Page 34 of Play to Win
“Let’s take this off first,” she told him as her hands went for the hem of his shirt.
He assisted her by lifting his arms and allowing her to pull the shirt up and over his head. Her palms fell to his bare chest and Ethan inhaled deeply at the warmth continuing to spread throughout his body at her touch. She stared down at her fingers as they moved over his pecs, the tight bead of his nipples and down to his abs. This was the moment where Ethan felt his hours of weightlifting and running paid off because there was pure enjoyment in her gaze as she looked up at him again. Passion brewing in the depths of her eyes, along with something else. Something Ethan wasn’t sure Portia had ever felt before, power.
“Naked.” She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and released it. “We should both get naked.”
“Ok.” There was no other reply. He didn’t know a man who’d ever turn down that suggestion when made by such a gorgeous woman.
They both stood, removed their clothes and then returned to the sleeping bag. Ethan had pulled his wallet from his back pocket and retrieved the three condom packets he kept there. He dropped them on the floor beside the sleeping bag before sitting down again.
“Lay back,” Portia instructed him.
He’d wanted to take his time looking at her body. He wanted to see every inch of her, front and back, from her toes to the nape of her neck. He wanted his hands on her, his mouth and his tongue…but she had other plans.
Ethan lay back against the pillows they’d propped against the wall and Portia pushed his legs open. He ignored the fleeting questions that popped into his mind as this wasn’t a position he’d been in often. But she needed this. From the nervous sound of her voice the other night when she’d admitted to him that she was a faker, he knew she needed to feel like she was so much more. And he would gladly relinquish all control to her if it would take away that wary look she sometimes had in her eyes.
She was on her knees between his spread legs now, the dark circle of her nipples against her light skin an alluring contrast. Her breasts were high and full and his palms itched to touch them, but she pushed her hair behind her and bent forward before he could. Her small hand cupped his balls and Ethan sucked in a quick breath. She handled them as if they were precious jewels, holding them gently before moving her fingers over them as if she were actually cherishing what she felt. Tingles of pleasure rippled through him instantly and Ethan let his head loll back to rest against the pillows. He kept his eyes partially open, even though that was hard. He wanted to close them and completely immerse himself in the pleasure she was evoking. But at the same time, he needed to see her, to watch as he hoped she would find her own pleasure in everything she was doing to him.
When she wrapped her other hand around his hard length, Ethan released a low groan. She paused and glanced up at the sound and he watched as a combination of shock and encouragement flashed across her face. He lifted his legs so that his feet were now flat on the sleeping bag. She licked her lips and dipped her head lower. When Ethan thought she would have taken his dick into her mouth the way she had that dildo in the hotel, he was pleasantly surprised.
Portia’s hot little mouth went straight to the sack she held in her hand. Her tongue lavishing the taut balls. He swallowed hard and gave in, letting his eyes close and the complete pleasure of her touch engulf him. Desire ripped through him in lightning fast shards that pricked every part of him. And when her tongue replaced the hand holding his balls, to rest beneath his heavy sac, Ethan moaned loud and long.
For endless seconds she kept her tongue there, very still as her other hand began to work his dick, stroking from the base up to the beads of pre-cum now covering the tip. His mind warred with his body. Was this better than a traditional blow job? Should he stop her before he exploded into her hand? Would it be better if he could explode into the warmth of her mouth?
Ethan would never know the answer to any of those questions as within the next few seconds, Portia grabbed one of the condom packets and ripped it open. She sheathed him quickly before lowering his legs and climbing on top of him. He reached up to grab her hips, but it was unnecessary. The look on her face said she knew exactly what she was doing and how she wanted this to go.
“It’s all yours, baby,” he murmured. “Take what you want.”
With her legs now spread over him, Portia held his dick and positioned herself over the turgid head. She lowered herself onto him slowly at first, but then slammed down to take him all in at once. They both groaned with the instant friction and sheer pleasure that act caused.
She sat still for a moment and he watched with total enjoyment as she acclimated herself to him at this depth. Desperate to begin pumping inside her, his thighs trembled and he gritted his teeth with the effort of restraint. His hands moved from her hips to cup her breasts, kneading them gently, rubbing his thumbs over her thick tight nipples. She let her head fall to the side, her back arching into him. She looked glorious. All those lustrous curls falling around her like a halo, her skin so smooth and highlighted in the candlelight. He wished he could snap a picture and keep it in his personal collection. This was pleasure right here, in the depths of her hooded eyes and parted lips, the obvious giving of her body as she simultaneously took his. Yes, this was a sight to behold and one that Ethan knew he wanted to see again and again.
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Portia began to ride.
This was her first time in this position, but she knew how it was done. She lifted her head, leaned forward and planted her palms on Ethan’s chest before moving her hips. The circular fashion was first. It made her feel his length embedded deeper inside. Then she tried up and down, so that a portion of him was leaving and returning to her in measured intervals. That pushed her need up to a roaring hunger. And when he grasped her hips, coordinating his pumps with hers, she knew this was how it would end.
The frenzied pumping, the increasing pleasure. The waves of desire crashing over her until she thought she would drown from it. Her breasts jiggled, her teeth bit down into her lower lip and she moaned. Damn, she was moaning as if there had never been anything this good, ever. And that was the truth. She’d never imagined sex like this. Not for her personally. Sure, she’d taught it and she’d believed that others could achieve this measure of bliss, but not her. It just wasn’t meant for her. For this level of enjoyment there had to be something beneath the physical. Another connection that set the stage for the arousal to become so intense, so ultimately rewarding in the end. She wasn’t capable of feeling like that about anyone, not ever again.
And yet, here she was.
Her legs trembled as her blunt-tipped nails dug into the skin of Ethan’s chest. He moved abruptly and the next thing she knew, she was on her back, her ankles on Ethan’s shoulders. He was over her now, driving into her deeper. She caught his hot gaze and couldn’t look away.
“Unimaginable pleasure,” he said through gritted teeth.
Portia recognized the words. She’d written them towards the end of her book. It came after the steps of intimacy and blossomed into a fulfilling sexual relationship. She shook her head, ready to deny that’s what was happening, because that was impossible in this situation. But Ethan continued to move and while she could’ve sworn she was already at the pentacle of pleasure, he pushed her further. Pulling out and pressing into her from different angles now. Right, then left. Right, then left. He touched something inside of her, literally. His hard length scraped over the spot more than once and each time her heart beat faster, her gaze grew blurrier and then she fell. She was weightless, her mouth was open but there was no sound. She fell and fell and then she was flying, soaring.
Ethan groaned over her. He kissed both her ankles as a curse slipped from his lips. His hands tightened on her thighs as he pumped faster and harder, and then slower, in stiff motions that coincided with each groan.
“Unimaginable,” he muttered.
“Not possible,” she whispered.
He stopped moving inside of her. Portia’s fingers gripped the sleeping bag, but then released it as her heart continued to hammer. He let her legs slide down slowly and pulled out of her after long moments. She immediately rolled to her side, feeling the warmth that followed when he pulled a blanket over her. There was nothing left to do but cuddle into the warmth and wonder what would happen next. This was not only unimaginable as Ethan had said, it was unpredictable and as her body came down from the inexplicable high of sexual pleasure, her mind roared with the unknown.
A few moments later, Ethan’s arms were going around her waist. His body was pressing close to hers. There was more warmth and something else Portia never thought she’d experience with a man, comfort. Despite her reservations, she relaxed into the feeling, letting it and the sound of the wind and rain outside lull her to sleep.
Tonight, she’d had pleasure. She’d had what she’d written about and taught to so many others. She would let that be for now. And in the morning, she would pack her bags and walk away. Again.
