Page 92 of Playbook
My body shivers with excitement as I roll onto my stomach. He can’t seem to decide how he wants me, or maybe he wants me the same way I want him—every way possible.
He smacks my ass lightly, but with enough sting that I cry out. "Oh, fuck."
“You like that?”
I nod.
Without warning, he does it again. My pussy clenches as the pain rockets through my body. His warm mouth covers the spot, and he kisses me tenderly.
Then he wraps an arm around my waist and pushes into me. The angle is different, but no less divine. His mouth continues to press kisses into my back as his cock thrusts in and out at a slow, rhythmic pace. He’s unhurried, but possessing my body in a way that there’s no denying his reverence.
Seconds pass with us both panting. I can’t hold off the spike of pleasure, even though I want to so that I can keep living in this moment. I don’t want it to end.
“It feels too good,” I say, almost delirious.
“Not yet,” he groans. “I want to watch you come with my dick buried inside you.”
He pulls out and I whimper at the lost sensation, but when I move onto my back, he wastes no time climbing onto the bed with me and giving me exactly what I want.Him.
My eyes flutter closed. My orgasm is right there and I’m no longer able to do anything but let it pulse over me in waves. I cry out, back arching from the bed. When I open my eyes, he’s staring back at me with a look of awe.
“So pretty.” His voice is barely restrained. “I wish you could see yourself right now.”
My pussy clenches around him as my orgasm continues so long that I’m pretty sure it’s triggered another.
He lets out a growl as his pace increases and then he’s coming with a loudgroan that vibrates in his chest.
We cling to each other, continuing to fuck even after we’re both too tired and limp, and we’ve already come. It feels too good to stop.
A delirious giggle escapes from my lips.
“Told you I was never leaving.” He swipes his mouth over mine and then slows to a stop. I know it’s coming, but the second he pulls out, it’s still a shock.
My body is one big nerve, and I just lie there feeling exposed and wonderful and terrified and wondering how long until we can do that again.
“Maybe you should just quit your job so we can stay in bed forever,” he says nearly mirroring my thoughts. He gets rid of the condom and then flops onto his back.
Laughing, I curl up on my side and rest a hand on his bare chest. “Don’t tempt me.”
For several minutes we lie there, unspeaking and catching our breath.
He props his head up with a hand and turns toward me. “Can I ask you something?”
His breaths are still labored, but he has that energetic spark back in his eyes.
“Sure,” I say hesitantly, unsure where he’s going with a lead like that.
“What’s the deal with your parents and your job?”
“You want to talk about my parents right now?” I ask, glancing down at his dick, which is only about halfway deflated.
“We could talk about anything right now. It’s not going to change the fact I’m going to fuck you again as soon as I can.”
I laugh, but then say, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything, but let’s start with your job.”
“You mean the one at the station or my little drawing hobby?” Another short laugh leaves my mouth.
