Page 52 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)

“Use me like I’m your Neverland,” I whispered again as I continued to traverse her skin, which was like velvet underneath my fingertips. Selene watched my mouth, and her breathing sped up. I could feel her heart beating faster with each passing second.

“Neverland doesn’t exist,” she said shakily, and her eyes filled up with tears, just like the time I’d bent her over her desk and urged her to watch us in the mirror.

I reached for the knot in her towel then and looked at her.

“I’ll show you that it does.”

I freed the ends of the towel and let it fall to floor, revealing her naked body.

I took a long moment to admire the sinuous shape of her, her firm little breasts, her flat, defined stomach, her long legs pressed together out of sheer embarrassment and her…

her pretty pussy, pink and soft. Selene blushed violently under my probing gaze and stared at a random point over my shoulder.

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself,” she said softly.

I didn’t respond. I wanted her, and everything in me was completely fixated on that place between her thighs.

There was no need for her to be embarrassed; she was just perfect. Perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life, and I had seen a lot of women before her. I didn’t tell her that, though, and I didn’t reassure her, either.

I did absolutely nothing to chase away her shyness.

“Where do you want my lips, Tinkerbell?” I whispered, enclosing her hips in my hands. She gasped and went stiff in my arms, her forehead wrinkling up like she couldn’t understand any of this. She was awfully adorable when she made certain faces.

“Where do you want my lips?” I asked again, more slowly this time, bringing my mouth closer to hers in an attempt to deepen the trance.

Then I abruptly grabbed her high ponytail with one hand and used the other to palm her breast, sliding my knee in between her thighs as I did so.

That finally roused her from her confusion, so I also ground my erection into her hip to make her feel how much I wanted her and how hard I’d gotten for her.

Only for her.

“What are you doing?” She stood stock-still and her body trembled, and I realized that I’d exposed the animal that I was too quickly. I’d spooked her.

She was on edge now, and I had to fix it.

I made small movements with my knee between her legs, hoping to help her relax so I could hit that sweet spot that I knew would please her.

I hooked one finger under her hair band and undid her ponytail, careful not to hurt her.

Selene stared up at me like I was her mortal enemy but also the one man in world she could never resist, and I had every intention of taking full advantage of that conflict.

I was confident that she liked me. I could tell that I had an effect on her, and I knew that the attraction, the goddamned chemistry that drew us together, was mutual.

I kissed her throat and used my left hand to knead her breast. My thumb slowly massaged the nipple, which was already hard as a gemstone, while my leg continued to grind between her thighs.

Completely nude, Babygirl stood motionless, clinging to the clothes that I was just about to peel off my own body.

I heard a soft moan and knew that she was about to lose control.

I abandoned her breast and snaked my hand down her stomach until I reached her mons.

I pulled my knee away and slid my index finger over her slit.

I could feel her arousal on my fingertip.

Like the son of a bitch that I was, I grinned into the crook of her neck, because there she was: naked and wet for me, just the way I’d wanted her.

“Is this where you want my lips?” I pressed my index finger against her flesh, still not penetrating her. Selene grabbed my wrist, and I couldn’t tell whether she meant to stop me or urge me on.

It was unusual for me to make this kind of offer to a woman. I was bullheaded on the subject of oral sex: I loved getting it, but I did not enjoy giving it. Selene would be one of a lucky few.

I looked at her, and she met my eyes furiously.

She hated me in that moment, because I was stoking desires in her that she had tried so hard to disavow.

I grinned diabolically at her and used her hips to turn her around until her back was pressed up against my chest. I wanted to taste her—a sick yearning that I’d never experienced before.

I pressed my pelvis against her ass and insinuated myself between her glutes. I wanted to get out of my jeans and feel her skin to skin, but I needed to be patient and give Babygirl the pleasure she needed first.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” She glared at me through the mirror.

It was no accident that I had turned her around: I wanted to see the ecstatic expressions I was going to put on her face.

And I wanted her to watch herself being pleasured.

I wanted her to know just how much she enjoyed being used by me.

Only by me.

Her hands tightened on the edge of the sink, and I pushed her hair over one shoulder, still pushing myself against her.

“I’ll show you.” I lifted one corner of my mouth, and the starter pistol went off in my head, signaling the beginning of what would be, by my standards, quite a romantic interlude.

I started by using my tongue to gather the water that had beaded up on her bare shoulders, anchoring her in place by her hips while I did so.

The knowledge that she was watching me in the mirror’s reflection was unbearably exciting.

I continued licking her, tracing the line of her backbone down the path that would lead me straight to my Neverland.

I ran my lips over every inch of her perfumed skin.

I pressed my thumbs into the dimples at the base of her spine, and for one perverse moment, I imagined doing what that dumbass Xavier had thought he’d do to her.

After kissing my way to the bottom of her spine, I knelt down behind her, putting her incredible ass at eye level.

She was completely exposed to my greedy eyes, and I stared at the juicy peach between her legs.

It was slightly parted, as though just waiting to welcome me in.

I slapped her ass cheek and bit it immediately after, making her jerk.

Selene gripped the marble sink even harder and I smiled. She was right to hold on, because I was about to destroy her completely.

“Neil,” she murmured, like she was going to beg me to stop, but I knew she wanted me to keep going instead.

“Shh, Tinkerbell, get ready to fly with me.” I slowly rubbed her ass, which was, in my opinion, perfect. Round, high, porcelain, and completely at my mercy.

I spread her ass open and brought my face to the crease down the center so I could lick her there. Selene started when she felt my hot tongue gliding from her sphincter to her soft, sopping cunt. I sank my tongue into her, and she gasped again at the sudden intrusion.

“Ne…il,” she groaned, dragging out the final letters of my name and collapsing onto her elbows. And to think, I had barely even started the torture…

I pulled my tongue away before she fell over the edge. I wanted her out of her mind.

Incidentally, Selene was apparently acutely sensitive in that area, which she demonstrated as I began caressing her from top to bottom with the tip of my tongue.

I paused every now and then to kiss her inner thighs, and my stubble created just the right amount of friction—judging by the shivers that shot down her legs.

“Neil!” she called my name again and arched her back. I smiled and said nothing because just wanted to feel her come. I pushed my tongue into her more firmly and Babygirl rocked her hips on my mouth the way I imagined she would if she were to ride my face.

I licked and sucked her relentlessly, and she screamed just like I wanted. My male ego rejoiced and my hard-on leaped, straining against the closure of my jeans. I hastily undid the button and unzipped to give myself some relief.

“I need to learn what you like and how you like it. I want to get to know you my way,” I said before plunging back in and stimulating her with my tongue.

I helped myself out by inserting my index finger into her heat, and the quivering of her pelvis let me know that I was driving her wild.

I paid close attention to all her reactions so I could memorize what provoked the most enthusiasm from her; because sex was not one size fits all.

A woman had her preferences, just like I had mine.

“Keep going,” she panted. I was surrounded by her: the sound of her moans, her scent, her divine flavor that hit me like a drug, the trembling in her legs, the arousal that coated my tongue as I drank in her lust. I had never felt so disconnected from the real world as I did in that moment.

I continued battering her with firm, intense strokes of my tongue. Then, I dove inside her again and again, to that secret place that I had been the very first to access.

As I worked, Selene fell deeper and deeper under my profane spell. I could feel her frenetic breaths, her desire barreling forward unstoppably: she was about to come.

I stopped just before she could reach orgasm and gave her a slap on the ass, leaving behind the pink outline of my fingers. I pulled back from her sex and got slowly back to my feet.

I wanted to fuck her and watch as she screamed with pleasure. I wanted to revel in her every excited expression. I wanted to pound her into a stupor and watch the whole thing.

“Did you enjoy that preview?” I turned my eyes to the mirror.

The glass had fogged up slightly, and her image was blurry but Selene still looked unrecognizable to me.

Her tousled hair, parted lips, reddened cheeks, and eyes hazy with pure lust made her look like something wild.

It was sexy as hell. I licked my lower lip, lapping up her juices, and she blushed in embarrassment.

Her taste in my mouth was magnificent