Page 12 of Let Me Win You

Desire swirled low in my belly, pooling between my thighs with liquid heat.

“Invi…” I fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to have him naked too.

He opened the zipper, freeing his erection. Springing free, it slapped my thigh with enough force to get my attention.

I leaned back, eyeing his massive member that was pointing straight up at me.

“God, it’s…it’s huge,” I mumbled. “How do you even fit it in your pants? Or anywhere else, for that matter?”

He stared down at his dick as if seeing it for the first time himself.

“Sadly, I can’t make it any smaller.” The solemn expression with which he said it made me giggle.

“Well, that’s a shame,” I quipped. My inner muscles clenched with ache as if I was already being impaled by his monster cock. “Um…how about we’ll just cuddle?” I teased.

“Cuddle?” To my surprise, his face lit up with delight. “I’d love that.”

Scooping me up, he rolled back onto the bed.

“Wow!” I laughed. “With so much enthusiasm, one would think you’ve never cuddled before.”

“I might have,” he said, letting go of me just long enough to kick off his pants and shoes before pulling the covers over us. “But it must be centuries ago because I don’t recall how it felt. Show me how it’s done.” He eagerly shifted closer.

“There are no rules, really.” I snuggled into his wide chest. “As long as we both feel nice, warm, and comfy. Are you comfy?” I smiled up at him.

He held my gaze for a long moment.

“Very comfy,” he finally replied, then gently tapped my cheek with his finger. “I adore your dimples. I’ve never found any attribute of a physical body as alluring as these before.”

“I never heard anyone speak the way you do,” I said.

“How do I speak?”

“I…I don’t know. Like one minute, you’re just a regular, insanely hot guy I met at the bar. Then another minute, I feel like I’m with some duke from a historical novel or an ancient entity dug out from an Egyptian pyramid or something.” I exhaled a nervous laugh, aware of how silly my words sounded.

He didn’t laugh, stroking the side of my face with the back of his fingers.

“Well, you’re not wrong about any of those,” he murmured before gently kissing my lips. “Does kissing still count as cuddling? Because I really like kissing you.”

“I’m not sure,” I breathed out, subdued by another warm wave of desire washing over me. “But I don’t mind if it does.”

He grinned before giving me another kiss. His fresh scent of jasmine enveloped me, flavoring his kisses too. His hands slipped around me. His arms flexed, bringing me closer. He slid his thigh between my legs, and I rubbed myself against it to alleviate the pressure building in my core.

Was it still just cuddling? I was no longer sure, but I didn’t want it to stop.

He cupped my breast, kissing down my neck. I rode his thigh, until he slipped a hand between my legs.

“I…” I panted, trying to warn him. “I don’t come when I’m with someone.”

Desire swirled, rising and ebbing in waves. It was an enjoyable feeling, but it wouldn’t lead to anything, no matter how hard he tried, and he might as well know it right away.

He didn’t stop, gently circling and flicking my clit with his finger.

“Whendoyou come?”

“At home…by myself…with a vibrator…”

My ex didn’t allow my toys in bed with us, either feeling intimidated or threatened by them.

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