Beautiful Player
Page 35
I bent forward and asked, “Is it my turn now?” into the soft skin of her neck.
With a trembling breath, she whispered, “Yes, please.”
“Do you want my hands?” I asked. “Or do you want something else?”
She let out a little nervous laugh. “I’m not really ready for more, but . . . I don’t think hands work on me.”
I leaned back enough to give her my most skeptical look, unbuttoning the top button of her jeans and just daring her to stop me.
She didn’t.
“I just mean I don’t know if I can get off with fingers, like, just inside,” she clarified.
“Well, of course you can’t get off just with fingers inside. Your clit isn’t inside.” I slid my hand beneath her cotton underwear and froze at the sensation of soft, bare skin. “Uh, Hanna? I did not peg you as a waxer.”
She wiggled a little, embarrassed. “Chloe was talking about it. I was curious. . . .”
I slipped a finger between her lips—holy f**k, she was drenched. “Jesus Christ,” I groaned.
“I like it,” she admitted, her mouth pressed against my neck. “I like how it feels.”
“Are you f**king kidding? You’re so f**king soft; I want to lick up and down every part of this.”
“Will . . .”
“I’d have my mouth on you in two seconds if we weren’t in some random guy’s bedroom.”
She shivered under my touch, letting out a quiet moan. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined that.”
Holy hell. I felt myself lengthen between us again, already. “I think you’d melt like sugar on my tongue. What do you think?”
She laughed a little, holding on to my shoulders. “I think I’m melting now.”
“I think you are. I think you’re going to melt all over my f**king hand and I’ll lick it off after. Are you loud, little Plum? When you come are you wild?”
A tiny choking sound escaped before she whispered, “By myself I’m not loud.”
Fuck. That’s what I wanted to hear. I could build fantasies for a decade just thinking about Hanna, legs spread on her couch or while she was lying in the middle of her bed, touching herself.
“By yourself, what do you do? Just the clit?”
“Yeah.”
“With a toy or . . . ?”
“Sometimes.”
“I bet I can make you come like this,” I said, and slid two fingers carefully inside, feeling her squeeze me. I brushed my nose against hers. “Tell me. Do you like my fingers here? Fucking you?”
“Will . . . you’re so dirty.”
I laughed, nibbling at her jaw. “I think you like dirty.”
“I think I’d like your dirty mouth between my legs,” she said softly.
I groaned, moved my hand faster and harder into her.
“Do you think about it?” she asked. “Kissing me there?”
“I have,” I admitted. “I think about it and wonder if I’d ever come up for air.”
So wet. She was wiggling all over my hand, making these little desperate sounds I wanted to eat. I pulled my fingers out, ignoring her angry little growl, and with them painted a wet line up her chin and across her lips, following almost immediately with my tongue, covering her mouth with mine.
Fuuuck.
She tasted all woman, soft and heady, and her tongue was still sticky sweet from her girly drink. She tasted like plum, ripe and soft and small in my mouth, and I felt like a f**king king when she begged me to touch her more, again, please Will I was close.
Returning to her, I shoved her pants and underwear all the way down her legs, waiting as she stepped out of them. She was completely naked and my arms were shaking with the need to slide inside her perfect, warm heat.
She reached for my wrist, pulling my hand back between her legs.
“Greedy girl.”
Her eyes went wide, embarrassed. “I just—”
“Shh.” I quieted her with my mouth on hers, sucking on her lip and licking her sweet tongue. Pulling back, I whispered, “I like it. I want to make you explode.”
“I will.” She jerked in my hand when I slid my fingers between her legs and over her clit. “I’ve never felt this.”
“So wet.”
Her mouth opened in a sharp gasp when I slid my fingers back inside her. She stared at my lips, my eyes, my every reaction. I loved that she was so curious she couldn’t even look away.
“Do me a favor,” I asked. She nodded. “When you’re close, tell me. I’ll know, but give me the words.”
With a trembling breath, she whispered, “Yes, please.”
“Do you want my hands?” I asked. “Or do you want something else?”
She let out a little nervous laugh. “I’m not really ready for more, but . . . I don’t think hands work on me.”
I leaned back enough to give her my most skeptical look, unbuttoning the top button of her jeans and just daring her to stop me.
She didn’t.
“I just mean I don’t know if I can get off with fingers, like, just inside,” she clarified.
“Well, of course you can’t get off just with fingers inside. Your clit isn’t inside.” I slid my hand beneath her cotton underwear and froze at the sensation of soft, bare skin. “Uh, Hanna? I did not peg you as a waxer.”
She wiggled a little, embarrassed. “Chloe was talking about it. I was curious. . . .”
I slipped a finger between her lips—holy f**k, she was drenched. “Jesus Christ,” I groaned.
“I like it,” she admitted, her mouth pressed against my neck. “I like how it feels.”
“Are you f**king kidding? You’re so f**king soft; I want to lick up and down every part of this.”
“Will . . .”
“I’d have my mouth on you in two seconds if we weren’t in some random guy’s bedroom.”
She shivered under my touch, letting out a quiet moan. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined that.”
Holy hell. I felt myself lengthen between us again, already. “I think you’d melt like sugar on my tongue. What do you think?”
She laughed a little, holding on to my shoulders. “I think I’m melting now.”
“I think you are. I think you’re going to melt all over my f**king hand and I’ll lick it off after. Are you loud, little Plum? When you come are you wild?”
A tiny choking sound escaped before she whispered, “By myself I’m not loud.”
Fuck. That’s what I wanted to hear. I could build fantasies for a decade just thinking about Hanna, legs spread on her couch or while she was lying in the middle of her bed, touching herself.
“By yourself, what do you do? Just the clit?”
“Yeah.”
“With a toy or . . . ?”
“Sometimes.”
“I bet I can make you come like this,” I said, and slid two fingers carefully inside, feeling her squeeze me. I brushed my nose against hers. “Tell me. Do you like my fingers here? Fucking you?”
“Will . . . you’re so dirty.”
I laughed, nibbling at her jaw. “I think you like dirty.”
“I think I’d like your dirty mouth between my legs,” she said softly.
I groaned, moved my hand faster and harder into her.
“Do you think about it?” she asked. “Kissing me there?”
“I have,” I admitted. “I think about it and wonder if I’d ever come up for air.”
So wet. She was wiggling all over my hand, making these little desperate sounds I wanted to eat. I pulled my fingers out, ignoring her angry little growl, and with them painted a wet line up her chin and across her lips, following almost immediately with my tongue, covering her mouth with mine.
Fuuuck.
She tasted all woman, soft and heady, and her tongue was still sticky sweet from her girly drink. She tasted like plum, ripe and soft and small in my mouth, and I felt like a f**king king when she begged me to touch her more, again, please Will I was close.
Returning to her, I shoved her pants and underwear all the way down her legs, waiting as she stepped out of them. She was completely naked and my arms were shaking with the need to slide inside her perfect, warm heat.
She reached for my wrist, pulling my hand back between her legs.
“Greedy girl.”
Her eyes went wide, embarrassed. “I just—”
“Shh.” I quieted her with my mouth on hers, sucking on her lip and licking her sweet tongue. Pulling back, I whispered, “I like it. I want to make you explode.”
“I will.” She jerked in my hand when I slid my fingers between her legs and over her clit. “I’ve never felt this.”
“So wet.”
Her mouth opened in a sharp gasp when I slid my fingers back inside her. She stared at my lips, my eyes, my every reaction. I loved that she was so curious she couldn’t even look away.
“Do me a favor,” I asked. She nodded. “When you’re close, tell me. I’ll know, but give me the words.”
