Page 48 of Her Game Plan

Her eyes fall closed as she tilts her head back. “That. Touch me.”

I lightly touch her shoulder again, the heat from her body burning into my fingers. She’s slightly sweaty, and it’s taking a significant amount of self-control not to lick her skin. To taste the salt on her.

Suddenly, she turns off the toy, blinking her eyes open, and rolling her hips like she’s about to sit up. “I like to be on top.”

I slide my hand gently over the exposed skin of her belly, careful not to make her feel like I’m forcing her to stay there, but definitely suggesting she does. “I’m sure you do, Princess. But tonight is about you. You stay there. I’m going to make you feel good.”

She turns her head to face me. “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, I know I don’t have to. But I want to. Desperately.” I reach under the covers and wrap my fingers around the handle of the toy, my palm covering hers. “Let me.”

Her gaze bores into me, as if she doesn’t believe me. “Are you sure because… Are you sure?”

I pull the toy out and almost laugh when I see it’s a royal-purple dildo. Of course, Charlotte would have something as bold as she is. Though I’m a bit disappointed it doesn’t have sparkles.

“You don’t have to use that,” she murmurs, her cheeks bright pink.

I click the toy on in response, taking a few seconds to understand what each of the buttons does before running it down the inside of her leg closest to me. Her body shivers, and my dick goes from granite to diamond-level hardness at that one little move. Charlotte is so fucking responsive.

“Are you ready?” I ask as I tease up and down her thighs, never quite getting the vibrations to the spot I know she wants them.

She tilts her hips each time I reach the apex of her thighs, and without fail, she lets out a heavy breath through her nose when I slide the toy down again. She’s fucking mesmerizing.

“Are you ready, Princess?” I ask it slightly louder this time, barely able to overcome the lump in my throat. I want to devour her. To peel off her silky nightdress and lavish her nipples with attention before slamming home. I want to feel her gripping my cock as we both explode. I want her sass and thoughts spilling out as I drive into her harder and deeper until she groans my name. I want her to feel so good she never considers sleeping with someone else.

I force my attention back to her—that is not what we’re doing tonight.

“So ready. Please,” she begs, her eyes sliding open to meet mine. “I’ve been so ready since—” She cuts herself off.

I pause, waiting for her to finish. Since what? When it becomes clear she isn’t going to tell me, I slide the tip through her wet center, just skimming the surface, before bringing it to her clit. At the first contact, she lets out a muffled moan that has my dick jumping.

“Like this?” I ask.

She wiggles against the toy in response, and—fuck it. I drop my mouth to the outline of her peaked nipple, sucking it, fabric and all, into my mouth. Fucking perfection.

Letting go of the toy for a second, I shove her dress up, exposing two perfect mounds with their pretty pink nipples begging to be in my mouth. Slowly, I dip the dildo into Charlotte’s center. I tease her with my tongue, swirling and licking as she writhes beneath me.

I want to be between her legs, tasting every inch of her. But I invited myself here. Said I would help. This is about her. About making sure she feels good. This is not about me or my desire to know and own every inch of this woman.

Continuing to dip the dildo in and out of her, only an inch, I focus on her other breast, using my teeth to gently nip at her. She digs her hands into my hair, lightly pulling in a way that’s just the right amount of pain. Fuck. This woman could make me come without even touching my dick.

As her breathing starts to pick up, I give her more of what she wants, angling the dildo forward slightly as I move it into her. In and out. In and out. When her hand grasps the sheets next to her, I use the other two buttons on the toy to make the dick start moving inside her as the little part up front starts vibrating against her clit.

She lets out a moan that moves all the way down my body until it hits my cock with a powerful wave of pleasure.

Fuuuuck. Am I about to come in my pants? Jeans were a terrible choice, the zipper digging into the entire length of my cock at this point. Though, at least it will leave me with some dignity if I do come all over myself like a teenager.

“Harder,” Charlotte demands, lifting her hips into a bridge to change the angle, the comforter finally falling off to expose her perfect pussy. A trimmed, narrow strip in a color slightly darker than her hair leads directly to the promised land.

She looks so goddamn beautiful.

I bite her nipple at the same time I make the silicone cock bottom out against her again and again. She wraps her hand over mine, holding it in place as her head dips back onto the pillow, her eyes squeezed tight in ecstasy.

“Yesss.” She digs her fingers into the back of my hand as her body spasms, and it’s the most erotic image I’ve ever seen.

I click all three buttons on the toy to turn it off, but leave it in place before gently kissing her collarbone. “Can you go for another round?” I murmur into the skin of her upper chest.

Tilting my head up, I place another kiss on the warm, smooth skin there. Her gaze meets mine, unfocused and pleased. “Always.”