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“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something,” she singsongs.
Damn, she’s adorable when she gets cocky.
Bucking my hips, I slide down the bed, and her eyes widen.
“Hey…” She pretends to pout.
“Not going anywhere,” I assure her. “Just moving down a bit.”
Liking this new position, she pulls my hands from my chest and places them on each side of my head. “I think I can handle this.”
Oh, I’m sure she can.
Sydney’s eyes bore into mine, then they move to my lips as she slants her face over mine. Her tongue darts across her lips, leaving them glossy. Slowly, she lowers her mouth to mine but instead of kissing me like I expect, she runs her tongue lightly along the seam of my lip.
Fuck, I feel it everywhere.
Wanting to move things along, I practically growl, “Kiss me, Syd.”
When our lips meet, my tongue darts out to dance with hers. Her body shifts against mine, and I’m suddenly hypersensitive.
Fuck… this won’t work.
As much as I fucking love letting her be in control. I will lose every ounce of mine if I let her continue. Making an executive decision, I release her hands and quickly flip her so she’s on the bottom, as I adjust myself so she’s not gonna set me off before things get started.
Her hands run through my hair as the temptress tops me from the bottom. Her hips buck into my thigh, and she pulls me closer.
Nope. Gotta change it up, so she can stop calculating how to turn me on even further. Her force is stronger than a siren call playing only for me.
Ice Baths.
Bengay.
How many MVP players have made it to the Hall of Fame?
Fuck, I can’t remember.
Maybe if I just focus on her… I can stop focusing on how fucking good she makes me feel.
Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I run my fingertips from her stomach to her rib cage. When I brush the underside of her bra, I lift it so I can make direct contact with her nipple. Knowing it fucking drives her wild when I alternate between pinching and pulling them, I do just that.
I won’t deny my pride soars when she bucks and pants, “Take it off.”
Breaking our kiss only long enough to rip her hoodie and t-shirt up and over her head, she leans toward me and almost as if she’s a contortionist, maneuvers her hands in an instant to unclasp her bra.
How the fuck she can do it so quick is beyond me, but seeing her full breast on display stops any coherent thought in an instant.
Gravity causes her perfect round globes to separate as they naturally fall apart. Her nipples stand erect as my eyes roam over them.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, Syd.” My words escape before I can filter myself.
A light blush creeps across her cheeks and onto her chest, causing her light freckles to stand out in contrast to her creamy skin.
When her hand reaches my neck to pull me closer, no words are needed for her intention.
I need to finish what I’ve started.
Leaning in, I kiss her once more as I palm her breast and pull at her nipples between my fingers. When she moans, I break our kiss to feather her with kisses along her jawline, to that spot she loves just behind her ear.
