Page 52 of Playing for Love

I kissed her belly button, taking her hips in my hands, letting my fingers plunder the plushness of her ass, lifting her slightly as I lowered my mouth, her skin seeming to get hotter with each lick, the scent of her sex reaching my nose. She would be so wet.

She groaned, holding my head and arching up to meet my mouth as I licked around her pussy, the inside of her thighs, teasing, touching every part of her except that central swollen part, that most sensitive nub hidden in her folds.

“Gabe.” She spoke my name like a prayer, a plea for help. Blood pounded through me and I looked up to see her face, glowing and beautiful in this aroused state. Damn, I hadn’t even touched her yet, hadn’t tested her moisture.

“Do you want an orgasm, Mia?” I darted my tongue inside the folds, finding and flicking the nub with pinpoint accuracy, eliciting a loud tortured moan from her. Heart racing, I slipped her legs over my shoulders and covered her pussy with my mouth, stroking her from top to bottom with my tongue as she writhed and pulsed under me. She was so wet, her juices pouring into my mouth, her plump flesh like forbidden fruit, impossibly sweet. Her clit throbbed and she thrashed as I flicked it with my tongue, circled and flicked her clit faster and faster, not stopping until her thighs closed and her hips rose and she clenched every muscle. She let go my name on a long, insane call as her fingers clutched my hair, holding on for the beautiful shuddering of her entire body.

Wild with the sheer magnificence of her orgasm, I sucked, not letting go until her screams went silent and she whimpered my name. Wild pounding inside me, my cock straining to the edge of what I could stand, my balls tight and needy, I lifted my head and moved up to kiss her face, to let her taste herself on my lips.

“Oh my God, oh my God . . . Gabe. . . what you do to me. . . I want you inside me so much.” She arched her back, thrusting her hips to meet my diamond-hard cock.

“Do I need a condom?” My voice was a rasp, my cock so close to the hot wet opening of her. I hoped to hell she was protected, that I wouldn’t need to move from her.

Shaking her head violently, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me close, our sweaty bodies touching, sliding together.

“No condom. I’m . . . on the pill.” She panted the words, still catching her breath, still high from her orgasm. I didn’t argue, studying her eyes for a beat to be sure. I knew her history. She knew mine. When she reached down and took my cock in her hand, guiding it inside her, I groaned loud, tried to take it slow, gritted my teeth against the excruciating pleasure and maintained control—barely.

She held onto me with her arms and legs as I kissed her and then looked into her eyes while I pushed, as far as I could go, filling her as she took all of me in.

“Oh my God, you feel so amazingly good, so full, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

Her words made my head spin, started a spiraling inside me that I fought to slow as I withdrew, sliding out to the tip and then thrusting back in again. As I repeated the motion, keeping steady as my body trembled, I reached between us with one hand and found her sensitive mound, stroking her with my thumb. I slid in and out, she moved her hips, meeting me, grinding against me, pushing so that I was buried deep inside her.

“Mia—I—” I was losing it. I pounded in and out fast now, she pulled me with her long legs against my back. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled my ears with the pounding of my blood and my heart, my hard breathing and hers.

When she screamed and clenched I let go, felt my muscles go rigid in a final drive, felt the cum rising and then burst from me, spasm after spasm pumping into her, heard the loud guttural release in my throat, as I continued to move, losing everything I had inside her, until the universe stopped and the only thing in existence was the euphoric joining of our bodies.

Holding her tight in my arms, I felt the vibrations in her body subside and my own muscles slacken. I took her with me as I rolled to my side, feeling her breasts smashed against me, the smoothness of her skin against the hair of my chest, her lips under mine as I nibbled, telling her how utterly magnificent she was.

I stayed inside her a long time as we held each other, as she told me how I blew her away, how I was so much better than she’d imagined and she admitted that she had imagined making love with me. She bit her lip with the confession.

“Do you know what a turn-on that is?” I asked. “How sexy you are? How you make me feel every time I see you?”

“Yes. I know. Because I’ve felt the exact same way.” She looked at me, her eyes half lidded in exhaustion and fully satisfied. I stroked a curl of hair from her sweaty face and kissed her.

I could have gone on kissing her, but I pulled back and rested her in the crook of my arm, playing with one of her breasts, stroking lazy circles around the nipple in a mindless gesture of possession and intimacy.

“Do you mind if I go to sleep now?” she asked.

I chuckled. “Not if you don’t mind sleeping in my arms all night.”

“I can’t wait to dream of you again, to wake up with you and remember it wasn’t all a dream,” she said, her eyes drifting closed.

Holding onto her, I refused to think about waking up, instead concentrated on the blissful state of the moment as I drifted off.

* * *

The next morning,I woke first. With a grin like a six-year-old kid finding his long-awaited bike under the Christmas tree, I found Mia in my arms, her perfect pear-shaped rear pressed against my morning hard-on. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her creamy shoulders, the sunshine pouring in the window illuminating her skin and making her look like she was straight from a Thomas Kincaid painting.

When she turned to me, a slow smile woke her face and she kissed me without hesitation. I didn’t need any more prompting to make long sweet love to her then, rocking against her, touching her everywhere, playing fingers over her breasts, her rib cage, her belly button, and her clit most of all.

“Gabe,” she whimpered when I drove her to the precipice and stopped. Chuckling, I rolled to my back and lifted her on top of me, gliding into her juicy pussy, groaning with the world-ending pleasure of her. She rode me, taking over with relish and morning energy, slow and then fast and teasing until I planted my hands on her hips and took back control, making her throw her head back in laughter until she couldn’t breathe with the taut rise of her need and then her release. Slamming her down I raised my hips and groaned loud and long as I pumped into her, the racking ecstasy making me nearly black out with its intensity.

She collapsed, warm and sweaty, and my arms went around her, claiming her as I murmured in her ear, pouring kisses on her. I held her like that for a while, contentment casting a bubble around us and preventing the outside world from having any relevance.

In those moments, I almost found myself telling her I loved her, whispering words of amore. Rash promises had been on the tip of my tongue, but I held back. Years of restraint stopped me now. It was my natural response to hold back with women.

It had been dangerous to even allow myself this much with Mia. And I had no idea where I’d go from here.