Page 182 of Let the Game Begin
“Don’t tense up,” he said, his whisper like a caress. He pressed his lips to my neck and pulled them slowly up to the space beneath my ear. He touched the lobe with his tongue, making me gasp.
“I’m right here…” he added when he noticed that I was staring up at the sky through the glass ceiling rather than looking at him. In all honesty, I was focusing on the sensations he coaxed from me. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in every square inch of my body, to the point where it made it hard to breathe.
“You know, Tinkerbell…” He went back to teasing my throat with his mouth before slipping down to my clavicle. It felt like he was etching the way into my skin with his hot breath. “I showed you what I like and how I like it…” He began moving his hips against me, swaying in a slow, lovely way until my knees locked around him. “Now I just need to show you when I like it and how much I like it…”
And thus he declared his true intentions, which I should have known right away. I also realized that it was now up to me whether I chose to go “flying” with him or not.
I closed my eyes and arched my back as he tugged down the neck of my swimsuit, freeing one breast. He cradled it in his hand before bringing it to his lips to suck. My first reaction was surprise but then my craving body recognized his touch and a look of pleasure and approval spread over my face.
“You told me we would talk and…” My words died as he began to worry my nipple with his teeth. Like a delicate new bud, it stiffened in his mouth as his tongue flickered over my areola. I couldn’t focus on anything just then other than what he was doing to me.
“I’m about to tell you lots of things, Tinkerbell.” He helped me get my bathing suit off with rapid, impatient movements and tossed it aside, turning immediately back to me. My now uncovered sex rubbed against his hard-on, and my nipples dragged against the muscles of his chest.
We provided a spectacle unparalleled for the stars which, shining down from above, illuminated our bodies as they trembled with need and want.
He stared at me, and in that moment, I caught a glimpse of the beautiful yet terrible creature inside him. All at once, his lips cracked in a lewd grin, showing off the white gleam of his teeth. Then Mr. Disaster tilted his head slightly and licked the curve of my mouth, deliberating leaving a trail of his saliva on me like a brand of possession. He gave me another look, this one more ambiguous, as though he were waiting for me to understand something. Then he leaned in and kissed me the way he liked.
He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and I returned the intense, voluptuous gesture, tangling my tongue with his. My hands slid along his arms, tracing the muscles that stood out in sharp relief and the many visible veins. His hand went the other way, moving down my stomach until he reached my mound. He touched my clit, rubbing it slowly with two fingers.
We were supposed to talk…talk and…instead I began to move my own pelvis in rhythm with his movements, a slow, shy swaying back and forth.
My hands climbed up again until they reached his broad shoulders while his fingers stroked my labia, soft and wet, before finally invading that quivering place that was so ready to welcome him in.
I made an indecipherable noise, and he smiled, adopting with his fingers the same exhausting rhythm as his tongue.
My legs began to tremble unmistakably and Neil stroked my thighs, urging me to calm down. We didn’t speak, but suddenly, all his gestures became perfectly clear and easily readable for me.
I was still waiting, though, for the moment when he would finally shed his fears and offer me his soul as well as his body. The moment when he would willingly expose his weaknesses to me, trusting that I would take care of him. But seeing him there, hovering over me with his gleaming eyes and his hungry mouth, his energetic tongue and his fine, strong fingers, it was still such a shocking, incomparable experience that it drew such intense emotions out of me. My eyes filled with strange tears. I wanted to cry because it felt so good and because I couldn’t control it and because it made such a victim of me.
My back bowed again when his fingers sank into me until his knuckles were flush with my labia. Then, he began moving them so rapidly that my vision went fuzzy. I saw sprays of color, waves of it like paint splashes. I heard a jumble of sounds, and my body became a shapeless puddle as involuntary convulsions rocked me through the wave of my orgasm.
“Mmm…” was the only comment I could offer as my eyes slowly opened to catch his. We stared at each other from a negligible distance. Both of us were visibly panting and an innocent smile turned up the corners of my mouth. I stroked the curves of his perfect body and Neil allowed me to touch him, his eyes predatory and voracious as he watched me.
I kissed along his jaw to his throat when I inhaled the good smell of his skin. As I did so, my hands sank down to rub his firm glutes, and with my index finger, I traced the central furrow between them. His lips parted to let out a low, guttural gasp, and I smiled in surprise because it was so rare to hear his pleasure. I worshipped him with my touch and thought that perhaps he was right after all: there was a silent language through which much could be communicated without ever using words.
“You have a perfect body,” I praised him, but he pretended he couldn’t hear me and rested his forehead against mine, breathing me in. I hooked my fingertips under the sodden elastic of his boxers and pulled them down slowly, immediately assisted by Neil, who tossed them aside. He was now completely naked.
I couldn’t see him, but I could feel it. I felt it with every part of me, and soon, I would feel him inside me.
Neil shut his eyes, rocking slowly in a regular yet sensual rhythm. His stiff member slid back and forth over my cleft, readying my body, though I was already quivering at the prospect of fully abandoning myself to lust.
Then, his cheeks became tinged with red as though he were embarrassed and his fingers dug into the base of my spine. Mr. Disaster opened his eyes, turning that penetrating golden stare on me, and I felt unsettled in a way I hadn’t before.
He adjusted his pelvis and used one hand to guide his erection where he wanted—where we both wanted—it to go.
“You said you wanted something from me…” he said in a faint whisperas he pushed gently inside me, invading me. I gritted my teeth against his size, which he was very cognizant of, so he stopped and looked into my eyes.
I read an implicit concern in those eyes; never had he looked at me so seriously or so courteously. I realized that there was an entire universe in his eyes, a universe I could only admire, where I had not yet been able to find the answers to my questions.
We stared at each other as though time had stopped, our breath suspended in the air, our lips drawn close together in anticipation. With decisive, sultry movements, he applied the lightest pressure from his hips, and I let out deep moan as he bottomed out inside of me.
I thought it magnificent, how my body united with his. I could feel everything about him: his mind, his emotions, his heartbeat racing faster and faster. I hoped he wouldn’t notice how I was blushing, but Neil looked at me again with those big, intense, serious eyes and I knew that he’d seen it.
He pressed his cheek against my temple and began to move, rocking back and forth with deep, decisive strokes. He pulled back without ever coming completely out of me and pushed powerfully back inside, his chest colliding with my breasts.
After a few moments, his thrusting sped up and all of my muscles tensed. My hand ended up clinging to his glutes, which contracted with each thrust. His breathing got uneven as he kissed me, swallowing my every sound as his tongue tangled with mine. Abruptly, he looked down at me, and I could see an atypical confusion on his face.
Then, he instinctively lifted up his torso and got to his knees, taking me by the hips. He began to move more forcefully and lifted my pelvis so he could drive himself deeper. His rough, savage side took over, and I arched back into him, startled by the shocking carnality of it.
