Page 84 of Play For Me
“Oh my God,” I moan. He’s so deep at this angle, and I feel stretched to the max. Parts of my body that are still sensitive from my last orgasm immediately awaken as he slides along my walls and plunges back in.
“Fuck, I still feel your pussy tightening from the last one,” he groans out and rocks into me harder. “You feel so damn good this way, baby, but I want more tonight.” He slides out of me and pulls me up to him before turning me around. His lips are on me in seconds as his tongue dives deep.
My fingers tangle in his hair as I clutch him to me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only spurs my desire for him. His hands fist my dress before it’s lifted over my head. My bra comes next as it falls to the floor. His eyes roam over my naked body before meeting mine.
“This is what I needed to see.” His hand comes up and brushes the top of my breasts before backing me up against the bed. “There’s nothing in the world I love more than staring into your beautiful eyes while I’m deep inside you.”
Moving around me, he sits on the bed with his back against the headboard.
“Come sit where you belong.” He slowly strokes down his hardened length, and I watch a drop of arousal bead on his tip. His dark ink and tanned skin are a sharp contrast to my white sheets as I take in the sinful treat before me.
Taking my time like he did with me, I walk slowly to the end of the bed and face him. His eyes turn curious as I climb onto the bed. On all fours, I slowly make my way over to him as I move over his body and straddle him.
“Jesus,” he says breathlessly. “Did you just crawl to me?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I say, kissing his chest. “And just for the record, I’ve never done that for anyone but you,” I flick his nipple with my tongue and lightly bite it. He sucks in a breath, and I smile against his skin. I love the effect I have on him.
I move to the other one and suck it between my teeth. His hands dive into my hair as I torture him with my tongue.
“Just for the record, being your first pleases me more than you know, and I will remember that image until my last breath.”
I follow his ink with my tongue and stop when I get to his heart.
“Why don’t you have any tattoos here?” I run my fingers over his bare skin next to his heart. “You’re covered in them except for this area. Why?”
“It’s something my brothers and I decided when we first started getting inked. We would save that spot for the right girl. Everyone is tattooed there now, but me.”
“Like their name?”
“God, no,” he laughs. “That’s bad luck. It’s something that represents them or is special to them. All the girls have a matching one on their left shoulder blade.”
“Why that spot?” I ask, tracing the black designs on his stomach before finding his piercing. I move over it with my finger, catching his arousal on my skin.
“I think after tonight, you can guess why that spot would be a pretty damn good place for my brothers to enjoy looking at it.” His eyes darken as he watches me place my finger in my mouth and suck off his taste. “Olivia?”
“Hmmm?” I pretend I don’t know what I’m doing to him as I continue to innocently tease him, as my tongue swipes my bottom lip.
“Unless you want me to paint those tits, I suggest you sit like I asked you to. From spanking your ass to watching you crawl to me, I’m about two seconds away from dying from blue balls over here. I really need that sweet pussy of yours to save me.”
Giggling, I sit up on my knees and position his tip at my entrance. “I’ve never saved someone’s life before.” I slowly slide down onto him, and he throws back his head as his muscles strain to fight for control. His eyes are shut tightly as his breathing increases.
“I’m pretty sure you already saved mine the moment youwalked into my bar.” He manages to get out as I stretch around him and fully take him in all the way.
“I could say the same,” I whisper quietly, giving him something back. His eyes open and find mine. The unspoken feelings hang in the air as we stare into each other’s souls.
“Olivia, I…” I watch his throat move as he swallows before his hand brushes the hair back from my face.
Covering his hand with mine, I feel panic start to rise. Deep down, I know what I feel, but I'm still not ready to voice it. Once it’s said, it all becomes too real, and part of me is still terrified that this is too good to be true.
“I’m not ready,” I say, shaking my head and stopping him from continuing. “I just need more time. I know that’s stupid because I clearly feel it, but I can’t stop the panic I feel whenever I try to voice it.” Tears well up in my eyes, and he brushes one away as it escapes. “It’s the last piece of me I have to give you, and…”
“Shhh. It’s okay. I will wait until you’re ready.” His tender smile makes me feel even more guilty for feeling this way. I don’t want to be scared to love him. I just don’t know how to get past the fear of trusting someone with my heart again, and Bee adds a whole other level of pressure to get it right this time.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess.” I wipe a tear away, and he takes my face in his hands.
“You’re not a mess. You’ve been hurt deeply before, and it’s scary to put yourself out there again. I’m not going anywhere,” he shakes his head and smiles. “Take the time you need because when you do say it, I want you to have full trust in what we have.”
“Where did you come from?” I laugh, staring at him in wonder. “I didn’t think guys like you existed?”
