Page 60 of A False Start
“And what if I’m never ready?” The question is laced with teasing, but also with insecurity.
I rear up above her, letting a playful smile touch my lips, feeling just a tad like my old self gazing down at the beautiful woman beneath me. The wild child. The quarterback. The man who could fuck as well as he threw a ball.
I move down her body, leaving her question hanging between us until I’m able to grip the waistband of her thin leggings. “Then I’ll wait.”
The good humor seeps out of her features. “Don’t say that.”
“Don’t tell me what to say, Nadia.” I yank her leggings down and groan when I realize there are no panties between her pussy and me. Just bare, pink perfection staring back. “That’s not the game we’re playing right now.”
She licks her lips nervously, eyes never leaving my face. “What game are we playing?”
I drop her gaze again, pressing a thumb against the seam of her, dragging the slippery wetness up over the hard bud, making her hips buck up into my hand.
So responsive.
“We’re playing the game where I fuck your tight little cunt like I’ve dreamt about since the first time I laid eyes on you. We’re not making love. I’m not being gentle. We’re fucking. And you’re going to take it like the good girl you are.”
Her eyes light as she whispers, “Yes.”
What I don’t add istonight.
Tonight,that’s all we’re doing. I’ll stay in familiar territory for us both because that’s all she can handle right now. I can tell by the panicked look she gave me when I told her I’d wait.
God knows I have no clue what I’m doing beyond meaningless fucking, but I’m going to try. I’m crossing off that goddamn bucket list of hers if it’s the last thing I do.
I run my thumb through her wetness again. Watching her squirm. Feeling my dick pulse. And I realize that even just simple fucking with Nadia won’t be meaningless. It can’t be.
“Do it.” Her eyes dance now. I see them twinkling with excitement in the soft glow of the tent.
“Do what? Why don’t you tell me what you want?” I swipe up and press down on her clit, making her moan.
Right before she says...
“Make me take it like the good girl I am.”
With that, I scramble back and rip at her leggings, wanting to see her smooth, bare thighs spread wide for me. Once they’ve cleared her ankles, I sit back on my heels to appreciate the view. Pale pink sweatshirt pushed above her collarbones, round globes and hard nipples highlighted by the glow of the fire outside. The flare of her hips that leads down into toned limbs.
“Spread your legs. Wide. Let me see it.”
She does it instantly, and I groan at how willing she is. How confident. It’s my undoing.
“Now fuck those fingers, just like you were when I came in here.”
“Like this?” she asks, batting her eyelashes and sounding far more innocent than she is.
And fuck her fingers she does. Two of them glide in and come back out glistening with her wetness.Fuck.
I reach over my shoulder and pull my shirt off before standing crouched over in the small space to do away with my pants and boxers. Then I’m hovering over her body, spread out for me like a fucking feast. One of her hands plays with her tits while the other pumps slowly between her legs, her hips tipping up as she grinds against it.
When I drop to my knees between her legs, she whimpers, and I catch the flash of her white teeth biting into her puffy bottom lip.
“Touch me.” Her eyes glow with arousal.
I chuckle and roughly fist my cock, jerking it in her direction like I’ve been dreaming of for the past several weeks. “I don’t think I will. That’s not the game, remember?” My palm slides over the length of my shaft, and I let my gaze trail down her firm body until it lands on her pussy again. The way it’s stretching around her two fingers as they glide in and out.
“Add a finger.”
Her eyes flutter shut, a stuttered moan erupting from her lips as she obediently adds a third finger, stretching herself so eagerly. My cock swells in my hand as her hips swivel to accommodate the fullness.
