Page 54 of The Games We Play

I move to the end of the bed and reach for her foot. Her toes are a pretty pink, like her sweater, and her skin is just as soft.

“I didn’t shave my legs,” she blurts. “I mean, since the accident. And I didn’t know you were going to—”

“Little chick. It’s cute you care, but I don’t. I’m a hairy fucker. Don’t go in for all that manscaping bullshit. You want to wax or whatever, be my guest. You want to rock a full seventies bush, it’s cool. Body hair doesn’t affect how we have sex. Now, you got any more hang-ups about irrelevant shit, or are you going to let me eat out your pussy?”

Her gaze holds mine for a minute. “Sometimes I wonder if you might be too much for me.”

I glance down at her narrow hips and dark pubes, then back to her expectant face. “You want to find out?”

With my eyes on her, she blushes, then nods.

I crawl up her body, kissing my way as I go, and her hands thread into my hair again. “I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she says.

“My goal is to make it feel even better. Are you on the pill?”

She shakes her head. “No. But I’d consider it.”

“We’ll fix that if you want to. Get tested and shit,” I say, and then I kiss her. It’s not just a kiss. It’s a fall. A steady tumble into her. Her body fits perfectly beneath mine. I’m taking the weight on my elbows so I don’t crush her.

Her hand slides down my back; my skin breaks out into goose bumps. I suddenly don’t know who I am. Usually I dominate. But right here, with her, in the afternoon sunlight, I don’t want to.

Right now, there is nothing I want more than to be her sexual equal.

I run my thumb over her nipple before letting my hand drift between her legs, and she’s already soaked. It’s no use. I can’t wait any longer. I settle my face between her thighs and lick her, one long swoop from slit to clit. Her back arches off the bed as she gasps.

“Fucking love how responsive you are,” I say, before repeating the action. Tugging on the narrow strip of hair, I flick her clit with my tongue. She tries to move away but can’t. My grip on her is too firm as I kiss her pussy, then suck her clit into my mouth.

I fucking lick her clean like I would a spoonful of peanut butter, my tongue deep inside her. When I reach for her nipple and pinch it between my fingers, she convulses, letting go of any inhibitions as she comes on my tongue.

“Spark,” she cries as she pulses around me.

And the sound of my name on her lips is my undoing.

I kneel and grab a condom from the side drawer.

As I’m putting it on, I look into eyes that hold so much fucking trust that I don’t think I deserve it. “I can’t wait, Iris. I need to know how you feel around me.”

“Be gentle,” she urges.

Me. A fucking trained killer.Be gentle.

If those two words had come out of anybody else’s mouth, I would have ignored them.

I lie between her legs, legs she spreads wide around me, and try to ease into her. She’s soaked but so tight I struggle to get more than the tip in. I edge out before nudging my way back in again. She’s tensing, I can tell. Without thinking, I pull out and flip us so I’m on my back. Gripping the back of her head, I tug her to me so I can kiss her again. “You nervous, little chick?”

Her eyes are wide as saucers. “You’re huge,” she says again.

“Thank you.”

She laughs nervously. “You know what I mean. I’m worried it’s going to hurt.”

I slide my other hand down her back, soothing her. “Ride me then. Get used to me. You can take it as fast or as slow as you want. I just want to feel that pussy sliding over my dick.” And I pray I don’t nut inside her too soon, because I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day she looked up at me on that porch of hers.

I kiss her again. Deep and slow. None of this is usually my speed. I don’t feel in control at all. And I’m about to let her set the pace. It’s confusing as fuck. But it’s what she needs.

And I need her.

She reaches between us before standing my dick up. I twitch at her touch.