Page 59 of Game of Love
Our tongues clashed together. Clashed in the exploration of the wild kiss with which he claimed me.
I gasped when he cupped my breasts and started squeezing and kneading.
His lips left mine and trailed a fiery line of hot kisses down the side of my neck. I sucked in another sharp breath when his mouth smoothed over the swells of my breast and he closed his mouth over the diamond peak surface of my right nipple and started sucking through the gold fabric.
It felt so damn good.
What felt better was when he shoved me hard against the wall and moved away the fabric so he could suck the exposed flesh. While he sucked away he ripped at my bra and undid the clasp making my left breast spill out, then he alternated sucking from one breast to the other. Sucking and tasting while I arched against the wall.
He moved away just for a second to shove my dress down my waist. It floated down to the floor pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my panties. Practically naked before him.
Before I could catch my next breath, he caught my legs and nuzzled his face between my thighs and did the most insanely hot thing I’d ever seen by pulling on the lace edge with his teeth so he could lick over my mound. Then insane became wild when he lifted my leg and pushed his tongue right up inside me to tease the hard nub of my clit.
My mouth fell open as the air left my lungs. He continued licking then stroking with his clever tongue, faster and surer with a skill of a man who knew what he was doing.
The first wave of a fierce orgasm tugged at my insides with a desperate greed that made me double over and writhe against his tongue. Sensing my desperation, he replaced his tongue with two fingers and pinned me in place so he could finger fuck me.
“Xander…” I winced.
I lowered and my breasts bobbled in front of his face. He gave me a satisfying smile and licked over the light pink tips.
“Feel good yet?” he asked, voice demanding and rough as he stroked faster.
“I feel … good,” I cried.
“Come for me, Jia,” he enticed, building up the pace to more. “Come for me.”
I tried to say something. I didn’t know what but my mouth opened like I was going to talk. Whatever it was faded away from my mind as I came on the wave of the vicious orgasm that roiled from deep inside me. It was like steam in a pressure cooker. Simmering then boiling, rising until it reached the limit and the explosion came.
That was what it felt like. It was the best way I could describe it and I couldn’t have felt more desired than now as I watched him return his tongue to my pussy and start licking up the nectar that flowed from me.
I gritted my teeth and grabbed at his wide powerful shoulders to help me stand up and take the pleasure.
He licked and sucked, pressed right up to my g-spot and teased over my clit while he ate me out.
He continued until my breathing stilled but boy was I ever on the brink of another orgasm.
Fuck… the man was too much and this was just the start.
The look he gave me as he stood told me exactly that. Like it was a warning to expect more. He smiled at me and captured my lips again for a hot, wet, wild kiss.
A kiss I pulled out of because I wanted to taste him too.
“Fuck,” he growled and gave me a playful smile when he reached for my waist. “No games now. I’m pitching a fucking tent.”
“No games,” I promised enhancing my words by pressing my hand to the front of his pants, rubbing over the hard bulge of his cock. “I want this.”
“You’re getting it,” he assured me with that sexy alluring confidence that made my whole body blush with the heat that swept through me.
“I want to taste you, and see you first.” I rubbed him harder and he groaned. It enticed me to do more to him, proud of myself that I could make a man like him react tomytouch in such a way. Me, me touching him, holding his cock.
The blue hue of his eyes darkened with molten heat. He stepped backwards and my mouth watered as I watched him unbutton his shirt and shrug out of it.
Masterpiece was just the beginning of how I would describe him. Everything on him was perfect and I wanted to take the moment to commit him to memory.
Tattoos covered his torso in a very tasteful, artfully designed way. He had a lot but not too much to cover him and detract from the serious muscle he sported.
There was an eagle on the right side of his abs, along with a series of Japanese characters and a swirl of writing. On his left was a dragon and more Japanese characters that led to an Egyptian eye.
