Page 93 of Spin The Bottle
Her breathing picks up, her chest rising. “Better,” she grits out.
“You’re a hard woman to please.” I kiss her one more time. “Luckily I love pleasing you.”
“Yeah?” she says lust coating her eyes. “How much?”
“So much, baby.” Being a boyfriend is so cool. There are so many boyfriend privileges. Like calling her sappy nicknames she claims to hate but secretly loves, like being able to kiss her whenever I want, and being able to tell everyone I have a girlfriend. It’s the best and I’m glad I didn’t have it with anyone before her.
I grab her hand and rush us to the bedroom. The minute the door shuts, I peel my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes eat me up and I love it every time. “I want it off,” I grit out, grabbing the hem of my shirt that looks better on her than it ever did on me. “All of it.”
She rips the shirt off and I groan when I see she isn’t wearing a bra. Her pants go next, leaving her standing in her room in nothing but a pair of gray, cotton panties. I let out a groan when I see her gray panties with a dark, wet patch. And then they go next.
I grab her waist and pull her into me, laughing when she yelps. She might have an attitude when we’re in public, but she loves letting me control her in the bedroom. I slam my mouth against hers, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, a moan rumbling out of her. Feels so good.
“Get on the bed, Leila.” I don’t even recognize my voice, it’s thick and gravelly, consumed with lust. She sits on the edge and I part her legs, teasing her entrance with my middle finger. “So wet.”
I lay her back, spreading her legs even wider and lean in, my tongue finds her swollen clit and I flick it until she moans, dropping her head back. I lap her up like she’s my favorite meal, my tongue teasing her. She’s so sensitive, it doesn’t take me long until she’s shaking and grinding against my face, coming all over my tongue.
I pull back when she’s spent and wipe my chin, grinning at the sight of her spread open and wet for me. My boxers find themselves on the floor, and when she looks at my dick, licking her lips, I groan. I want her mouth on me, but there’s something I want more.
There’s one thing we haven’t done yet that I’m dying to, so when she starts to scoot back, I shake my head and pull her off the bed, taking her place instead. Her lips part when I wrap my fingers around my cock and give it a slow, hard stroke, the pleasure curling up my spine. “Get up here.”
“Aiden.” Her eyes widen when she realizes what I want her to do. “I’ll crush you.”
I snort. “Not even close.”
“Aiden,” she says again, shaking her head.
I know her insecurities must be rambling away in that pretty head of hers, but nothing is sexier than the image of Leila impaled on my cock. “I want you to ride me.” A hot breath leaves me when I watch her tongue run over her bottom lip, staring at my hand over my cock. So hot.
Uncertainty floods her eyes but when she sees how bad I want her, how much I need her, she walks over, climbing on the bed.
Yes.
She lifts her leg, straddling me on the bed, wrapping her arms around my neck and kisses me. The tip of my cock nudges her pussy, and she moans into my mouth, lowering herself and grinding her clit against my dick. Oh fuck. I pull back, both of us looking down at where she’s coating my dick with her wetness. Jesus. “Sit on my cock, Leila.”
She stares at me, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and then lifts onto her knees, settling above me, positioning us so we align just perfectly. And then she starts to lower down. I let out a harsh breath, clutching her hips and helping her move. Holy fuck, she feels so good. So tight. So hot. So fucking wet. Her arousal coats the tip of my cock, gripping it inside of her. Why does she feel this good? How does she—
“Oh fuck.” I grip her hips in place so she doesn’t move. “Condom,” I grit out.
She gasps, looking down at where she’s impaled on my cock. She glances up at me and shakes her head. “I’ve never…”
“I know.” She’s never had sex without a condom. “Me either,” I assure her. "My last test was negative.”
Her eyes drop again. “Me too.” She grinds her hips forward, providing glorious friction. I let out a moan, gripping her hips in place but it’s impossible when she whimpers, doing it again. “You feel so good inside of me.”
Oh Jesus, that’s not helping. “Fuck, Leila.” She feels amazing, so fucking good. Pleasure I’ve never felt before. Holy shit, how am I supposed to pull out? “We need a condom.”
She bumps her hips again, white blinds my eyes. “Please,” she moans, sinking down half an inch. “I don’t want to stop.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I let go of her hips, relaxing against the headboard while she sinks down onto me inch by glorious inch. Her tight heat coats me with her wetness. So. Fucking. Good. She stops halfway, her eyes squeezed shut. I smooth my hands over her hips. “All the way,” I tell her. “I know you can take it.”
She shakes her head, trying to sink down but bites her lips in a wince. “It’s too much.”
I position my thumb over her clit, letting her fall in pleasure. “You took me so well last time,” I croon, hearing her sweet little whimpers. “You can do it again. I know you can. Just relax for me, baby, I’ll make you feel so good.”
She shifts on her knees, lowering her ass all the way so I’m buried deep inside her wet pussy. “Oh shit.” I let out a guttural moan, dropping my head to her chest.
“I feel so full,” she moans, grinding her hips forward. “You’re so big.”
