Playing Hard to Get(64)

She shatters beneath me with a keening cry, her body wracked with shudders. She shivers and shakes, her inner walls gripping my fingers in a pulsating wave that has my dick hard as a fucking rock.

Just from giving this girl oral.

She lets go of my hair, her fingers pressing against my forehead, trying to push me away.

“Too sensitive,” she murmurs, and I let up on my ministrations, dropping a kiss on her lower belly before I slide up her body, kissing her here and there until we’re face to face.

Her dazed gaze meets mine, and she slings an arm around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.

“I can taste myself,” she murmurs against my lips.

I smile. I can’t help it. “Pretty fucking filthy, right?”

“Yessss, oh my God, that was…” Her voice drifts and she kisses me again, her tongue brushing against mine languidly. “So good.”

I return the kiss, running my hands down her back, curving them over her ass. It really is perfect—the perfect handful. Smooth and round and fucking sexy.

“So good doesn’t feel like a strong enough description,” she continues, her head falling back when I kiss her neck. “Like, that was the most—”

She goes quiet.

I pull away from her, frowning. “The most what?”

“Should I tell you? Will it go to your head?”

Chuckling, I return my mouth to her slender neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. “Everything’s already gone to my head.”

I grasp her hand, guiding it toward my dick, which is straining the front of my jeans.

She curves her fingers around my length, giving me a firm squeeze, which tears a groan from deep inside me.

“That was the most intense orgasm anyone has ever given me,” she admits, removing her hand from my cock.

The disappointment is crushing at the loss of her touch.

Then she reaches for the front of my jeans, tugging at the button fly and undoing it, and my disappointment evaporates, replaced with anticipation. She undoes the last button, spreading the denim wide, her fingers streaking across the front of my boxer briefs, and I grab hold of her wrist, stopping her.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say, being one hundred percent real with her. “I don’t expect it. I wanted to go down on you.”

She lifts her head, staring at me, and I take her in. Her flushed skin still rosy, thanks to the “most intense orgasm of her life,” her sparkling eyes and all of that dark hair spilling across my pillow.

She’s gorgeous. Naked in my bed while I still have my jeans on.

“And I want to do this.” Her smile is sassy, her fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of my boxers. “So let me.”

I clench my teeth together when her hands dive deeper, her fingers finding my cock. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she touches me, her lips parting, her eyes widening as she skims the length. She assesses the girth by wrapping her fingers around it.

“Um…” She gives me a tentative squeeze. “I’m almost afraid to see it.”

I break out in a sweat. “Don’t turn me down now.”

“Oh, I’m not going to.” She removes her hand from my dick and starts to push at my jeans, trying to pull them off. “Help me out here.”

Lifting my hips, I remove my jeans and underwear all at once, until I’m just as naked as she is. Unable to help myself, I roll over, so I’m lying on top of her, careful not to smother her since she’s so much smaller than I am. A sigh of satisfaction leaves her and she runs her hands down my back, her fingers drifting, nails lightly scratching, making me shiver.

“I like how heavy you are,” she confesses just before I kiss her.

Drown in her.

“I don’t want to crush you,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting my hips against hers, nice and slow. I can feel my cock dripping onto her stomach, I’m so amped up, so eager to make something happen.

“I like it. You feel like one of those weighted blankets, but even better.” Her hands pause just above my ass, and I mentally encourage her to go lower.

“A weighted blanket?” I lift my brows, drifting my fingers through her silky soft hair, pushing it away from her face. “That’s a new one.”

“No one has ever compared you to a blanket before?” She raises her brows, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Not that I can remember.” I kiss her to stop her from talking. Not that I don’t mind the banter, but come on.

I’ve got a naked woman squirming under me.

The kiss starts out slow but heats up quickly, until she’s shoving at my chest and I roll off of her so we’re lying side by side, our mouths still fused. She ends the kiss first, pushing me with a single index finger, and I go willingly onto my back, my cock practically sticking straight up.

She runs her mouth down my chest. Along my ribs. Across my stomach. Kisses one hip bone, then the other, completely ignoring my eager dick, making no attempt to touch it.

The woman is driving me out of my mind.

She finally settles between my legs and I spread them wider, giving her more room. She’s kneeling in front of me, her fingers wrapped almost around the base, but not quite.

“Wow,” she whispers, just before she dips her head and licks my shaft like an ice cream cone.