Page 59 of Playing for Possession
“You were perfect. Never worry about that.” I trailed kisses along her hip bone. “Can I touch you? Is this OK? I won’t hurt you.”
She sighed with pleasure. “Yes, but don’t feel you have to.”
Did she imagine this a chore? How could she think I wasn’t dying to taste her? I stood and led her to the mirror over the dressing table. I twisted her, forcing her to take in her reflection.
“Look at you.” I reached round and cupped her breasts, savoring the perfect weight of them in my hands. “Let me tell you, these are the kind of tits that drive a man to do stupid things. A man would go to war over a woman like you. This is some Helen of Troy shit.”
She burst out laughing. “Helen of Troy? I didn’t realize you were a historian.”
“I liked that story in school. I would have liked history if I hadn’t had football. But that’s not the point.”
Amusement danced all over her face. “What is the point?”
“I’m about to show you. Put your hands on the dresser.”
She did as instructed without hesitation. Adrenaline sparked inside of me. I liked to be in charge in the bedroom, but after last night I needed to surrender control and let Joanie set the pace.
Her gaze met mine in the mirror, and her cheeks were bright pink. I let my hands roam all over her smooth skin and kissed a trail down her spine.
“I used to watch you in the mirrors at the gym,” I said.
“Why?” Her smile was teasing. “So you could criticize my technique?”
“Because you were so determined. I liked what I saw.”
“At least someone does.” Her voice was small and faraway.
“What’s that supposed to mean? What do you see in the mirror?”
She peered at her reflection, her pleasure-drunk expression dimming to a frown. She gave a nervous cough. “I don’t know... just a girl.”
I brushed her soft hair over one shoulder. “I see a woman. A beautiful woman, not a girl. I see a woman who is strong and sexy.”
I dropped to my knees behind her. “Determined and powerful.”
She whimpered as I planted kisses up her leg until I reached the smooth skin where her ass joined her thighs.
“So fucking hot. I’m going to lie on the bed and you’re going to sit on my face and ride my tongue.”
She didn’t reply. The silence grew painfully loud.
I snapped my hands away from her.Too much?I’d come on too strong? “Or we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk or hang out. You’re in control. I’ll do anything you want. Shall I stop?”
“No. I want to. I want . . . that.”
“Are you sure? You’re calling the shots here. I’m at your command.”
“Yes. Please.”
“On the bed?”
She cleared her throat. Her voice rang out clear and strong. “No. Like this. I want to look in the mirror, please.”
My cock was so hard my body ached for her. “Good call.” I nudged my knee between her thighs, spreading her legs for me. “I told you, I never need to hear please from you.”
Her whimper turned into a sharp cry when I opened her with my thumbs and sank my tongue into her wet heat. I licked and probed, letting her moans guide me until she was bucking against my face. I pulled away to take a breath, even though it was hard to stop. This was about her pleasure, but I couldn’t help how much I enjoyed seeing her like this. I could have watched her on the edge of orgasm forever.
“Is this OK? Too sore?”
