Page 45 of The Girlfriend Game
I hear the rumble of an anchor chain as it lowers into the water from the hold. And then she swivels in the chair, spreading her legs wide as my mouth waters at the sight.
“Oh fuck,” I curse, swaying a bit from the boat’s motion. Or perhaps from the partially naked woman in front of me.
I give her a sly smile, tugging my own shirt over my head, watching as Kendall’s returning smile heats my skin more than the rays of the sun.
“Wow,” she offers, licking her lips as her hand traces over my pectorals. She bites down on her lip. The way she stares at me has my body throbbing with want. Her hand continues to sweep over my abs reverently. Seductively. My cock hopes that hand of hers will move lower. “You’re magnificent. So perfect.”
Her eyes lower, lips part, and I chuckle at her choice of words.
“I think we both know that’s not true.”
Who am I to argue with her opinion? I know my body is impressive. It should be for how hard I work to stay fit and ensure it can do what it needs to do on the court. Up until this moment, I’ve treated my body as an aspect of my career, as a means to an end. But now, I’m glad to offer it up to Kendall as means of turning her on.
To watch her revel in my physicality is hot as fuck and has me buzzing with heat and need.
Kendall leans forward, pressing her lips along my abs, my abdominal muscles contracting under the soft touch.
“Perfect,” she moans again.
“You know what’s perfect?” I ask, dropping to my knees in front of her, urging her to spread her legs with my palms on her inner thighs. “You. Every part of you. And I bet you taste just as perfect.”
Lifting her calf in my palm, I bend down and kiss my way up her toned leg until I reach the junction of her hip and the edge of her bikini bottom.
I’m not prepared for how divine she tastes. Bold and sweet, spicy, and savory. Exquisitely satisfying.
A rush of blood to my cock has me punching my hips forward, seeking friction from something. Anything to take the pressure off.
I return my hands to her breasts, swiping my tongue over one nipple, her fingers threading through my hair, clamping down on my scalp as if to keep me there. With every touch, every taste, the hungrier I become and emboldened with every octave her moans grow higher and louder.
Her breasts are firm, but so soft. I get lost in her cleavage, devouring her scent, feasting happily on her taste. Feeling the thrill of being alive for the first time in ages.
Kendall has me feeling pleasure and joy. Two emotions that haven’t been part of my life for a long time. Like a broke-down car that was missing a key part.
When I pull away, resting back on my heels, I notice the flush that’s risen over Kendall’s chest. Her full, swollen lips part in that sexy goddess way, her eyes hooded with lust as if she’s in a dream.
“If you could see yourself now, you’d understand the meaning of perfection,” I rasp breathlessly, my finger mapping a trail from her exposed belly button upward, circling over a nipple and the beautiful swell of her breast. I toy with the ledge of her collarbone, brushing lightly over the curve until I reach her neck. I cup my hand around to the nape of her neck and pull her mouth down to mine. “You. Are. Perfect.”
She blushes at my compliment, clutching my jaw in her grasp, leaning into me for another kiss. Kendall’s tongue glides along my lips and then she tugs my bottom lip between her teeth. A million pulses of pleasure and light rip through my entire body.
Her smile forms against my mouth. “Let’s take this below deck.”
I give her a suggestive lift of my brows. “Aye, aye, captain.”
