly lose my rhythm at the sensation of her soft palm against me.
"Together," she whispers, her strokes matching my own.
The room fills with the sounds of our soft moans, harsh breathing, the rustle of sheets as we move against each other. When I slide a finger inside her, then two, she cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.
"I need you," she gasps, tugging me closer. "Now, Devin. Please."
She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me in until I'm seated fully inside her. We both freeze, adjusting to the sensation. She's tight, hot, perfect around me, and it takes every ounce of control not to move too fast, too hard.
"Okay?" I manage to ask, muscles trembling with restraint.
She nods, eyes locked with mine. "More than okay. Move, Devin. Please."
I begin slowly, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as she relaxes beneath me. Her body yields to mine, warm and welcoming with each careful push forward.
Her hands clutch my shoulders, fingers pressing into muscle, nails digging into skin. The slight sting only heightens my pleasure, grounding me in the moment.
"Is this good?" I murmur against her neck, needing to hear her confirmation.
"So good," she whispers, her breath catching as I push deeper.
I can feel her body learning mine, adjusting, softening, opening. Her thighs tighten around my hips, pulling me closer, urging me deeper. When I shift the angle slightly, lifting her hips with one hand beneath her lower back, she gasps. Her head falls back against the pillow, throat exposed, back arching sharply off the bed.
"There," she breathes, eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Right there. Don't stop."
I obey, maintaining the rhythm that hits that perfect spot inside her, savoring how her inner walls flutter around me with each thrust.
