Page 85 of How to Play the Player

Finally, his palm covers one breast, the warmth of his hand making me sigh with pleasure. He kneads gently, his touch both familiar and thrillingly new after so long apart.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, thumb brushing across my nipple, watching as it pebbles beneath his touch. “Always so responsive to me.”

He lowers his head, replacing his hand with his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it between his lips. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core, making me gasp and arch toward him. He lavishes his attention on first one breast, then the other, until I’m writhing beneath him, hands clutching at his shoulders.

“Nathan,” I breathe, my voice already wrecked with need.

“Patience, little one,” he soothes, pressing kisses down the center of my torso.

His exploration continues downward, pausing to trace the curve where my waist flares to my hip. His hands slide beneath me, cupping my ass and lifting me slightly as he nips at the sensitive flesh just below my hipbone, marking me in a place only he’ll see.

“I remember how ticklish you are right there,” he says, fingers dancing lightly along my sides, making me squirm and laugh despite the heat building between us. “And how sensitive you are here.” His mouth moves to the inside of my thigh, so close to where I need him but not close enough.

The anticipation is a delicious torture. Each kiss, every touch is deliberate, purposeful. He’s mapping me, reclaiming territory he once knew by heart. My skin feels hypersensitive, nerve endings firing wherever his hands or mouth land. Time stretchesand compresses, minutes start to feel like hours, seconds stretching to infinity as he worships my body.

When he finally settles between my thighs, his breath hot against my core, I’m already trembling with need. He looks up the length of my body, his eyes meeting mine, seeking permission even now.

“Please,” I whisper, reaching down to brush his hair back from his forehead. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he promises, then lowers his head.

The first touch of his tongue is an explosion of sensation, pulling a moan from deep in my throat. He groans in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation as he explores me with the same thoroughness he’s shown the rest of my body. Long, slow strokes alternate with teasing circles around the bundle of nerves that has me gasping his name.

Nathan’s hands grip my thighs, holding me open to him. As though I were his sustenance. His tongue dips inside me, then returns to circle my clit with maddening precision. Just when I think I might break from the pleasure, he slides one finger inside me, then another, curving them to find that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages against my sensitive flesh, his voice vibrating through me. “Let go for me. Show me how good it feels.”

The combination of his fingers inside me, his tongue against my clit, and his words is too much. Pleasure crests and breaks like a wave, washing over me in pulses that have me crying out his name, my back arching off the bed. But Nathan doesn’t stop—he gentles his touch but keeps going, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling, my hands tugging at his hair.

He presses one last kiss to my inner thigh before slowly making his way back up my body, his lips never leaving my skin.By the time he reaches my mouth, I’ve caught my breath enough to kiss him back properly, tasting myself on his tongue.

“You’re even more beautiful when you come in my bed,” he says, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “I’ve missed watching you fall apart for me.”

I reach between us, finally taking him in my hand, feeling the velvety hardness of his cock pulse against my palm. “I want you inside me,” I tell him, loving how his breath catches at my touch. “Please, Nathan.”

He kisses me deeply, then reaches between us to position himself at my entrance. “Look at me,” he says, and I open my eyes I hadn’t realized were half closed. The connection between us deepens as our gazes lock, something profound passing between us that transcends the physical.

Slowly, inch by amazing inch, he pushes forward. The stretch and fullness are both familiar and overwhelmingly new. I wrap my leg around his waist, drawing him deeper until he’s buried to the hilt inside me.

“You feel like coming home,” he whispers, his voice reverent, almost shaking with emotion.

For a long moment, he doesn’t move, just rests his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling. This moment between us feels sacred somehow, more meaningful than just physical pleasure.

When he finally begins to move, it’s with deliberate slowness, drawing almost completely out before pushing all the way back in. I gasp as my toes curl and my breath catches in my throat. Each stroke is measured, controlled, hitting places that have my pleasure climbing steadily. My body remembers him—the perfect rhythm, the way he angles his hips to brush against my clit, driving me closer to orgasm. I can feel every inch of him, the delicious friction sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spinewith each careful thrust. His eyes never leave mine, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face.

“I love you,” he whispers, the words falling from his lips with such raw honesty that it takes my breath away. His eyes never leave mine, watching for my reaction, vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen him before.

His movements falter for just a heartbeat as he waits for my response. My heart swells so suddenly I feel tears fall from my eyes.

“Nathan,” I breathe, reaching up to cup his face. “I love you too. I never stopped loving you.”

Relief washes over his face. He captures my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, his hips still moving in that steady rhythm that’s quickly rebuilding the pleasure inside me.

“Say it again,” I urge against his lips, needing to hear those words that I’d given up hope of ever hearing from him again.

“I love you, Quinn,” he repeats, his voice rough with emotion. “Always.”

His confession has my heart soaring as he quickens his pace. A second climax builds faster than the first. I clutch at his shoulders as the tension coils tighter and tighter.

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