Page 52 of The Game Plan

I break the kiss, and he makes a noise of disappointment. He perks right back up when I pull the shirt over my head, leaving me straddling him in just a thin pair of panties.

He stares at me, his mouth open. “Sam, you’re…”

A little thick. Chunky. Curvy. I know I’ve got a lot going on. I’m never going to be some twig.

“You’re perfect,” he says, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he stares at me with open-eyed wonder. “Can I…?”

He reaches out towards me. I take his hand and place it on my breast, his thumb over my nipple. He groans, and his cock twitches beneath me again.

“You have to show me what you like. I haven’t… I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never had sex before?” I work to keep the incredulity out of my voice. He’s so gorgeous and has such a great personality. How has nobody else scooped this guy up yet?

“I’ve had sex,” he says, a little self-consciously. “I wouldn’t say I have a lot of experience. We never really did any foreplay. It was just straight to bing bang boom.”

“Miles…”

“Look, I’m not proud of it,” he snaps. His frustration is such a turn on. “It just happened that way. I want to learn. I want to know how to get you off. I want to be able to get you off, so that you enjoy it as much as I do. But I need your help for that.”

My hand covers his. “Okay. So we’ll explore together.”

He gulps, his eyes wide. His thumb strokes over my nipple, tentative.

“Sex is about more than you sticking your dick in me a few times. There’s a rhythm to it. We’ll start slow,” I promise.

I show him how I like to be touched. He’s a quick study. When I slip my underwear off and lay naked in his bed, he goes tense when he should be getting more relaxed. There’s a naked, willing woman in his bed. This isn’t complicated.

“Sam…”

“Hmm?”

His kiss is soft, sweet, like he’s afraid to hurt me.

Taking his hand, I show him where to touch me, how much pressure to use. His eyes are wide with sublime wonder as he rubs my clit the vigorous way I need him to.

Fisting my hands in his sweatshirt, I kiss him, deepening the kiss almost immediately. My nerves are alight with glorious pleasure. I can feel the pressure building, that rubber band inside of me pulled taut as he explores me. His rhythm falters.

His fingers slip low, playing with my wetness. Slowly, impossibly slowly, I feel the tip of his thick finger breach me, tentative. I widen my legs for him, and he groans low in his throat.

“You feel…” He presses his forehead to mine.

“Just wait until your cock is inside of me.”

He bites his lip, sweat beading on his hairline. “I don’t think I can wait.”

“You’re twenty-one. You’re good for a couple of rounds.”

His cheeks flame red. I love the way he flushes, the way his skin glows.

I kiss him, again and again, as he moves his finger inside of me and strokes my clit with his thumb. His touch is a little clumsy, a little unsure. I like that about him. I know what I like, what I need. He takes direction well. We work well together.

Planting my feet into the mattress, I tilt my hips and take as much as I can bear. Everything inside of me is on fire.

I pull him on top of me. He tries to prop himself up and I tug him to me.

“I’m going to crush you.”

“I know what I can handle. And right now I want you on top of me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, touching as much of him as I can. I map the strong muscles of his shoulders, the curve of his biceps.

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