Page 64 of Wicked Player

Right before I slammed mine against her and kissed her.

Twenty-Two

Elizabeth

His kiss was a brand. Hot hands on my body, mine on his face. My eyes drifted closed despite my overwhelming desire to see every feature on his face, up close, pressing against me for the first time.

I melted into him, thankful for the high heels I wore to barely come close to matching his height. But the aid of the shoes placed me at the exact height to have his erection press against me.

“God,” I gasped, against his mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, held me to him as he devoured me, swept his tongue inside. Heat from him rolled off, warming my skin straight to my soul.

We were connected. I’d spent two weeks around the man, doing nothing but thinking of him and his hands and his body and his work and his heart and even then, I barely knew him, I was falling for him.

He pulled on my hair, and the sudden jolt of pain made me whimper into his mouth. “How hard do you want it tonight?”

I didn’t. I wanted soft and slow and to take my time running my hands along every inch of his skin.

Still, I replied, “Whatever you have, I’ll take it.” And man. I would do that for him, and it wasn’t just the overwhelming pulse of need thrumming through me.

As if he understood, he pulled back, licking his lip. His look was panty-melting. Thank God I wasn’t wearing any.

“We’ll do hard later. So your screams can echo off the walls of your bedroom.”

Breathless, I made a sound, too lost for words and replies and then he was undoing my zipper, slipping my dress down my body. Every scrape of fabric against my skin, every press of his lips against me, spurred me on. And then I was lifted, hands on my waist, placing me on the bed. His hands went to my knees, spread me, and then like I’d so often imagined, Gage dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Yes.” His lips were on me. Tasting me, tongue flicking, driving me mindless as I clung to his hair.

I tugged, the first time I’d had true freedom to grab hold of him, and I lifted my head to watch every single moment. Our eyes met, and oh God, just the desire gleaming in his eyes, the intensity in his furrowed brow as his tongue slid through my folds, followed by his fingers.

My hips arched, thrust to him, needing to get closer. He gathered my wetness, slid to the back.

For a moment, my eyes rolled back to my head. His finger pressed against my ass, slid in. I gasped and arched into him. Oh God. The pleasure. The overwhelming mix of sensation had my thighs pulse, that familiar bundle of fire igniting, stretching, expanding until I gripped the sheets with all of my might.

“Oh God!” I cried out, head thrashing as my orgasm hit me so quick, so intensely, it rippled and rolled through my body in an almost excruciating measure.

He continued devouring me, fucking my ass, sucking my clit until the longest orgasm of my life rolled to another, slowly drawing out every sensation. I committed this moment to memory, the moment my eyes met his as he pulled back, pressed his lips to my inner thigh, wickedness in his eyes, and yet sated at the same time.

Goodness. Itpleasedhim to do that to me.

I wanted to make him the most pleased man on the planet for as long as he wanted to be mine.

“We’re not done,” he proclaimed, standing, ripping off his T-shirt, shucking off his jeans. He was naked. And finally, I saw him in all of his glory. And there was a lot of gloriousness to take in.

“I might be,” I said on a breath. I wiped my hair off my forehead. Nothing could hinder this moment, not even a strand of hair to block my vision.

“You’re not. There are things I want to do to you we haven’t tried yet.”

Oh goody. He crawled over me, body braced above mine and my hands roamed his stomach. The blocks of muscle at his abs, the thick ridge delineating them. The hair that ran over his pecs, down the center of his stomach, straight down to his thick and heavy dick.

God. I’d known he was big. I’d felt the stretch around him, but seeing him, standing straight and proud as he bent low and kissed me, swept his tongue into my mouth and shared the taste of me. Good Lord.

It was a good thing I’d been blindfolded for our first few encounters, otherwise, I might have lost my mind from the vision of him naked.

Before I could come up with a snappy comeback, or any words, he rolled us. My thighs went to his hips. His hand went to his cock where he stroked it, holding me at my lower back.

“Ride me.”

I covered his hand with mine. “You’re giving me control?” I didn’t think he had it in him.

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