Page 57 of Playing to Win

I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her the last step into me. “Fuck, yeah.”

My hands roam over her ass, up her back, savoring every inch of her silky skin. I cup her breasts, rolling my finger and thumb around her hard nipples. She sucks in a breath when I wrap my mouth around one stiff tip.

I kiss her again, unable to get enough of her mouth on mine, my fingers slipping into her hair. The arguments are gone. Forgotten. Because in this moment, all I can see is her smiling and laughing, making me laugh.

We swallow each other’s moans as the kiss grows in intensity. I lift her bare legs around my waist and carry her to her bedroom. The double bed is covered in my sheets. The room is candlelit.

“You did a lot in five minutes,” I say against her lips, not willing to break the contact.

I feel her lips tighten and curve up as her tongue slips into my mouth. “I’m a very resourceful woman.”

“Let’s see how well you can multitask.” I lay her back on the bed and hover above her, sliding my fingers into her wet pussy, groaning when I feel how ready she is, as if her pleasure is my own.

I want to be inside her. God, do I. But first, “I want to taste you.”

I part her legs wider and bend her knees, planting her feet on the mattress. The height of her heels exposes her fully to me. Every delectable inch of her. I turn my tongue around her nipples, then draw a line down her abdomen, kissing, licking my way south.

Her back arches and she groans as my tongue finds her clit. Her taste is sweet and sour all at once. She whispers my name, breathlessly. I could never tire of hearing her call out for me like this. She fists the sheets at her sides as I suck her sweet spot and push my fingers inside her. I feel her build, her insides clenching around me. When she lets go, I watch her unravel. No attitude. No sass. Just an ethereal woman, giving over to me completely.

She giggles and writhes on the covers when I lick one last time through her plump folds. I move over her, taking my weight on my arms, and let her taste herself.

“I think we’ve finally found your talent, Mr. Adams.”

I smile and bite playfully on her bottom lip. “How about seeing to this loaded gun you were singing about?”

Her humor fades as heat comes back into her eyes. She pushes me back until I’m on my knees. With her legs on either side of me, she sits, eye-fucking me as she unbuckles and unzips my jeans. She takes them, with my boxers, down my thighs and grabs my hard cock in her hand. It’s my turn to drop my head back and groan.

She shifts to her knees; then her mouth is on me, the moist heat gliding up and down my length. “Izzy, fuck. That’s good.”

She grabs my balls and presses on the base of my erection as she moves up and down, flicking her tongue across my sensitive spot on each rise. I feel myself harden the last bit and I’m on the cliff’s edge when I lift her head. “Not like this. I want to be inside you.”

She sits back, her teeth dragging across her lip, as she watches me strip out of my jeans and roll on a condom from my wallet. I crawl back over her and she wraps her legs around me, the points of her heels pulling my ass to her.

Our mouths meet but our eyes are open as I slide into her. I pause for a second, finding the strength to hold back my climax. Her pussy is tight around me and when I begin to move, she squeezes my cock.

“Jesus, Izzy.”

I draw out and drive back into her. Her back bows; she presses her head into the bed, pushing her breasts against me. I lift her hips and thrust into her, over and over, until a white ecstasy takes over my vision. She calls my name as I pour everything I have into her.

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