Game On(62)

I heard him suck in a breath of air, his eyes taking in every inch of me. For a brief moment I felt the impulse to raise my hands, to cover myself, to hide, but the expression on his face, that intense longing and hunger, made me wet and wanting..

Before I could say a word, before I could beg him to press his body back against mine, to touch me, to take me, he knelt down, pushing my knees apart. With one, smooth tug, he hooked his hands behind my knees and pulled me towards the end of the bed where he was waiting. Ready.

I felt his breath against my thighs, felt the soft whisper of his stubble against my skin and then the hot lick of his tongue against the part of me that wanted him the most.

I let my head drop back against the sheets as he wrapped his fingers around my ass and pressed his hot, wonderful mouth against me. His tongue plunged deep inside and I moaned, my hands clutching at the bed, as he brought me to the edge of desire. My legs were draped over his shoulders, my toes digging into his back as he teased my clit with hot open-mouthed kisses before sliding his fingers into my wetness. He thrust in and out, as he sucked on my clit, feeding my needy *.

I came, screaming, back arching and fingers scrambling against the sheets. My entire body shook with the intensity of my orgasm and for a moment I was lost, gone in the perfect pleasure of it all. When I came back to earth, Nathan was crawling up the bed to capture my mouth, his fingers slick against my breath, his tongue tasting of me, intimately me.

God, this man. He was so f*cking gorgeous, those wide shoulders flexing with well-earned muscles, that six-pack of abs I wanted to get drunk on, and f*ck, everything that was still hidden from me beneath his pants. I wanted it all.

I reached for his zipper and this time he didn’t push my hands away, lifting his hips so I could free his cock. It was hot and huge against my hand and though I wanted nothing more than to have him plunge himself deep inside of me, I couldn’t resist lowering my head and wrapping my mouth around it, tasting the salt and slickness of his desire.

“Sophie,” he moaned, falling back on the bed. “Fuuuuuuuuck.”

I smiled against his cock. Nothing was better than making him feel this way. Nothing. But before I lavished any true attention on it, Nathan was rolling me over, pinning me to the bed, our naked bodies sliding against each other, his hand reaching down to tempt my aching clit.

I rocked my hips against his palm, his fingers tormenting me. But it wasn’t enough this time. I needed more.

“I need you inside me,” I moaned, protesting when he rolled away from me. But he was back in a flash, ripping the wrapper off a condom and rolling the latex down his throbbing length. Planting my feet on the bed, I parted my knees for him, ready, oh so ready. Quickly he settled between my legs, his thick cock pressing against my wet opening. He rubbed the ridge of it slowly against me and I moaned, my toes digging into the bed. I wanted to pull the weight of him against me, the length of him inside me. I wanted him to f*ck me until I forgot everything but how good his body felt.

But he was taking it slow. Too slow.

I growled, reaching down with the intent of guiding him inside of me, but he pulled my hand away, pinning it, along with my other arm, above my head.

“Be patient,” he chided, though I could see it was taking enormous effort on his part to hold back. The muscles in his neck were thick cords of intensity.

“I don’t want to be patient,” I said through gritted teeth. “I want you to f*ck me. Now!”

The heat in Nathan’s eyes exploded and I could see the moment he lost control. With a groan, he pulled away from me and then, before I could take another breath, plunged his cock deep.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned, my head falling back on the bed as he slid all the way inside of me. It was tight and hot and so f*cking perfect.

“Fuck, Sophie.” Nathan’s voice was a groan in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so goooooooood.”

“Fuck me, Nathan.” My hands clawed at his hips, reaching back and gripping that same ass I had been admiring since I first laid eyes on it. It felt amazing in my hands. “Fuck me now.”

And he did. Pulling back, he slammed into me again, our bodies wet and slick against each other. With each thrust I felt the tension build in my belly, that aching tightness waiting to be released. Nathan f*cked me, harder and harder, the bed springs screaming beneath us, as I gave myself up to the sensation of his gorgeous, perfect body sliding in and out of mine.

His mouth found mine, our tongues mimicking the thrust and slide of the rest of our bodies, his hands clutching blindly at my breasts, my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders and hung on for dear life.

Then without warning, with his cock deep inside me, Nathan gripped my hips and smoothly rolled onto his back. I threw back my head, feeling the complete length of him stroking me.

“Sophie,” he barely managed to choke out as I began to ride him, rolling my hips to push him deeper and deeper inside of me. His head fell against the sheets and I had the most perfect view of the most beautiful man as he thrust his body up to meet mine. The muscles in his neck were tense as I lifted myself and came back down harder and deeper.

My breasts bounced with each movement, Nathan’s fingers tight against my hips. I leaned forward, seeking his mouth as I felt tension rising in my belly. His hands slid up my body to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing my tight, pearled nipples as his lips met mine. Everywhere our bodies touched was hot and wet and perfect.