Page 67 of Playing for Keeps

“What’s wrong?”

My hand gripped his shaft, squeezing as he flinched. “I want you.”

“Jen.” He swept a loose hair off my face, then smoothed his hand over my long locks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then love me,” I begged. “Make love to me. I can’t take it anymore.”

He swept his gaze over my face, pausing for a moment on my lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop. I promise, I’ll do whatever you want.”

My heart swelled. A smile tipped up my lips. I lifted my hips as I guided him forward, sliding his cock between my legs. “Oh God, yes. Please, don’t stop.”

“Fuck.” He nudged the crown of his dick inside of me, then paused. Threw his head back, then rolled his shoulders. His hand snaked through my hair, and he tugged on it as he pushed himself in. “Fuck, Jen, it hurts so good.”

His lips descended on my neck, his teeth nipping and his mouth sucking as he slowly guided himself in and out. I cried out at the sensation, at the perfect beauty of our bodies becoming one, and he rocked in harder, bottoming out.

My arms wrapped around his neck. My legs wrapped around his waist. And heaven spilled its sunshine down upon me, warming me from head to toe. Stars flashed behind my closed eyelids as my body fluttered and convulsed, whimpers and pleas for more dripping from my throat.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed this, how much I’d missed him, until now. He was oxygen to my strangled lungs. He was a dose of love injected straight into my heart.

Vinny tugged hard at my hair, sucking at the skin of my neck as it was exposed. He sped his pace, each press against me hitting harder, each withdrawal feeling like the greatest loss. I watched his face as he stiffened. Watched as his mouth fell open, as his eyes clenched shut, as his hips pumped slowly, filling me up.

He hovered over me, both of us drenched with sweat. Lowered his head to my chest, pressed kisses to my breasts. And I wore a smile bigger than I’d ever worn before, knowing he meant it with everything in him when he whispered, “I love you.”

I repeated his words back to him. Pulled him to me and he dropped to my side. He gathered me in his arms, our naked bodies cooling, our breath slowing and our hearts full.

I was wrong to have left him, and I’d never do it again.

This man was all I’d ever need.

15

Jen

When I awoke Monday morning, Vinny’s room was dark. Nothing but the dim light from the streetlamps shining in the windows, lit up the space. I knew exactly where I was: where I was supposed to be. My head on his chest, my body draped over his. His arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe.

I hadn’t felt this in so long, this kind of contentment. This kind of security. Where I wasn’t worried about what was going on or what was going to happen next. It was just me and my love, holding each other tight.

Vinny’s grip on me loosened. His hand smoothed over my back, sliding over my ass and coming to rest between my legs. Our weekend together had helped dispel my fears, and instead of the wariness I’d felt on Saturday night, I felt nothing but a deep-rooted desire.

A hum sounded from Vinny’s throat, a happy, pleased sound, as I lifted my butt and he slid his fingers into my core. “So wet,” he murmured against my head, his fingers curling gently, causing me to gasp. “Did you dream of me?”

Nodding, I lifted my head. A smile twitched at his lips and I slid forward, kissing it right off. “I did,” I whispered against his mouth. “I dreamt you did that thing again.”

“That thing?” He chuckled, and my cheeks flushed in the darkness. “You want me to do it again?”

My body quivered as I nodded. Vinny pressed his mouth to mine, giving one long sweep of his tongue against my own as his fingers worked me up. The loss of him as he pulled back and withdrew was only tempered by the sweet pounding of my heart.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, and my body tingled as I frantically got up. I waited for him, ass in the air, as he slid his naked body out from under me and got out of bed. The mattress dipped behind me, the man kneeling at my back, smoothing hands over my hot and prickly skin.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, pulling back and sitting on his feet. “So wet for me,” he said, running a finger along my slit. “Do you want me to fuck you, my love?”

“Yes,” I breathed, trembling in my place. “Please do.”

I shivered as Vinny leaned forward and licked along my slit. His hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me into his face. My muscles quivered as he fucked me with his tongue. All the embarrassment I felt for asking what I wanted quickly drained out, a fierce orgasm ripping through me and leaving me gasping for breath.

Vinny could read me like an open book, and so often in the past he’d spread open my pages, delving in, finding my secrets and reveling in them. I’d never been attracted to dominant men, yet I loved it when he told me what to do. I’d never dreamed of roleplay with anyone, yet I got soaked from the sound of his voice ordering me around in bed. I never imagined wanting to be touched certain ways, but the mere thought of what he was going to do to me had my body ready to come again.

“Hold still,” Vinny ordered, his voice gruff and I tried to calm my quivering body. He pressed into me, notching the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, pausing with a groan like it hurt him before slamming inside. I whimpered at the intrusion, at the amazing feel of him filling me up, and he paused, smoothing warm hands over my thighs, giving me a moment to get used to his size.