Page 112 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)

He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and I returned the intense, voluptuous gesture, tangling my tongue with his.

My hands slid along his arms, tracing the muscles that stood out in sharp relief and the many visible veins.

His hand went the other way, moving down my stomach until he reached my mound.

He touched my clit, rubbing it slowly with two fingers.

We were supposed to talk…talk and…instead I began to move my own pelvis in rhythm with his movements, a slow, shy swaying back and forth.

My hands climbed up again until they reached his broad shoulders while his fingers stroked my labia, soft and wet, before finally invading that quivering place that was so ready to welcome him in.

I made an indecipherable noise, and he smiled, adopting with his fingers the same exhausting rhythm as his tongue.

My legs began to tremble unmistakably and Neil stroked my thighs, urging me to calm down. We didn’t speak, but suddenly, all his gestures became perfectly clear and easily readable for me.

I was still waiting, though, for the moment when he would finally shed his fears and offer me his soul as well as his body.

The moment when he would willingly expose his weaknesses to me, trusting that I would take care of him.

But seeing him there, hovering over me with his gleaming eyes and his hungry mouth, his energetic tongue and his fine, strong fingers, it was still such a shocking, incomparable experience that it drew such intense emotions out of me.

My eyes filled with strange tears. I wanted to cry because it felt so good and because I couldn’t control it and because it made such a victim of me.

My back bowed again when his fingers sank into me until his knuckles were flush with my labia.

Then, he began moving them so rapidly that my vision went fuzzy.

I saw sprays of color, waves of it like paint splashes.

I heard a jumble of sounds, and my body became a shapeless puddle as involuntary convulsions rocked me through the wave of my orgasm.

“Mmm…” was the only comment I could offer as my eyes slowly opened to catch his.

We stared at each other from a negligible distance.

Both of us were visibly panting and an innocent smile turned up the corners of my mouth.

I stroked the curves of his perfect body and Neil allowed me to touch him, his eyes predatory and voracious as he watched me.

I kissed along his jaw to his throat when I inhaled the good smell of his skin.

As I did so, my hands sank down to rub his firm glutes, and with my index finger, I traced the central furrow between them.

His lips parted to let out a low, guttural gasp, and I smiled in surprise because it was so rare to hear his pleasure.

I worshipped him with my touch and thought that perhaps he was right after all: there was a silent language through which much could be communicated without ever using words.

“You have a perfect body,” I praised him, but he pretended he couldn’t hear me and rested his forehead against mine, breathing me in.

I hooked my fingertips under the sodden elastic of his boxers and pulled them down slowly, immediately assisted by Neil, who tossed them aside. He was now completely naked.

I couldn’t see him, but I could feel it. I felt it with every part of me, and soon, I would feel him inside me.

Neil shut his eyes, rocking slowly in a regular yet sensual rhythm. His stiff member slid back and forth over my cleft, readying my body, though I was already quivering at the prospect of fully abandoning myself to lust.

Then, his cheeks became tinged with red as though he were embarrassed and his fingers dug into the base of my spine. Mr. Disaster opened his eyes, turning that penetrating golden stare on me, and I felt unsettled in a way I hadn’t before.

He adjusted his pelvis and used one hand to guide his erection where he wanted—where we both wanted—it to go.

“You said you wanted something from me…” he said in a faint whisper as he pushed gently inside me, invading me. I gritted my teeth against his size, which he was very cognizant of, so he stopped and looked into my eyes.

I read an implicit concern in those eyes; never had he looked at me so seriously or so courteously. I realized that there was an entire universe in his eyes, a universe I could only admire, where I had not yet been able to find the answers to my questions.

We stared at each other as though time had stopped, our breath suspended in the air, our lips drawn close together in anticipation. With decisive, sultry movements, he applied the lightest pressure from his hips, and I let out deep moan as he bottomed out inside of me.

I thought it magnificent, how my body united with his. I could feel everything about him: his mind, his emotions, his heartbeat racing faster and faster. I hoped he wouldn’t notice how I was blushing, but Neil looked at me again with those big, intense, serious eyes and I knew that he’d seen it.

He pressed his cheek against my temple and began to move, rocking back and forth with deep, decisive strokes. He pulled back without ever coming completely out of me and pushed powerfully back inside, his chest colliding with my breasts.

After a few moments, his thrusting sped up and all of my muscles tensed.

My hand ended up clinging to his glutes, which contracted with each thrust. His breathing got uneven as he kissed me, swallowing my every sound as his tongue tangled with mine.

Abruptly, he looked down at me, and I could see an atypical confusion on his face.

Then, he instinctively lifted up his torso and got to his knees, taking me by the hips. He began to move more forcefully and lifted my pelvis so he could drive himself deeper. His rough, savage side took over, and I arched back into him, startled by the shocking carnality of it.

My lips parted to emit a visceral scream but Neil hovered over me and kissed me again, stealing my breath.

It was a liberating, powerful…passionate kiss.

His hands on my hips had turned into a possessive clutch, and I looked at him in bewilderment.

“Neil…” I murmured, unable to speak properly while he continued to plunge into me, emitting small, low masculine sighs that gave me goosebumps.

“Be quiet, Babygirl.” He growled it, like a big, ravenous cat, and the rough sound of his voice was enough to make me peak. My muscles locked up too quickly, I lost control of myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and yanked on his hair, letting my euphoria explode around him like a volcano’s eruption.

My channel sucked him in deeper, energetically, convulsively. My pelvic muscles contracted and dilated at the mercy of sublime sensations that moved freely across my body. It was an intense, heart-wrenching, indelible moment.

I shook beneath him and his hips gave me the briefest reprieve. Neil glanced at me, maybe expecting he’d have to immediately address complaints because this coupling had been quick, brutal, and not at all gentle.

In that moment of hesitation, his gaze fell to the place where our bodies were joined. Then he leaned on his elbows and looked back up at my face.

“Yes, you are truly a Babygirl…” he whispered, delighted by how I hadn’t yet learned to control my emotional and physical reactions to these sensations.

But even though I’d come almost immediately, Neil had every intention of starting again and continuing relentlessly.

For eternity, it felt like. I blushed and my shoulders shook as I breathed in deep in my chest. Then he pressed his hips flush against me again, signaling the end of our little pause.

I dug my nails into his back flesh and absorbed the fierce, powerful strokes that marked me again as belonging to him.

My brow furrowed and I caught my lower lip between my teeth as I began to feel a slight ache in my lower abdomen that I couldn’t seem to ease.

Neil was forceful, huge, and overpowering while I was small, slim, and delicate. Sex with him was always a mixture of pleasure and pain because of his stamina and ability. He overwhelmed me, he took possession of me, he penetrated me deeply until I had submitted fully to the power of his body.

There were many women who would have envied me and wanted his body mounting them instead.

They would have wanted to kiss his full, pink lips and lick his wet, glistening tanned skin.

They would have wanted his lewd touch and his filthy tongue.

And there I was, feeling like something made of glass in the hands of this godlike creature, imbued with superhuman strength and energy.

As he kept moving, his eyes were stuck on mine, like he was afraid of losing me. His elbows still supported his considerable frame and his hands stroked my hair. Neither of us uttered so much as a word, only our moans floated out around us while I became lost in his stare.

“N-Neil…” I stammered because my ragged breathing wouldn’t let me get words out correctly. He grinned into the bend of my neck and licked the skin there, tasting my sweat. I was sweating all over. In fact, I felt like I was aflame.

“I like it when you can’t talk,” he noted mischievously as my legs tightened around him.

Our faces and chests were so close together that I could feel his heartbeat chasing mine.

All the sensations were amplified; I could smell his skin and his breath, it was so intense that it made me sad.

Because this sex would change nothing for Neil.

I would still mean nothing to him, and I would still be leaving.

In a week.

Then, Neil redoubled his efforts, raising himself up on his forearms and penetrating me more forcefully. I stared at the inverted triangle of his hips slamming into me, the tattoo on his left hip, his abs contracting, his chest flushed with effort.