Page 52 of Filthy Player

Her body was trembling beneath my hands as I slid them up the sides of her body. My thumbs brushed over her breasts, teasing her. But I didn’t remove my gaze from hers. I wanted to see every reaction she gave me, every little panted breath and I wanted to see her eyes go hazy as I turned her on.

“Ready?”

She nodded. Barely. “Only as long as I can undress you, too.”

“We’ll see,” I whispered, moving in so our bodies were pushed together. She smelled like springtime and flowers. A light perfume scent that drove me crazy as soon as I pressed my lips to hers. I parted her lips with my tongue and slid inside, tasting the cavern of her mouth while she clung to me, hands at my sides, chilled fingers pressing against my ribs.

My skin burned with need to have her, my dick hard as a rock. She pressed into me, and I was done.

The mewled sounds she made, the neediness in her breath spurned me on. I slid my hands to the hem of her shirt, pushed it up and only pulled away to remove it from her and then my hands were at her back, unfastening her bra. I didn’t pay attention to color. Satin, lace, cotton…made no damn difference to me. I wanted us flesh to flesh, heat to heat.

My hands went to the button of her shorts and she reached for my jeans.

Mine were unzipped.

I pushed down her shorts, along with her underwear.

Then I was kicking off my jeans and she was stepping out of her shorts. Clothes were a puddle on the floor and my hands were at her waist, lifting her and guiding her to my bed. I shoved back the sheets, pushed aside the pillows and settled her right where I wanted her.

On my bed. Naked. Splayed out and completely bare. It was all my fantasies over the last month come to real life.

“Damn,” I said, running my hand down the center of her chest. I kneeled back on my knees, draped her legs over mine.

She was tan. Lean. Beautiful small breasts because I didn’t care about size. Just that I wanted her and I wanted to know every inch of her skin.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, watching her reaction. My hand spanned her stomach, moved to her hips.

Goose bumps flared on her sensitive skin but it was her face that turned me on more. Flushed cheeks. Parted lips. Half-lidded eyes. She licked her lips, arched into me.

I pushed her hips into the mattress and leaned over her. “Stay still.”

“I can’t.”

“You’ll try if you want to come soon.”

I sealed my command with a kiss, ravishing her mouth before I pulled her hands down to her sides and held them in mine.

Beneath me, she spasmed and trembled, muscles tightening while I explored her throat, her chest. I flicked her nipples with my tongue, sucked them into my mouth, and her body went taut from the strain of trying to listen.

“Beaux,” she whimpered. “Please. Please.”

“God, you’re beautiful. So creamy and sweet everywhere.” I was at her stomach, doing exactly what I wanted, tasting every inch of her while I had her confined and restrained. She was splayed open, draped over my thighs and with my hands on her wrists holding her still, she looked so damn fucking vulnerable, my dick was rock hard with the need to slide inside of her.

I forced myself to wait and trailed my tongue down the center of her stomach, moving to her hips, tasting her soft, so fucking soft, and sensitive skin.

She bucked against me wildly, the scent of her almost overwhelming my need to take this slow.

“God damn. So fucking perfect.” I moved further down, draped her legs over my shoulders and pushed her wide open and for a moment, I did nothing but stare at her. I looked up at her face to see she was watching me, cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted.

Spectacular.

“You going to watch while I eat you?” I asked.

“Give me my hands, I want to touch you.”

“I like you restrained. Makes everything more powerful.”

“If it’s any more powerful, I’m going to have a heart attack.”

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