Page 62 of Game On
I suck just below her ear, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck, plunging my fingers so deep inside of her. And when I pull back, I say, “You want me to just fuck you, don’t you?”
She bites down on her lower lip, her hazel eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust. “Yes,” she whispers.
My fingers stop their incessant teasing to grip her hips securely, pulling her closer to me. “Then that’s what I’ll do.”
I grin at her, unable to resist stealing another kiss before I pull my fingers from her. She whines at the loss of contact. I hastily remove my pants and sheath myself with a condom. And when I grip my cock, aligning myself with her entrance, that little whine of hers turns into a keen.
“Are you ready?” I ask hoarsely, even though I know she is. But I need to hear her say it, to confirm my gut instincts are right. Her answer is immediate, a breathless “Yes” that sets my veins thrumming.
I push into her slowly, savoring the feel of her body welcoming me in. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. It’s a delicious kind of pain, and it makes me want to lose myself in her.
“You okay, Ella?” I murmur against her ear, pausing to let her adjust.
Her eyes open, and then narrow. “Stop that.”
I rear back. “What?”
“Using my name in sentences where it’s not necessary,” she says, snapping at me. “Using my name when you’re fully inside of me, being all caring and shit.” She shakes her head, clenches her thighs around my hips. “Honestly, don’t do that if you’re not in love with me.”
I toss my head back and laugh. “Fucking hell. Okay,” I say as I stare down at her. “That’s fine, sweetheart. I won’t say your name.”
“Thank you.” She grins, looking far too satisfied with herself. Her hands move from my shoulders down to my ass. She grips me, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.
“No worries,” I say, leaning down to kiss her but stopping just short of her lips. “Anything else you need,babe?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice throaty and full of anticipation. “I need you to move.”
Her legs tighten around me as I brace myself above her. My hips jerk, deep and purposeful, filling her so completely. She meets each of my thrusts with a bite of her bottom lip and a roll of her hips.
It’s another game we’ve fallen into—give and take, push and pull.
Each plunge is matched with a whimper, each retreat with a sigh. Sweat rains down our bodies. Instead of picking up the pace, I angle myself deeper inside her, hitting that sweet spot that has her crying out. Her body clenches around me, pulsing and hot, and I know she’s close.
“Tell me when,” I whisper, my gaze locked onto hers as my strokes become slower, more deliberate.
She clings onto me, wordlessly begging as her breaths come out in ragged pants. Her eyes are hazy with a desperation that matches my own. I hold out for as long as I can, until the anticipation is too much and we’re at the edge together.
“Now,” she gasps, a choked-out plea.
I pull out of her, flip her onto her stomach, hike her up by the hips, and thrust back into her from behind. She cries out,her voice a raw sound of pure satisfaction that nearly undoes me. She buries her face into the pillow, muffling the sounds that only seem to be growing louder.
“Fuck,” I groan out, my voice strained. The sight of her—face buried in the pillow, back arched up to meet my every thrust—is too much. It’s raw and primal, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Harder,” she demands.
She’s wild beneath me, meeting each of my thrusts with equal fervor. The familiar tight coil begins to unravel inside me.
“I’m … God, Ella … I’m …” My voice trails off as pleasure overwhelms my senses, making it impossible to complete the sentence. But she seems to understand, her body convulsing beneath me, signaling her climax.
The world comes rushing back in a wave of color and sound. I collapse on top of her, our bodies tangling together on the sheets. Ella’s chest is heaving, and I’m barely hanging on myself.
I manage to roll off to the side, pulling her with me so she’s tucked against my body. Our legs intertwine as we let the silence envelop us.
“You alright?” I ask after a few long moments.
“No,” she murmurs.
I shift, brow furrowed as I visually search every last inch of her body. “What did I do wrong?” I ask, heart thumping in my chest as I run a hand through her sweat-damp hair, pulling it away from her forehead.
