Page 24 of More Than A Game

Murphy

Iopen my eyes and smell cookies. What are those little fuckers called? My sister always makes them at Christmas. Snicker somethings. Snicker diddles?

That sounds like a dirty fuck.

I inhale deeply and relax in the smallest fucking bed I’ve ever slept in, curling my arm tighter around Sabrina. She has her head resting on the spot between my shoulder and my pec. Her arm is thrown over my bare chest, and her mile-long legs are tangled up with mine. Surprisingly, this position is more than comfortable. It feels fucking fantastic.

The feel of her lying against me...

Her skin on mine...

The feel of her in my arms...

It all feels like something I could get addicted to.

I need to get up and stretch out. I’m fucking starving and need some caffeine. I could probably use an ice bath, and I need to watch tapes today before heading to the Kings home game tonight. First things first, I need to wake Sleeping Beauty up. I’d like to do it with my head between her legs, but I should probably make sure she’s awake the first time I feast on her pussy.

I settle for lightly running my fingertips up and down her spine, feeling the ridges under her ribbed tank. This has the opposite effect of what I wanted. Sabrina, still sleeping soundly, practically climbs on top of me. Her upper body is now plastered to my chest. If she moves just an inch to her left with her hips, there’ll be no hiding the effect she has on me.

My cock is already so hard I have to adjust myself to make sure it stays in my boxer briefs and doesn’t make a surprise appearance above my waistband.

I move my hand to continue rubbing her spine but now under her tiny white tank. Looking down, I can see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric and wonder if they’re pale pink or darker red like her lips.

My meat hook of a hand spans her entire back.

On my next pass down her spine, I dip my hand under her little plaid shorts. Not exploring, just barely venturing under the elastic. Sabrina has those two dimples above her ass I love on a woman. My mouth waters just thinking about licking them.

Burying my head in her hair, I inhale deeply, and she lets out a small moan as she tries to get closer to me. She’s radiating heat.

Fuck this.

Gently, I roll her until she’s on her back, and I’m on my side looking down. Leaving my hand on her hip and under her tank, I take in the site in front of me. Her brown hair is mussed, her features look soft and relaxed. Those long, black lashes are fanning the creamy skin on her face. Her breasts are high and tight under the glittery silver tiara on her white tank, and those nipples are poking against the fabric, making my mouth water. Her toned abs lead to perfectly flared hips that my hands look good gripping. I love seeing the defined muscles in her arms and thighs and knowing she isn’t afraid of hard work.

Knowing she earned her muscles is a turn-on by itself.

My hands are running up and down her sides as I lean down and kiss that spot between her shoulder and neck, then lick my way up to her ear. Nipping gently, I hear the sweet sigh of a sexy woman, and I want nothing more than to sink into her heat.

“Mmmmm, Aiden. What are you doing?” Sabrina practically moans.

Pulling back, I look down at this sexy creature in my arms and wish we were in my bed with space to move.

Space to worship her body the way it deserves.

“I’m saying thank you for sharing your bed with me, Princess.” Lazily covering her lips with mine, I move one hand under her tank and cup her breast.

Sabrina moves her legs, encouraging me to get closer as her hands grab my sides and travel up my back to grip my hair.

Pushing her tank up, I get my first look at her bare skin, and I’m in awe. Her nipples are the prettiest shade of pink, and they’re just begging to be sucked. Dropping my head, I run my tongue around her breasts, first one and then the other, sucking her nipples into my mouth before gently biting and eliciting that hum again.

My new goal in life is to be the reason Sabrina Cabot makes that goddamn noise.

I feel like we’re playing a crazy game of twister on this bed. It was definitely not made for a six-two linebacker. Moving my hand down her body, I play with the waistband of her shorts, waiting to see if she’s going to stop me. I don’t want to do anything she isn’t comfortable with. I know I don’t want to fuck Sabrina for the first time in this tiny-ass bed, but I want to get her off more than my I want my next breath.

As my callused hand slowly begins its descent to the promised land, she lets her legs fall open, giving me more room and the go-ahead in one move.

Licking my way back up her soft skin. I kiss her lips again with more urgency. Her pussy is so fucking smooth. “God, Princess, you’re soaking wet for me.” Circling her clit with my middle finger, I dip it into her pussy and drag her juices back up as I continue to work her clit.

Sabrina runs her fingers through my hair, before tightening her grip. Arching into me, her breath hitches. “Jesus, Aiden. Please don’t stop.”

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