Page 65 of For the Win

He closes his eyes, groans, and falls back into the pillows.“Oh yeah.”

I caress him there, enjoying the thick, firm length of him.Then he rolls me over onto my back, going onto his knees.He slides one hand under my butt, the other clasping my ankles and lifting my feet in the air.Curling his fingers into the waistband of my cropped leggings, he meets my eyes.I nod.

He drags them off me, past my knees, then over my feet, still in the air.When they’re off, he runs his hands up my legs.“Gorgeous,” he says hoarsely.He cups my pussy with one hand and leans down to kiss me again.He kisses my mouth, my jaw, my throat...down my chest.He kisses my scar.I lift my hips to press myself into his hand, needing more pressure there.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, rubbing me.“So hot.I want to make you come.”

“Ohhh.I want that too.”

He tugs aside the lace cup of my bralette and kisses my nipple.My skin tingles and tightens, lust flipping low in my belly, and when he closes his lips over the tight peak and sucks, sensation darts right down between my legs where he’s rubbing me.

He tugs at my nipple, presses on my clit, and I come, in a burst of sparks and rippling heat.I cry out, fingers clutching the duvet, my head going back.

He lifts his head and gives me a wicked smile.“There’s one orgasm.”

“I, uh...what?”I can barely breathe.

He eases up the bralette over my head, then pulls my panties off.His big hands land gently on my thighs and push them open.I’m quivering everywhere, my heart thumping.

“Christ, so beautiful.”He’s studying me so intimately.Heat flushes from my face down to my chest.“So pink and wet.I want to taste you.”

“Ungh...”I’ve lost the ability to speak actual words.But I part my legs wider for him.

“Yeah...”He moves to kneel between my legs and lowers his head there.

Oh.My.God.

My body jolts as he licks me.Fire rips through me, lighting me up.He glides his tongue up and down my outer lips, which is lovely, then kisses me there, licking where my thigh joins my hip on one side, then the other.He’s taking his time, and I’m dying.

Using his thumbs to part me, he licks deeper, slowly, as if he’s savoring me.Tension builds inside me again, making me tremble.He makes appreciative growls, and then sweeps his tongue over my clit.

I nearly lurch right off the bed.I’m still so sensitive from that orgasm only moments ago.He presses me down with his hands on my hips, tonguing my clit, then slides his hand up my body to cover my breasts.He stretches out on his belly, settling in, tweaks my nipples, rubs my clit.Sensation swirls inside me, spiraling into a tight, almost painful coil that builds higher, stronger...and higher still.“Oh my God!”I shout as another orgasm bursts inside me, white-hot sensation sliding down my legs, spreading from my pelvis through my body.

He sucks my clit, drawing out the pleasure almost unbearably, until I reach down for his head to push him away.“I can’t...stop...”

He lifts his head with satisfied smile, then lays kisses over my quaking stomach, up between my breasts, and then onto my mouth.Rising up on his knees, he unfastens his jeans and shoves them down to his knees.

I’m still gasping for air, barely able to focus, but wow, what a vision in front of me—male perfection, all sculpted muscles, sleek skin, and sweet Jesus...his cock is magnificent, thick and ridged, the head smooth.My lips part, my chest rising and falling.

He moves to get his jeans all the way off, reaches for something from the drawer of the table beside the bed, then returns to his position between my legs.He holds up the condom, then rips it open and rolls it on.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my shaking lips trying to smile.

His hands on his thick cock are so erotic...both big and solid.Powerful and yet gentle.In the quiet, dimly lit room, sunshine filtering between the blinds on the window, I feel like I’ve been transported to another reality, somewhere sensual and wanton and dreamlike.

My pussy is aching again.“Those orgasms were amazing,” I say, my voice throaty.“But I need you inside me.”

“I’m going to be,” he rasps out.“I need it too.Arya, Jesus, watching you come like that...”

I don’t know what my O face is like, but apparently it wasn’t hideous.

He kisses me again, his fingers on the slippery folds between my legs, probing deeper this time.“Yeah,” he murmurs.“So ready.”

“Oh my God, yes.”I pull up my knees as he grips his sheathed cock and finds my entrance.

It pinches at first, just a bit, and I wince.

He stops immediately.“Okay?”

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