Page 67 of Triple Play
“Just tonight,” she breathes between kisses, and the words don’t fully register at first because I’m too focused on the way she tastes, the way she feels.
I should argue. Should tell her that’s not how this works. That I don’t want just tonight.
But her hands are on my belt. Undoing it with practiced efficiency.
Words are overrated anyway.
I help her. Shirt over my head. Jeans kicked off. She’s pulling at her own clothes. Her tank top hits the floor. I help her with her sports bra and then kinda just blank out for a second.
She’s perfect. All smooth skin and soft curves and this look in her eyes like she wants to devour me.
I’m so here for it.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“You’re beautiful.” I trail one knuckle over the swell of a small, but perky breast.
She flushes. Looks away.
I catch her chin. Make her look at me. “Hey. I mean it. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Jordie—”
I kiss her. Slow this time. Reverent.
She melts into it. Into me.
We take our time. Hands exploring. Mouths learning. Finding out what makes the other gasp.
She’s responsive. Vocal. Tells me what she wants. What feels good.
I love it. Love that she knows her body. Knows what she likes.
Her hand slides down between us, slipping past my waistband and into my boxers, and when her fingers wrap around me, her eyes go wide.
“Holy shit, Jordie,” she breathes, and there’s this delighted surprise in her voice that makes me grin against her skin. “Well. That’s… that’s really not fair.”
“Complaining?” I manage, even though her hand on me is making coherent thought difficult.
“Absolutely not.” She strokes once, experimentally, and I have to close my eyes and count to ten because I’m not finishing before we even start. “Just appreciating the situation.”
I kiss down her neck. Her collarbone. Between her breasts.
She arches. Threads her fingers through my hair.
I keep going. Lower. Until I’m between her thighs and she’s looking at me with heat in her eyes.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Yes. God, yes.”
My thumb traces her clit while I plant hot open-mouthed kisses on her inner thigh. Elise twitches and gazes down at me.
Using my tongue, I make lazy sweeping passes over her clit again and again. Elise gasps and threads her fingers through my hair.
She grinds her hips against my face, wanting more. I chuckle, all too happy to oblige. I suck on her clit and press the heel of my palm to my leaking cock.Later, I promise.
Pressing one finger deep, I keep up the fast sucking rhythm on her swollen clit until Elise is panting, unable to stop the low sounds escaping her.
