Page 56 of Making the Play

I move to the other breast, this time sliding a hand to between her legs, over the cotton, then underneath. She bucks her hips. I slip a finger inside her. “That does, too,” she hums. “Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t plan to,” I say easing off her nipple so I can skim my lips lower, and lower still.

The scent of her skin, clean, warm, and intoxicating lingers in my nose and if I had to walk a straight line right now I’d fail spectacularly.

I do plan to make her come with my mouth, though. I kiss her hip then slide her underwear down her legs, tossing the small undergarment over my shoulder.

She pushes up onto her elbows to see what I do next. Under heavy lids she watches me kiss the inside of her ankle, her calf, behind her knee. I move to the other leg and kiss the inside of her thigh. I stop a hair’s breadth away from her center. She spreads her legs, inviting me to feast.

Best Thanksgiving ever.

I bury my face and eat her out until she’s writhing and vibrating, and her first orgasm rolls into a second release that has her thrusting against my chin, her heels digging into the mattress, and moans of pleasure filling the room. I don’t let up until her body stills, her legs completely relaxing.

“Holy shit, you’re good at that,” she says.

I raise an eyebrow.

“Unbelievably good,” she clarifies. “On a scale of one to ten—” she takes a second to consider her words “—a twenty-five.”

Twenty-five is my jersey number.

“I’m about to rock your world a third time.” I take off my boxer briefs at the same time I snag the one and only condom out of my wallet, kneel on the bed, and start to—

“Slow your roll there, stud,” Chloe says, sitting up and covering my hand with hers. My dick jerks at the close proximity of her fingers. “It’s my turn to look at you.”

No problem. I raise my hands in surrender, giving her all access.

“I knew you’d live up to my imagination.” She s-l-o-w-l-y rolls the condom down my shaft.

“You’ve surpassed mine,” I admit.

That earns me a modest smile to add to my assorted collection. I want to be the reason she smiles every single day. I push the possessive thought out of my head to concentrate on right here, right now.

“Now lie down, Webster, arms over your head.”

Chloe

I’ve never likedbeing told what to do, but when Finn commands me to lie back down with my arms over my head, his giant, beautiful cock poised to come inside me, I don’t hesitate.

Because I want nothing more than to be connected to him in the most intimate way possible. He’s already touched and kissed me everywhere, made me feel like this is a bed of clouds. A place where the two of us are a world away from everyone and everything. He’s plucked my heart out of despair so effortlessly, it doesn’t matter whether I wanted him to or not. I was—I am—helpless against his charm.

He won’t be mine forever, but he’s mine right now.

And let me tell you, he is ALL THE THINGS.

His hard body covers my soft one as he laces one hand with mine. His other hand glides down my side, raising feel-good bumps on my skin.

“I want to go slow, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to,” he says, gazing down into my eyes with affection and enthusiasm and I’m completely gone for him.

“We have all night,” I say.

“I don’t have any more condoms.”

“I do.”

If I still had my panties on, they would have just disintegrated from the sexy curve of Finn’s mouth. His fingers find my wet and ready entrance. He rubs and teases and then he slips inside me with one smooth thrust of his hips. For several glorious seconds we stay just like that. Perfectly still. Him deep inside me, stretching me. Filling me so completely, the sweet sensation is a kind of delicious pressure I’ve never felt before.

It’s heaven.

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