Page 44 of Little Paper Games
“Oh, I can handle it,” she purred. Okay, little miss vixen Red was a totally new character in this play, and I was here for it.
“Awfully confident.” I licked my lips, noting how her robe had fallen open some. I wanted to tear it off of her.
“Try me.” Her voice almost vibrated into the space between us. She leaned forward, giving me a delicious glimpse of her breasts.
“Glass dildo… and this.” I hold up the gemmed butt plug, twirling the short stem between my fingers, my eyes refusing to leave hers. The challenge has been thrown. The question was, would she accept it? Or would she back away, scared?
“Um,” she faltered, only slightly.
“I promise to make you beg for it by the time we’re done, Kenna. I swear on everything I own.” I made the promise genuinely. She’d love it. I would make sure of it. I watched for the span of a single breath before she nodded her consent. Delightful.
I grabbed a few more things and situated them on the bed.
“Come here,” I murmured, reaching my hands out to her, and pulling her closer for a kiss. There was no trepidation, no hesitation on either of our parts. Her lips spread; her tongue sought mine out. My hands parted the over-fluffed robe, tugging at the sash and yanking the soft material over her shoulders and down her arms before tossing it off to land anywhere but on this bed.
“My God,” I breathed out, pulling away from the kiss to look at her body. Soft pink flesh and perfect curves met glorious imperfections. The way her body had small rolls in some places and blemishes in others. She was imperfect. Perfectly imperfect and perfectly bare and raw for me. There was nothing in this world hotter than a completely bare and raw woman.
“Lay back,” I whispered, helping to guide her back against the pillows. My body moved over hers, one fluid motion together as she lay back, soft and supple beneath me.
“Kiss me,” she urged softly. Her body arched into mine and I couldn’t hold back my groan as I claimed her lips again. It wasn’t just me this time. Her hands came up, her fingertips touching along my clothes-covered skin.
“Fuck yes, Kenna. Touch me.” I needed it. Touching her body. Being in control was incredible, but I didn’t want to be in control all the time. Her small hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, finding skin, and trailing around my side and up my back. I barely had a moment to sigh in contentment when she dug her nails into my skin near my shoulder blades and scratched down my back.
“Christ! Kenna!” I half cried out; half groaned. With a grunt, I wrapped an arm beneath her and flipped us over.
“What the—” she exclaimed, clutching tightly onto me as I rolled her on top of me.
“Touch me,” I stated again, my eyes boring into her.
“What about the toys?” I shook my head resolutely.
“We’ll get there. For now, I want you to touch me. Please.” Sure, I was half begging, but after being with timid Kenna and then being in control of Kenna, I wanted to feel her need, too.
She smirked above me, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and tugging it up. We awkwardly fumbled with it until I could pull it over my head and tossed it towards the robe on the floor. Her hands moved over my body in nonsensical patterns and rhythm that made it hard to anticipate her movements. Her mouth found my neck, and I shivered as her lips touched and her tongue flicked.
“Yes, just like that,” I coaxed, my hands finding her hips as she straddled me. I could feel her heat through my pants. I wanted to slide inside her already.
“You like when I kiss you?” she teased. I groaned in response, nodding slowly.
“Do you like when I grind over you, touching your body?” she continued, her hips making slow circles over my cock while her lips moved over my collarbone.
“Holy hell…” I trailed off. Who knew my collarbone was so sensitive? But it sure as hell had me grasping her hips and holding her down as I ground my hips right back against hers.
“Mmm, I need to make you curse more often.” She chuckled. Where had this temptress come from?
“I need to make you gasp,” she purred, her fingernails digging into my chest as she moved over me. Her hips had given up the circular motion, switching now to some strange pattern that had my cock dripping with need. I needed her on top of me, clenching around me while she moved like that.
“Kenna, ride me,” I groaned, arching up to kiss her again. She moved away, quick as a snake with a smirk from the goddesses themselves.
“Not so fast. You said it was my turn to touch. So, I’m going to touch.” She was toying with me. Fuck.
She moved down my body fluidly as though she were water. Her skin against mine felt like smooth satin. Her lips found my nipples, flicking and kissing them in turn as her hands toyed with the fastenings on my pants.
“God, yes,” I groaned. I closed my eyes, trying not to focus on what might happen next.
“Eyes on me,” she whispered. My eyes popped open fast, my jaw dropping at the sexual vixen over me. Her lips kissed down around my navel and lower, tugging my pants down with far more grace than my shirt had come off with.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Each word she spoke was punctuated with a kiss over my lower abdomen. My cock sprang out as she slid my pants down. Over-eager as hell, but she didn’t pay it any attention. Literally. She kissed my thighs and continued working her way down until my pants had been completely removed.
