Page 59 of Kissing Games
She panicked and shook her head.
He smiled to reassure her. ‘I can work with that.’
She wanted to close her eyes but they remained stubbornly open as she watched him drop her jeans to the floor. He lay between her legs, kissing her ankles, stroking his fingers up and down her lower legs. Over the sound of her own laboured breathing, she could hear him humming with pleasure. With each stroke upward, desire rushed up her legs, adding to the heavy pulse throbbing in her core. Between each devastating kiss he whispered endearments into her burning skin, telling her how beautiful she was, how hot she made him. She tried to keep still but the pleasure was too much to contain. She needed to move to release it.
By the time he reached the apex of her thighs, her body was vibrating. She desperately wanted to keep covering herself but her fingers were twitching like tethered birds wanting to fly. His nose pushed between them and he hummed into her sex. Blinding pleasure shot through her and she cried out, her hips bucking up into his face. His hot wet tongue pushed through the sodden cotton of her panties, dragging over the material, sucking at her through it.
‘You taste so good,’ he groaned.
‘Oh god,’ she cried, unable to hold back. ‘Charlie!’
He dragged again and again across the cotton of her underwear as she rocked against him. Her hands fluttered away and settled on the back of his head, fingers splaying through his hair as her orgasm started to build. He found her swollen clit and sucked on it, pulling at the nub through her panties.
‘Oh, oh, oh,’ she sobbed, clutching his hair, tugging him closer. He pulled back, resting his forehead against the inside of her thigh, breathing heavily. Why had he stopped? Just as she was building the courage to ask, he started again, licking up the length of her slit. Long, hot, wet pulls of pleasure, every third one ending with the tip of his tongue vibrating against her clitoris. His hands were on the insides of her thighs, pushing them wider. She felt the tendrils of her orgasm gathering at the outer edges of her being. They swirled around each other, whirling strands of pleasure weaving together into a tapestry of coloured light, getting brighter, thicker, bigger, building until—
He stopped again. Frustration boiled inside her as the promise of her orgasm ebbed. She bucked her hips into his head and he chuckled.
He knelt above her and touched the buttons of her jacket. ‘Can this come off?’
Her body was heavy with desire, her nervousness beaten back. She nodded. He took her hands and sat her up. She looked down at his swollen cock and blushed, letting him pull off her jacket.
‘Are you ready to lose the jumper?’ he whispered into her hair.
She nodded again. He tucked his fingers under her jumper but lifted off her T-shirt as well in the same move. She looked at him in surprise.
‘Oops,’ he grinned.
She crossed her arms in front of her large breasts, anxiety and desire fighting inside her. She felt naked, despite the underwear.
Charlie kissed her lips gently and she softened into his touch. ‘You take my breath away,’ he whispered. He laid her back on the bed and stroked down her torso between her breasts.
She shivered.
He tilted his head. ‘Are you warm enough, sweetheart?’
She nodded, not wanting to speak in case she wept with emotion. He looked relieved and kissed down her neck, suckling at her skin. A low moan escaped her as he scored his nails across the cup of her bra, finding her tight nipple and pinching it. His mouth found the other and pulled at it through the lace material. She held onto his back, holding him to her. She could feel his cock bumping against her inner thighs and clamped her legs around it. He growled over her breast, thrusting his hips forward once, then leaping back as if burned.
He took a ragged breath in, his whole body tensed, then fell on her, his mouth capturing hers, one hand on the outside of her bra, the other returning to her panties. He pushed under the side of her underwear and into her tight heat, his thumb moving in circles over the top of the fabric, zeroing in on her clit. She clenched around him, the promise of her orgasm whipping around inside her like the winds of a storm, gathering for a cataclysmic release. His fingers slowly fucked her, building her pleasure as she moaned into his mouth and writhed against him.
He stilled and pulled his head away.
‘Charlie, no! Don’t stop,’ she begged.
He looked down at her, his eyes hooded and dark, his breathing ragged. ‘Valentina. Do you want to come around my fingers or my cock?’
At his words, she clenched and light tore up her body. She looked down at his cock, weeping with precum.
‘You need to tell me,’ he said, his voice husky. ‘I need to know what you want.’
She swallowed. This was it.
‘Your cock,’ she said, her voice scratchy and desperate.
His eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe her. He grabbed a condom from his back pocket, ripped the packet open and unfurled it over his enormous length.
‘Before you worry, I bought them earlier from the local pharmacy in a fit of optimism,’ he said quickly, heading off her question before it arose.
She pulled at him, wanting him inside her before her insecurities changed her mind. He didn’t ask her to remove her underwear, just pulled her pants to one side and settled the head of his cock at her entrance. He looked at her as if seeking reassurance. She opened her legs wider, angled her hips up and grabbed onto the side of his jeans, tugging him closer. They both cried out as he began to push into her resistance. He stopped, his arms braced either side of her as he clenched his body.
