Page 60 of Musical Games
He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
‘And how are you going to stop me?’ She giggled.
There was a rush of air as her feet left the floor, then she was on the bed, his body half on hers, his arms bracketing her head.
He blinked as he stared at her. As if he’d lived all his life in darkness and had just stumbled into the light.
Her throat tightened. She felt so cherished. So seen. So wanted.
His lips lowered to hers, his head slanting to deepen the connection as his tongue caressed her mouth. She clung to his broad shoulders as rolling waves of pleasure crashed through her. Each kiss was more intense, more perfect than the last. He responded to every movement she made, every moan, as he rocketed her higher. Her orgasm was shaking inside her, desperate to escape. She pulled back and he looked at her, concern etched into his forehead.
‘Are you okay? Is it okay?’
Her cheeks flushed. She was suddenly shy as if she couldn’t voice the words ricocheting around her head. The words begging him to fuck her hard and fuck her now. She cupped the side of his face.
‘It’s incredible, Jamie. I just want more.’
‘Tell me what you want.’ He looked desperate, as if wanting everything but afraid to ask.
Her heart was thumping in her chest, her breasts aching to be free. She swallowed and hooked her fingers under the top of her dress. He pulled back, watching, his hands clenched into fists on his thighs. She’d never felt so aware of her body before. She slowly pulled the dress off her shoulders, down over the swell of her breasts.
His eyes widened, his breath coming faster and faster.
Her head was dizzy as she worked it lower. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the edge of the fabric snagged on her nipples, sending shooting darts of pleasure through her body. She sucked in a breath and let her breasts spill free. He stared, his knuckles white, all his muscles strained as if fighting to hold himself back.
‘Tell me what you want.’ His voice was a question and a command, so low it was almost a growl.
She reached out, unclenching his fist. He watched, mesmerised, as she dragged his fingers to her breasts.
‘I want you to touch me.’
As he grazed her taut nipple, she let out an involuntary cry, her hand jerking off his to cover her mouth. She closed her eyes and let him lead. Sensation tingled through her as he rubbed the swollen peak between his finger and thumb. She arched up to him as he circled and rubbed her nipples, drawing out pleasure that coiled and spun, then lashed out inside her.
‘Oh god, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.’
She whispered his name like an invocation, urging him on, begging for more. She felt the heat from his breath on her puckered skin and opened her eyes to see his face at her breasts, watching as he rubbed her nipples. He looked up, his gaze heavy with lust. His tongue wetted his lower lip and she groaned.
‘Yes, Jamie. Please.’
He lowered his head and sucked the nipple hard into his mouth.
Sam crashed back into the pillow, biting the side of her thumb to muffle her cry. If Jamie had been taking it slow, he’d just shot up to fifth gear. He held her tight to the bed as he sucked and licked and nipped at her breasts and she thrashed and moaned beneath him. She’d never experienced anything like this. Her body fizzed and popped with pleasure, endless bubbles of light expanding inside her. Her arousal was slick on her inner thighs as she squeezed them together, her clitoris burning and aching with need. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable. She grabbed one of his hands, pulling it away from her breast. His head shot up.
‘What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?’ He was out of breath, his eyes glazed and unfocused.
She tugged his hand between her legs, inside her dress and thrust his middle finger deep inside her.
‘Fuck!’ Jamie’s head fell to her chest, his breath harsh and out of control. ‘Jesus Christ! Oh god, Sam.’
She held tightly, squeezing her muscles around his thick finger and rocking her hips against him.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!’
She stroked into his hair with her other hand.
‘Are you okay?’ she whispered.
He looked at her, his eyes wild. ‘You’re…’ He struggled for breath. ‘You’re not wearing underwear.’
