Page 159 of Biggest Player
I like where this is heading ...
I feel so spoiled by him tonight and wonder if it will always be like this.
A girl can dream.
I moan to encourage him.
He pauses, looking up my body with a mischievous grin, fingers plucking open the last of my buttons. “You like that?”
“Yes.” I pause. “I do.”
I didn’t realize I loved having a man go down on me as much as I do. In the past I’ve always been so ... prudish about it. Dex, though? He can go down on me all day long. In the offseason, he can make it his second job.
Ha!
He continues his journey south, lips trailing lower, kissing the soft skin of my belly. Beneath my belly button. My pelvic bones.
Every touch sends a wave of pleasure through me, my body quivering with anticipation.
Keep going, my brain says.
Don’t stop . . .
I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensations. Our worries from the past week, the arguments, the doubts I might have had, all those fade—at least momentarily—replaced by the warmth of his big hands. I am putty in his damn hands.
Dammit! I’m one of those women now!
The kind who let sex addle their brain!
Who knew . . .
Dex’s hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips as he kisses along the elastic of my thong. It’s lacy and see-through and gone before I can say “Houdini.”
He glances up at me, seeking permission before he puts his mouth there.
I nod, my breath hitching in my throat.
How can my temperature be this hot when he hasn’t even put his tongue inside me yet?
Magic.
His mouth opens, pressing gently against my most sensitive spot,and I gasp, tensing. It already feels so amazing. Incredible. Climactic.
I grip the sheets tighter. My knuckles are surely some shade of white.
His touch is firm, his hands splayed on my inner thighs, keeping them open, thumbs brushing back and forth close to my folds. It only adds to the pleasure.
His tongue works, exploring. Teasing.Driving me wild with need.Driving me closer and closer to the brink I already know is coming because he’s given it to me this way before.
Flick.
Flick . . .
Every suck sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building like a crescendo, lifting me higher and higher.
My back arches again.
I can hardly think or catch my breath, and I remind myself to feel and stop thinking.
