Page 62 of Don't Game Me

“I mean it. Both inside and out.” He resumed kissing his way along her neck while his hand unzipped her jeans and ran his fingers along the seam of her panties. He nudged the fabric aside and stroked right where she ached.

“You’re so wet.” He rubbed slow circles. “It’s for me. This whole weekend it’s only been for me.”

Her head fell back against the wall on a groan. “Only for you.”

His fingers rubbed against her, harder. She cried out, way beyond being embarrassed. She needed this. Needed him and all he had to give. Pressure built, pushing her higher until she was ready to explode.

“I’m going to erase every other guy in your life from your mind, Becca.” His lips moved against the sensitized skin of her neck. “You’re going to come so hard so many times you’ll only think of me.”

She bit her lip against begging him to let her reach one of those promised high points. He was right. She’d never be able to be with a man again without thinking of him.

He curled a finger inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. “Come for me.”

She screamed his name as her mind detonated. Sparkles danced through her vision as pleasure exploded.

Afterward, when she returned to reality, they faced each other for several silent seconds, breathing hard. Her eyes darted to the bedroom, meaningfully. He scooped her off the floor with a smile and stalked into his bedroom. He set her on the edge of the bed.

“I want to see all of you,” he whispered as he stepped away.

She dragged off her jeans and the lacy underwear. Then came the T-shirt and bra. She lay on the bed. “Your turn.”

He kicked off his shoes. The dress shirt and pants hit the floor within seconds. He caught one of her feet to kiss and lick his way up her leg. When he got between her legs, he paused. His eyebrows lifted in silent question.

She held her breath and nodded.

He gave one long, hard lick. She bucked at the sensation and cried his name. A few torturous licks later, her fingernails dug into his scalp.

“I assume that’s a keep going and not a cry for me to stop,” he mumbled as he licked once more.

She moaned encouragement.

“Might need clarification.” He licked again.

She arched toward him. “Please…it’s good. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never get tired of you saying that.” He slid his palms up her sides and buried his face in her soft belly.

“You’re stopping. I need you.”

“Baby, I’m trying to get control down here.”

“No control. Out of control works.” She wriggled to get him in motion.

“God, Becca…” He grabbed a condom from his drawer.

She grabbed it out of his hand and ripped it open. He groaned as she rolled it on. “No slowing down.”

He rolled over, ending with her on top, straddling his hips. “You in a hurry?”

“Yes.” She slid her hands over his smooth skin, delighting in the perspiration she’d caused. She traced the stylized tattoo over his shoulder, leaned in, and sucked on it once more.

“You’re killing me here.” He didn’t break eye contact as he slid his hands under her bottom and eased himself to her entrance. “Your call now.”

She threw her head back and took him in one stroke. His eyes closed on a long moan. She laced her fingers with his and led a slow pace, adjusting to him. Then she increased the tempo.

“Oh God… I need more, baby. Can you take more?” He pulled her head to his and kissed her deeply.

“More sounds good.”