Page 97 of Playing Pretend

“I won’t make the same mistake again.”

I lean down, kissing her collarbone, her sternum. She smells fucking delicious. Like strawberries and cream. The perfect meal.

Her hands find my shoulders as I descend, kissing my way over the lace, licking and sucking a sordid trail before moving from one breast to the other. She clings to me while I repeat the motion, my tongue lapping, my teeth nipping.

When her breathing increases—those inhales short and sharp—I clamp my mouth around a nipple and suck hard.

She cries out, her hands raising to my hair, tugging, pulling.

I pay her breasts a wealth of attention, memorizing the curves, the softness. I learn what she likes. How she turns languid with a delicate touch and shudders with delight at the slightest bite.

She loves a subtle tease and also the wicked pain.

I suck her nipples as I slide a hand down her waist, over her stomach to the delicate lace of her panties.

Everything is quiet, the world a distant memory. There’s only her hitched breathing. Her faint mewls of pleasure.

I inch my fingers beneath the elastic and pause, waiting for her hesitation, my pulse culminating in my shaft.

“Please,” she whispers, leaning into my touch.

“Please what, little Pip?” I ask against her flesh.

“Keep going.”

“Good girl.” I suck harder, flicking my tongue over her pebbled peak. I sink my fingers deeper into her panties, past the trimmed patch of curls to the smooth expanse of freshly shaven skin.

I’m not surprised this part of her is perfect, too.

Ready and waiting for me.

I slide a gentle finger between her pussy lips, parting her, my fingertip becoming drenched. “So slick.” I lick her nipple again and again. “So fucking incredible.”

I swirl two fingers around her opening, each slow circle adding pressure, spreading her entrance.

She moans, her hands clawing their way to my scalp to tug on my hair.

Fuck yes.

My balls tighten. My cock jolts.

If she was palming my dick, I’d blow with no more than a few pumps. That’s how much I crave her. Fucking cherish her.

“I want you straddling my thigh while you fuck my hand.” My fingers remain in her panties as I walk backward, taking her with me when I ease down on the bed. I keep teasing her entrance, slipping through her heat while my other hand guides her legs around mine.

She lowers onto me as instructed, but only hovers.

“I want your full weight, Piper.” I spread her opening, gently stretching. “Sit on my fingers. I want to feel them sinking deep.”

She descends slowly, impaling herself with torturous finesse.

I groan, her warmth enveloping my hand.

She rocks into me, back and forth, gradual and poised.

Problem is, I want her wild and frenzied.

I curl my fingers inside her, beckoning that sweet spot, searching until the wrinkled surface brushes my fingertips.

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