Page 44 of Not Before Game Night
When I straightened and took hold of his waistband, he smiled wider.
I undid his belt buckle, and as I undid the zipper on his fly, my finger fluttered over the hard bulge of his cock pressing out against his boxers.
Hard and what looked like massive to me. That was going inside me. What if it didn’t fit?
He saw me looking, and with a wicked grin, he took my hand and pressed it against his thickness, making me gasp. Then shocking me further by closing my fingers around the shaft. My hand squeezed involuntarily, and he groaned.
“This is what you do to me, Vanessa.”
The sight of what I did to him made me wet. The pull in my groin turned into an ache, an ache for him to be inside me. I didn’t need to have any kind of experience to feel the ache. It came to me naturally. The same way it came naturally to run my hand up and down his shaft, feeling him through the fabric. Instinct was what took over now. Instinct, fueled by that want, and desire. It replaced the worry that previously filled me.
It replaced the worry, the nerves, everything, and I just wanted him.
He groaned deeper as I stroked harder and clamped a hand down on mine to steady me.
“Easy,” he muttered with a chuckle and smoothed his hand back up to my neck. “Don’t rob me of finishing inside you. Are you ready, Vanessa?”
I smiled up at him. “I’m ready.”
I was more than ready. I needed him.
He released me, reached for a condom from his back pocket, and I couldn’t resist the giggle that escaped my lips when he winked at me and placed it between his teeth.
I watched him step out of his shoes and shimmy out of his pants, then he picked me up in one scoop, carrying me over to the king-sized bed in the center of the room.
I sunk into the silky sheets when he settled me down and got lost in his kisses once more.
“Time to make you mine,” he spoke against my lips.
My words and thoughts got lost in the ether as he kissed the hollow of my neck.
My entire body tingled and buzzed from his touch and his lips, awakening every cell and fiber of my soul.
His lips traced over the contours of my shoulders, then down to my breasts. I heaved against him, gasping as his mouth closed over my left nipple briefly for a taste, then he nuzzled his face between the deep valley of my cleavage. My nipples went tight, growing hard and harder when he licked over the swells of my breasts. When his tongue flicked over the hard peaks of my nipples again, I felt the first tug of tension coil deep inside me.
It was hard to explain other than the fact that it was something that pulled from inside. Pleasure, but also with an edge of something unbearable.
He paused to suckle first at one nipple, then over to the other, which he took deeper into his mouth. I moaned into the sensation of the wildness of it, coming undone before him.
I could neither help nor control myself, and I didn’t want to.
When he moved away and gave me that wicked smile again, I knew he meant to do so much more to me, and he did.
He took hold of my legs, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he spread me wide then lowered his head, burying his face between my thighs. He placed kisses there too, all over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and over the mound of my core. Nipping at the skin there and fueling my arousal a hundred times over.
God, that felt so damn good. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do to me next.
I’d just managed to catch my breath when he stole it away again by moving my panties aside so he could slide his fingers inside me. Shivers of ecstasy flew through me as he moved his finger in and out and smiled with pure male satisfaction when he saw what he was doing to me.
I cried out, arching my back into the bed when he found the hard, already throbbing nub of my clit and started working it. That felt good enough, but what felt better than his fingers was what he did next.
Cole replaced his fingers with his tongue. I was so shocked as I watched him return to my core and press his tongue straight into me. First, he swirled around my clit in an exploratory manner, then his tongue lashed out inside, holding me prisoner to passion and the thrall of him. Mindless sounds of passion hummed and fell from my lips as he teased me open, questing, conquering, stroking, licking, petting.
Making me his.
I writhed beneath him, lost to pleasure, lost to him.
That tension I’d felt building poured to the surface of my skin like a blast of fire on gasoline and trailed a blaze of unquenchable pleasure right through me. Body and soul. It left me screaming, screaming his name as I came, climaxing at the will of the first orgasm I’d ever received in my life.
