Page 48 of The Girlfriend Game
Twenty-Three
Zeke
Our first time together on the boat was far too quick, without much room to move or explore each other’s bodies due to the confines of the cabin.
But this time, now that we’ve returned to my condo after a day out on the water, my bed is palatial, and we have plenty of space to do everything we want to each other.
And Kendall is game for everything.
Right now, she’s on her back with knees spread wide, my hand lassoed securely around her thigh and my face planted at her sweet pussy. She claims there’s no chance she can have another orgasm after the one I just gave her with my fingers, but I have faith in my skills. My tongue can work miracles and I don’t back down from challenges.
With fierce determination, I work her clit with small flicks of my tongue, every now and again sucking the swollen sensitive nub into my mouth. She cries out and bucks under my ministrations and I know I’m working her to that finish line, as evidenced by the way her arms thrash out at her sides.
Her breaths turn into shallow pants, her face covered in that euphoric glossy look, as her fist punches the mattress before grabbing the sheets in her tight grip.
“There…right there…don’t stop that,” she begs, fingers roughly spearing through my hair with the intensity of her desire, her words falling like honey from her tongue. And she tastes just like honey on mine.
Not money, not fame, not even winning a championship can compete with how amazing it feels and the pride that overtakes me to make this woman come undone. There is no doubt that Kendall is that deadly combination of beautiful and intelligent. You would never guess how extraordinary she is in bed when all those professional barriers are gone, and she lets go in the throes of sexual haze.
Maybe I’m a bit of a selfish tease, but I enjoy taking her to the edge of orgasm and putting on the brakes, only to watch her squirm and plead her case for more.
Like now for instance.
“Oh, my God, Zeke…please…just give it to me.”
My tongue laves through her folds with another claiming stroke, glistening beautifully with her wetness mixed with mine. My cock pulses with need, humping into the mattress. I’m dying to sink into that tight body of hers. And yet I wait, heightening the sensation and delicious anticipation.
I stop my ministrations and she grunts with displeasure, her mouth twisting into a lopsided frown, and she gives me a mutinous glare. I nibble the delicate flesh of her inner thigh, chuckling against her soft cleft, avoiding her argumentative contempt as she undulates her hips aggressively in search of my mouth.
“Why’d you stop?” she asks testily, pressing her elbows into the mattress to prop herself up, her bronzed hair swaying behind her shoulders. God, she’s so sexy when she’s feisty.
A wry grin spreads wide across my face. I press my knees into the bed, kneeling with my cock in hand, crawling over her slowly to ensure she feels the drag of it between her legs. The appraising glance she gives my cock tells me everything I need to know. When I’m perched over her, my arms caging her shoulders under me, I press my mouth to hers, knowing she can taste herself on my tongue. Her lips are soft and pliable, yielding to our desires.
“Because, sweetheart,” I say, punching my hips forward, our kiss going deeper as I speak against her lips. “I’m going to let my cock fuck you to orgasm. Any complaints, you can take it up with management.”
Her words get lost on a gasp when I grip her hips and flip her around on her hands and knees. Kendall swings her head to look at me over her shoulder as I roam a hand along the smooth expanse of her back, the other lining my cock up at her entrance.
“Complaints?” she pants, licking her lips, a trace of a wicked smile etched across her mouth. “My only complaint is you’re not inside me yet.”
With simmering desperation, my fingers find purchase in her hips and I thrust once, Kendall’s head flopping forward into my pillow with awhooshof exhaled air. She’s slick, hot, and tight. We moan in unison as I begin driving into her, feeling every tremor and clench of her body around my cock as I tunnel in from behind.
“Goddamn, Kendall,” I growl ferally, barely able to articulate the words or form coherent sentences over the intensity of this feeling.
I adjust our position with the tilt of her hips, tipping her ass up for a better angle.
“Y-e-e-s-s!” she cries out hoarsely.
I continue to hammer inside her, slipping my hand between her legs to coax her back to where the impending orgasm left off. The one I refused to give her, but now want take her over the edge with me.
Kendall’s braces herself on her elbows, hands gripping the pillows over her head as I slam into her. Each punch of my hips, my dick disappears deep inside her body and I’m lost to sensation.
We’re soon hitting our stride, bodies tightening and clenching, sweat dripping down my back as I continue to work her clit, using two fingers to stroke her to that final climax. She cries out my name in a husky groan as I throw my head back in rapture, my entire body convulsing in pleasure and releasing within her.
A deep satisfaction ripples through me as I come down from my high, my breaths slowing as I take my time tenderly kissing her back and neck before wrapping my arms around her middle and pulling her with me as I roll to my side. I hold her close, my nose buried in her hair, enjoying the light fragrant scent of her shampoo.
Kendall burrows in, and for a while I think she’s fallen asleep with the easy rise and fall of her chest. But she finally breaks the silence, snuggling the curve of her ass into me.
“That was nice.” Her tone gives me no indication whether she’s teasing or just unimpressed.
