Playing to Win

to let go of this, so he swept his tongue around her clit, teasing her with gentle strokes of his finger.
    “Please.” This time, a little less sugary-sweet.
    He flicked his tongue over her plump lips, pulled one into his mouth and sucked it, got a little closer to her clit, but avoided it.
    “Cole.”
    Yeah, she wasn’t sweet at all now. She was desperate, lifting her butt against his face, trying to direct her clit to his mouth. He shoved two fingers inside her and clamped his lips over her clit, using his mouth and tongue to pleasure her, to turn her irritation to pure pleasure.
    She dropped down on her elbows, let out a whimper, and shuddered.
    “Oh, yes. Yes, that’s it. I’m going to come.”
    He laid his tongue over her clit and she let go, shoving her pussy against his face. He gripped her hips and held her while she cried out with her orgasm, licking her gently as she shuddered and trembled. When her muscles finally relaxed, he pressed a kiss to herhipbone and belly, then undid the zipper of his pants and pulled her off the counter. He drew her into his arms for a long kiss before turning her around and bending her over the counter.
    “Stay like that. I’ll be right back.”
    He went into the other room and grabbed a condom, put it on and was inside her in one thrust, holding on to her hips as he stilled for a minute, basking in the feel of her still spasming pussy clenching around him.
    Savannah gasped at the feel of Cole’s cock entering her. Her pussy quivered, then tightened, grasping his shaft and holding on as he began to move inside her.
    These sensations undid her, her skin flushing with heat when he was inside her. It was more than just a “Hey, this feels great” kind of thing. It was an all-encompassing explosion of warmth to her entire body, and the sense of something monumental going on in her mind.
    Which was likely all in her imagination, because as Cole pulled partway out and slid ever so slowly inside her again, she figured this was just really great sex and nothing more. She was just being overly emotional about how great said sex was, and likely because she hadn’t had really good sex in a very long time, and there was no doubt Cole was an expert lover. He was in tune with her body in a way she’d never experienced before, that was all.
    But then he wrapped his arm around her middle to shield her body from the counter. He leaned over her back.
    “Do you know how damn good it feels to be buried inside you like this?” he asked. “Do you know how tight you are, how wet your pussy is?”
    He withdrew, and thrust deep inside her. “You make me want to come hard right now, Peaches. But I want to fuck you all night long, stay connected to you like this for hours. Your body is so sweet, you smell so good, and I love being inside you.”
    Oh, god. She loved the way he talked to her, the deep whisperof his voice sending chills down her spine. He made her tremble inside and out and she bucked back against him, letting him know just how much she enjoyed having his cock inside her.
    He swept her hair away from her neck and licked the side of her throat, flicking his tongue across her earlobe.
    “Do you have any idea how good you smell?” he asked. “Just being around you makes my dick hard, makes me want to get you naked so I can suck your pretty nipples and lick your pussy.”
    He gave her goose bumps when he thrust his cock in deeper, inciting her wild imaginings with the way he talked to her. “You make me come hard when you lick me.”
    “I know. I like watching you let go. You’re so wild and free when you come. It turns me on.”
    He pulled out, turned her around and slid his cock into her, his gaze glued to hers. She held on to the counter while he eased in, then out.
    “I want to watch your face when you come.” He ground against her, rolling his hips to give her maximum pleasure. Her pussy quivered and clamped around him like a vise.
    “Keep doing that and I will.”
    He kept doing that. And she did. The intimacy of meeting his gaze as she climaxed, of seeing his eyes narrow and his jaw tighten as he went with her, was nothing short of a molten volcano of liquid pleasure.
    Out of breath, she fell into his arms, feeling the jackknife rhythm of his heart beating against her chest.
    She was sweating. So was he.
    That had been more than enjoyable. It had been intense. Maybe a little earth shattering.
    And totally wrong.
    When he withdrew, he grinned down at her,