Page 162 of The Play Maker

I run my fingers along the edge, and her breath catches.

I pause for a second, wondering if she wants to stop, but she signals for me to keep going. I peel her leggings down slowly, revealing white cotton panties stretched snug across curves that make my mouth water.

She buries her face in her hands, and lets out a soft groan. It’s the most goddamn adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

“Don’t hide from me,” I tell her, slowly peeling her hands away so she’s looking at me. “You’re beautiful, Mais. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful before in my life.”

Her lashes flutter as she looks up. “I’m nervous,” she admits.

My lips curve into a slow smile, and I rub my thumb along the edge of her thigh. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

She flushes deeper, and my cock throbs against my zipper. Her breath shudders out, but she spreads her legs for me slowly.

I lean back for a second, just to take her in. The soft swell of her stomach, the curve of her thighs, the way her cheeks are pink and her chest is rising fast. Every inch of her makes me fucking ache.

My hands slide over her hips, running over the soft skin of her stomach, feeling the faint ridges under my palms.

She goes stiff. “Don’t,” she whispers, her eyes darting away. “Don’t look at those. They’re… ugly.”

I freeze, because… what the hell? My chest actually aches hearing that. “Ugly?” I shake my head, leaning down before she can argue. “Maisie…” I kiss one, then another. “These are so fucking beautiful.”

She lets out a shaky breath, like she doesn’t buy it.

I glance up at her. “God, baby… you have no idea what you do to me.” Another kiss, lower this time. “I love every inch of you. Every single one.”

Her breath hitches, and I feel her start to relax under me, her eyes softening.

I smile against her skin because she’s letting me in and I press another kiss to her belly. “You’re perfect to me,” I whisper against her skin.

I settle between her thighs, kissing the inside of one, then the other, tracing lazy paths with my mouth. She shivers underneath me, and I lick my lips, my tongue tracing slow lines up her skin, inching closer to where I want to be.

I press a kiss to the softest spot, right at her center, through the cotton and she lets out the sweetest gasp.

I groan against her soaked panties, and hook my fingers under them, sliding them down, slow as hell, revealing her pussy glistening with arousal. She’s so wet she’s shining and I’m dying for a taste.

I tug her panties off and press a soft kiss to her pussy which she gasps at.

“What… what are you doing?” she asks, breathlessly.

“Getting you ready for me,” I murmur, licking slowly up her slit. “I need you wet and relaxed if you’re going to take my cock inside this pretty pussy.”

She moans, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in the sounds she makes.

“You gonna let me make you feel good?” I hum against her, flicking the tip of my tongue right over her sensitive clit. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” she moans, tipping her head back as I devour her pussy.

“Goddamn,” I grunt against her skin. “You taste so sweet.” I wrap my lips around her clit sucking as I push my finger inside her slick warmth, feeling her flutter tight around me.

She trembles, rocking her hips, and I dive deeper, soaking in every moan, every shiver.

I lift my head when she moans loudly, my eyes dark with need. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

She shakes her head, letting out a soft whimper that makes my cock twitch in my sweatpants. “Don’t stop.”

Grinning, I run my fingers along her slit. “God, you’re so wet for me.”

She bites her lip but a moan escapes her anyway. Her hips jerk, her thick, gorgeous thighs clench around my head, and I groan into her. My tongue circles her clit and I lap at her until her fingers claw at my scalp.