Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(28)

Finally, he loosens his grip and I flip myself over beneath him, brush my hair off my face, and before I can say anything, he lifts my hips and puts his mouth on me again, harder this time, rhythmically pushing his tongue in and out of me while his nose pushes on my piercing.

It’s too much.

“I can’t,” I murmur but he only grunts against me and speeds the movements of his amazing tongue.

“Will, damn it, I can’t.” He pulls his face away from me and replaces his mouth with fingers, two of them, slowly working my vagina, spreading the wetness around my lips and clit.

“Yes, you can. I need to get you good and ready, babe, so I don’t hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“If you’re not ready, I will.”

“I’m f*cking ready already!” I yell in frustration and he laughs.

“Almost. God, you’re so tight, honey.”

I look down at him, down his body that is now tense with lust and need, and see his large erection straining against his shorts.

“Take your underwear off.”

His eyes narrow on me.

“Please.” I offer him a sweet smile.

His hand leaves me long enough to pull the shorts off, and he’s kneeling in front of me, completely naked.

Holy hell this man is gorgeous!

Seriously gorgeous.

“I love this,” he whispers as he brushes his finger across my metal, making me squirm.

“I’m glad.”

“It’s f*cking sexy.” He leans down and swipes his tongue over it twice and just like that, I wrap his hair in my fingers and come against him.

Just as I am able to open my eyes again, Will climbs up my body, and nestles his long, hard cock against my center, and leans in and kisses me.

“Mmm,” I moan and wrap my arms around him, keeping him close to me. “You feel so good.”

“Meg, open your eyes,” he whispers as he moves his hips in just that way that slides the head of his cock against my clit.

His deep blue eyes stare down into mine as he rears back and braces the impressive head of his cock against my lips.

“Are you sure?” he whispers.

“Will, in me. Now.”

He smiles softly and pushes inside me, oh so slowly.

Sweet Jesus, he’s so big. Maybe this isn’t going to work. There’s no way I can take all of him.

My eyes widen, but he kisses me softly. “It’s okay. We’ll take it slow and easy.”

His hips retreat, and then he pushes in again, a bit farther this time.

“Just relax. I won’t hurt you.” He kisses my cheek and my neck, and then kisses my lips again as his hips find a long, slow rhythm. He ever so gently slides out and then in, going deeper and deeper each time until finally he’s all the way inside me, and he stops and gazes down at me.

“You feel so f*cking good,” he whispers.

“You can move,” I whisper back. I love how quiet the room is, as though we’re writing our own song.

“I just love feeling you wrapped around me. I’ve never felt anything like you.” He barely moves his hips, but it grinds his pubic bone against the metal above my clit and I gasp.

“Piercing?” he asks.

“Yeah, it hits my clit when you move your hips like that.”

“Good to know,” he mutters with a smug grin.

I rotate my hips and clench around him, wanting desperately for him to move.

“Ah, hell, don’t do that.”

I smile and do it again.

“Megan, this won’t last long if you keep…” Before he can finish the sentence I rotate my hips again and squeeze my intimate muscles and he starts to really move, gliding out to the tip, and then back in to the hilt.

“Oh, yes.”

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, babe.” His voice is raw and sweat is beading on his forehead and I’m stunned at how much he wants me.

“I want you. Just you.”

“Damn right, just me.” And with that he picks up the pace, rocking in and out of me, thrusting harder and harder, so when he’s pushed as far as he can go, it almost hurts. He’s so big, there’s no avoiding it.

“Goddamn it,” his teeth are clenched. He grabs my hands, laces our fingers, and pulls them above my head, restraining me. “You’re so f*cking sweet.”

Every touch of his pubis against my clit is setting me on fire, until finally I can’t stand it anymore. I feel the orgasm building, my legs clench, I grip his hands harder.

“Come,” he whispers in my ear and bites my neck, sending me over the edge, pulsing and bucking beneath him in the best damn orgasm of my life.

“Ah, hell,” he shouts and follows me with his own release. He buries his face in my neck and unlocks our fingers. I wrap my arms around him and cradle him to me, still inside me, and know that I’m totally and completely lost to this beautiful man.

He rolls to the side and takes me with him, reversing our positions. He manages to stay inside me, and I’m in no hurry to kick him out.

“Well, I guess it’s safe to say we’re compatible in bed,” I murmur against his chest. He laughs and kisses my head.

“True, but you might kill me.”