Page 109 of Changing the Playbook
Her laugh bounces off the walls, amplified. “Ridiculous man.”
“Says the woman committing misdemeanor trespassing.”
“The door was unlocked. I?—”
I silence her legal defense with another kiss, fingers threading through wet strands while my other hand grips her hip. She catches my bottom lip between her teeth, applies just enough pressure to make me groan, then soothes the sting with her tongue.
This woman will be my complete undoing—before she can totally dominate me, I drop to my knees on unforgiving tile, hooking her leg over my shoulder in one smooth motion. I start slow, learning her with my tongue while she struggles for purchase on slick walls.
“Oh God—” Her hand flies to cover her mouth.
“Quiet, baby. Unless you want company.”
I focus on driving her higher and higher, reading every twitch and gasp. When I slide two fingers inside, her whole body bows—I curl them just right, finding that spot that makes her thighs shake while my tongue maintains steady pressure on her clit.
“Mike, please, I?—”
Her muscles lock, release, lock again as the orgasm rolls through her. I work her through each wave, adjusting pressure as she rides out the aftershocks. When I stand, knees protesting, she immediately crushes her mouth to mine. The hunger in her kiss makes my cock throb almost painfully.
“Inside me,” she pants against my lips. “Need you inside me now.”
“Sophie, I don’t have anything with me.”
Her hands frame my face, forcing eye contact. “Birth control. Tested. You?”
“Right before our first night. No one since.”
“Then I want to feel you.” Her smile turns tender. “Just you.”
Whoa.
“You’re sure?” I say.
To answer, she guides me to her entrance, already slick and ready. And the moment of first contact with nothing between us sends electricity racing up my spine, every nerve ending firing at once.
“Fuck.” The word escapes on an exhale.
“That’s the idea,” she says, but her voice wavers, betraying how affected she is.
I push forward slowly, watching emotions play across her face—pleasure, vulnerability, complete trust— and without barriers, every sensation multiplies. For the first time, I feel her heat, the perfect grip of her muscles, the way she pulses around me. I pause halfway, breathing hard, overwhelmed.
“OK?” she whispers, nails tracing my shoulders.
“You feel incredible. Give me a second or I’ll?—”
She deliberately clenches around me.
“Sophie.” Warning in my voice.
“Please move. Need you to move.”
I withdraw and thrust home. We both groan, too loud for discretion but beyond caring, and the angle has her gasping with each stroke. I lift her other leg, taking her full weight as I pin her to the wall. The new position draws a cry she barely muffles against my shoulder, and I drive deeper.
“Shh, Soph. Can’t get caught now.”
“Can’t—right there—oh?—”
She tightens around me, close already. I wedge a hand between us to circle her clit and that does it, her body locking around mine as pleasure wracks through her. The sensation of her pulsing bare around me, the intimacy of nothing between us, sends me over. I bury my face in her neck as I fill her.
