Page 68 of Rewrite the Rules

“Hey, it’s a big deal to me.” I duck my head to peek at those deep-blue ocean drops that hide beneath her thick dark lashes.

She groans in frustration. “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“Sure I am. I got to exactly where I am in my career by being nonchalant and letting things go—come on, woman! Hell no, I’m not going to let it go.” I run my hands up her velvety-smooth bare thighs. I can feel a lace elastic band as my hands trail around her backside. She put her thong back on.

Cradling my face, Adler lightly rubs my jawline with her thumbs. She looks in my eyes like she’s searching for an answer to a question she hasn’t yet asked.

“If you must know, I’m thinking about the rules,” she whispers.

“Rules?”

“For what we’re doing.”

“There are rules?”

“For me. Because I’m the weak gazelle.”

“What are you talking about?” It’d be in poor taste if I told her how crazy she sounds, so I don’t, but her cryptic clues are making me feel like Adler isn’t as ready for this as I thought. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She presses her finger across my lips. “Shhh.” Adler raises her arms above her head. “Take this off.”

I lift the edge of her pale-pink sweater and remove it in one pull. I discard her bra and plant my face in her tits. I tease her nipples with my teeth before sucking on them tenderly. Pressure, then pleasure. Over and over. Adler arches her back and groans like she wants more. No,needs more.

Standing, I pull off my shirt then kick off my sweatpants. Her eyes glue onto my briefs that are uncomfortably constricting my erection. She tugs on my waistband like she’s ripping off a Band-Aid. “Okay,” she whispers to herself, like a pep talk. I mean to ask if she’s okay, but she sinks to her knees and I’m instantly in her warm wet mouth. My hips jerk forward out of surprise and she stops to look up at me questioningly. “Did you…”

I scoff, only slightly offended. “Um—you’d know if I did, Adler.”

“Right. Of course, I just meant—”

“Please, keep going.” I gently weave my hands into her hair, guiding her mouth back to me. She swirls her tongue around my tip teasing me in my favorite way. She knows exactly what I like without me having to ask. Her small soft hand wraps around me and rhythmically strokes the rest of my length until my knees go weak. I grip the bedpost to steady myself.

I selfishly let her go on like this for a while. Her mouth feels so good. Too good. Adler shifts and grimaces, trying to untuck her legs that must be aching by now. I’m sure she wants to relieve the pressure from her knees that are embedded into my hardwood floors.

“Hey.” She lifts only her eyes to meet mine, her pouty lips still wrapped around me. “Do you want to get up?” I slide out of her mouth with apop.

“You want me to stop?”

“I don’t. But you’re uncomfortable and I don’t want to go like this.”

A singeing devilish smile overtakes her. “Are you close?” She slides her mouth back on me as her eyes stay locked on mine. I bump the back of her throat.Aaaaahhhhhh.Fuck.Yes.Too close.

“Don’t you want to have sex?” I push against her shoulders and step back out of her reach.

“Aren’t we? I already got mine.”

“Got yours? That was just the opening act. I’ve got the headliner ready to go.” I glance down at my very eager approval. A curious fire flickers in her eyes. A look that says stop and go at the same time. “Are you sure you’re okay—”

“Stop asking.Yes. I want to.”

There are two types of women. The first kind is one who cools down during head. It’s a chore, just a trade. The second kind is one who gets even wetter as she slides her mouth over a hard rod. Giving pleasure is almost as good as getting her own. It’s the same for guys. Personally, I could not have been harder while I was eating Adler out like she was my very last meal.

“I’m curious about something,” I say as I lift Adler by her shoulders off of her knees. I plunge my hand into her panties and trail my fingers down and up her soaked slit. “Ah. My kind of woman.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing.” I tug down her black thong. “Lay down.” I nod toward the bed as I fetch a condom out of my top dresser drawer.

Adler studies me like a hawk as I rip the foil packet free and roll the rubber over my eagerness. “Huh…”

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