Playing to Win

over it.
    “You’re killing me, Peaches,” he said, and she hummed as she took him deep into her mouth again, then reached underneath to cradle his ball sac, giving them a gentle squeeze as she began to move her mouth back and forth over him.
    “Yeah, like that,” he said, using his hand to guide her movements. “Suck me harder.”
    She loved when his voice got rough, when he gave her those commands that told her what he liked. It made her pussy quiver, her nipples tighten, just as his balls tightened into hard knots in her hand. She squeezed them again, and took his cock deep into the back of her throat, using her other hand to stroke him as she sucked him.
    “Oh, fuck, that’s going to make me come. Harder,” he said.
    She did, giving him the suction he needed. And when he thrust deep into her mouth and came, she milked him, swallowing his come and holding on to him while he rocked against her lips, shaking with the force of his climax.
    He leaned against the wall for support and she licked the last of his come from the tip of his cock, then rose and kissed him as he had kissed her. He pushed her against the wall and devoured her lips, licking at her tongue until her legs were weak and her clit trembled with need.
    They both washed, and Cole turned the shower off. They climbed out and towel dried, then Cole took her to bed.
    “I hope you’re not too tired, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
    She smiled at him and rolled over, spreading her legs. “I’m not too tired.”
    “Good. But you’re facing the wrong way.” He threw a pillow inthe middle of the bed. “Get on top of that. I want you from behind.”
    Swells of desire and anticipation filled her as she positioned herself on her belly on top of the pillow. She heard Cole tear open the condom wrapper, and then he was on top of her, inside her, and she raised up, pushing back against him as her pussy latched on to his cock.
    “Fuck. That’s good,” he said, settling on top of her to lick the side of her neck.
    He reached underneath her to rub her clit.
    “I’m going to make you come again, Peaches. Then I’m going to come inside you. Hard.”
    She shivered as he thrust deep, then pulled out only to power inside her again, each time strumming her clit with unbearable sweetness. She was rolling toward another orgasm, he was slamming her deep into the mattress, and she wanted it to last.
    “Harder,” she said, pushing his hand away to rub her own clit. “Grab my hips and give it to me harder.”
    He pulled her up onto her knees so she’d have better access to make herself come, and so he could hold on to her and push deeper inside her. And when he thrust, she cried out, chills breaking out on her body. This connection between them was intense, nearly unbearable. And when he grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, it only intensified her pleasure.
    “You’re mine, Savannah.” He plunged deep.
    Oh, God. “Yes.”
    “Mine.” Harder this time.
    “Yes.”
    When she shattered, she screamed. Cole dug his fingers into her hips and buried himself inside her, yelling as he came with a series of quick thrusts.
    She collapsed onto the bed and he went with her, falling next to her.
    She was certain she couldn’t breathe, at least not for a full minute. When she could, she rolled to her side and swiped her hair away from her face so she could look at Cole.
    His eyes were open—or at least partially open.
    “I’m convinced you’re trying to kill me.”
    She laughed. “I’m not sure who’s trying to kill who.”
    He left only long enough to get rid of the condom, then came back, pulled the covers down and pushed the pillows up on the bed, dragging her against his chest.
    “You’re like no one I’ve ever known, Peaches.”
    She drew circles over his chest. “I suppose that’s a compliment.”
    He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “It means you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You’re special to me in ways I can’t explain.”
    She shuddered, so pleased by the compliment.
    The two of them lay there quietly for a while. She was content to listen to the sound of his heart beating. Just being there with him was enough for her.
    “What would you think about the two of us moving in together?”
    She shot up in bed. “What?”
    His lips lifted. “You heard me.”
    “Where did this come from?”
    “It’s something I’ve been thinking about.”
    She grinned. “Really?”
    “Yeah.”
    “And why have you been