Page 10 of Game On
She flushes, and gulps low in her throat. “Off, then. I, um, I like it better in the dark.”
I flip off the light, leaving only the glow of the moon to filter in through the blinds. Even in the dim light, she’s unbelievably sexy, all smooth skin, long lashes, and a mouth made for sin.
I come closer, cuffing her cheek. “Relax, Ella.”
She shudders at my touch. “I’m trying.”
“Then let me help you.” I run my thumb along her jawline, tracing the contours and memorizing every dip and swell of her face. Her breath hitches as my fingers skim down her neck, pausing at the top of her shirt.
“Can I?”
She nods. “Yes.”
Slowly, so damn slowly, I unbutton her top, revealing inchafter delicious inch of pale skin. She shivers against me as the fabric pools at her ankles on the floorboards. Her bra is lace—white lace—with little bows along the straps. Classy, yet sexy as hell.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe as I cup her breasts. “Fuck, Ella …”
Her hands find their way to my fly, unbuckling my pants with surprising ease. “Jesus,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “You’re as impatient as I am.”
She lets out a breath as she pushes my pants down around my hips, my erection straining against my boxer briefs. “Just taking my turn,” she counters. “Fair is fair.”
Without breaking eye contact, I unhook her bra, dropping it carelessly onto the floor. Her tits spill out, and they’re perfect—moderately sized, full, and plump, one slightly larger than the other with these pert rosy nipples—and all I can think about is how much I’d like to fuck them.
Properly, and multiple times.
Next come the panties—lacy and light purple—and oh, God, I can see the folds of her pussy right through them. My cock throbs at the sight, begging for release already.
“Fucking unbelievable,” I say.
She ducks her head shyly. “Mmm.”
“Don’t,” I say, tipping her chin up with my index finger. “You are beyond gorgeous. A woman who makes me want her just by existing. Give me a few hours and I can show you exactly how much I mean that. I’m gonna fill you up, stretch you out, make you feel so damn good that you won’t ever doubt it again.”
“Is that so?” she asks, biting her lip in a way that has my cock twitching in agreement.
“That’s so,” I say firmly.
She believes me; I can tell by the way she looks at me then, with a newfound confidence shining in her eyes. “Then I won’t argue with you,” she says, standing taller. She steps out of her panties and crawls seductively onto the bed, propping herself up on one elbow.
Her dark brown hair fans out across the bed. Her eyes, a perfect blend of green and gold, blink up at me through heavy lashes. And there’s this tiny white bow in her hair, too. She’s like a poised and pretty package I can’t wait to unwrap.
“My turn again,” she purrs, crooking a finger my way.
I waste no time in shedding my boxers and climbing onto the mattress with her. Our bodies meld together perfectly, her soft breasts against my hard chest, our legs entwined. Her touches are light but sure—as if she knows exactly where to put her hands and how much pressure to apply.
“Fuck,” I moan as her nails rake down my backside, sending shivers along my spine. “Yeah, El, I like that. Keep going.”
She obliges, scratching lightly along my back. Her lips trail small kisses down my neck, and I feel as though I’m fully melting inside.
Then—before I can even register what’s happening—she’s on top of me, grinding herself against my cock as her eyes bore into mine. Hazel pools of desire reflect back at me, dark and unapologetically hungry.
“Condom?” she pants out between kisses, bucking against me with a needy whimper.
“Nightstand,” I manage to rasp out before her lips reattach to my neck. “But first, you should consider letting me go down on you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” I murmur. “I want to kiss you there. Lick you. Get you nice and wet and ready for me.”
