Beautiful Player
Page 55
“I know. You’re perfect,” I told her. “You like watching?”
She nodded.
“Why, Plum? Why do you watch everything I do?”
She hesitated, holding back some truth in a little swallow. “You know how to . . .” She let the words trail away, ending the thought with a one-shouldered shrug.
“You mean you like to watch me because I know how to make you come?”
She nodded again, eyes widening as I pulled at her panties, sliding them down over her hips.
“You can make yourself come with your hand. Do you watch your hand when you touch yourself?”
“No.”
I pulled her underwear the rest of the way down her legs, tossing them behind me and onto the floor before returning to the stretch of mattress between her spread legs.
“You have a vibrator?”
She nodded, eyes dazed.
“That can make you come. Does looking at your vibrator make you this wet?” I dipped a finger inside, raising myself up and over her again, slipping the same fingertip into her mouth. She moaned, sucking hard and pulling me closer to kiss her instead. Her lips tasted like sex and heat and, f**k, I wanted to taste her directly. “Is it because you like watching me do this to you?”
“Will . . .”
“Don’t go shy on me now.” I kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip. “Are you being a little engineer, watching the mechanics of how a man would lick your pu**y? Or is it the image of my mouth doing it?”
She ran her hands down my chest and wrapped them around my c**k through my boxers, giving me a slow, hard squeeze. “I like watching you.”
Groaning, I managed to say, “I like when you watch me. I can’t think straight when you have those crazy gray eyes on me.”
“Please . . .”
“Now let go so you can watch my mouth.”
“Will,” she said, voice shaking.
“Yeah?”
“After this? Please don’t break me.”
I paused, searching her expression. She’d sounded scared, but her face was only hunger.
“I won’t,” I said, kissing down her neck, over her br**sts, sucking, nipping. I moved farther down her body, and her thighs shook as I pushed them apart, blowing a soft stream of air across her heated flesh.
She propped herself up on her elbows again, and I gave her one more smile before dipping my head and opening my mouth over her sweet slide of skin. My eyes rolled closed at the heat of her, and I groaned, sucking gently.
With a shaky cry, her head fell back, hips arching from the bed. “Oh God.”
I smiled into her, licking up one side and down the other before covering her clit with my tongue, circling over and over and over.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I added my fingers, sliding them lower to where she was wettest and sweetest, and the heavy drag of my touch as I pushed two fingers into her caused her to fall back, reach blindly for the headboard. As I watched, she turned her head, pulled the pillowcase between her teeth, tugging. Tiny sounds of pleading misery and pleasure slipped from her lips and I did everything I could to not let up on the intensity of it for a single f**king second.
She was right there, hovering at the edge. Fucking her with two fingers, I pushed them deep, sucking her so hard my cheeks hollowed, staring up the length of her body at her f**king perfect br**sts and long neck. With a twist of my wrist, she arched off the mattress, pushing into my mouth. Hanna let out a cry again and again as she contracted around my fingers.
One.
I was so hard I was practically f**king the mattress, and I could feel the tightening of the tendons in her thighs, relished the way her sounds became strained and higher and her hands reached down, threading into my hair and f**k, she started to rock into me, legs wide and hips fast, unself-consciously f**king my face for several long, perfect minutes. Oral sex had never felt so much like f**king as it did with this woman, and I gave into it, wild and wide open, roughly devouring her.
With a cry she came again, sweet and hot, her hands pulling so hard on my scalp I thought I might come right along with her. I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t for one second look away from the sight above me on the bed. I sucked and sucked on the silk of her skin, completely f**king lost in the feel of her.
“Please,” she gasped, legs shaking and eyes as dark and heavy as I’d ever seen them. She pushed up on one elbow, leaving the other pulling at my hair. “Come up here.”
I pushed my boxers down, dragging the weight of my c**k against her leg as I slid up her body, tasting, licking the dip of her belly button, the rise of her br**sts, the tight pull of her ni**les.
She nodded.
“Why, Plum? Why do you watch everything I do?”
She hesitated, holding back some truth in a little swallow. “You know how to . . .” She let the words trail away, ending the thought with a one-shouldered shrug.
“You mean you like to watch me because I know how to make you come?”
She nodded again, eyes widening as I pulled at her panties, sliding them down over her hips.
“You can make yourself come with your hand. Do you watch your hand when you touch yourself?”
“No.”
I pulled her underwear the rest of the way down her legs, tossing them behind me and onto the floor before returning to the stretch of mattress between her spread legs.
“You have a vibrator?”
She nodded, eyes dazed.
“That can make you come. Does looking at your vibrator make you this wet?” I dipped a finger inside, raising myself up and over her again, slipping the same fingertip into her mouth. She moaned, sucking hard and pulling me closer to kiss her instead. Her lips tasted like sex and heat and, f**k, I wanted to taste her directly. “Is it because you like watching me do this to you?”
“Will . . .”
“Don’t go shy on me now.” I kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip. “Are you being a little engineer, watching the mechanics of how a man would lick your pu**y? Or is it the image of my mouth doing it?”
She ran her hands down my chest and wrapped them around my c**k through my boxers, giving me a slow, hard squeeze. “I like watching you.”
Groaning, I managed to say, “I like when you watch me. I can’t think straight when you have those crazy gray eyes on me.”
“Please . . .”
“Now let go so you can watch my mouth.”
“Will,” she said, voice shaking.
“Yeah?”
“After this? Please don’t break me.”
I paused, searching her expression. She’d sounded scared, but her face was only hunger.
“I won’t,” I said, kissing down her neck, over her br**sts, sucking, nipping. I moved farther down her body, and her thighs shook as I pushed them apart, blowing a soft stream of air across her heated flesh.
She propped herself up on her elbows again, and I gave her one more smile before dipping my head and opening my mouth over her sweet slide of skin. My eyes rolled closed at the heat of her, and I groaned, sucking gently.
With a shaky cry, her head fell back, hips arching from the bed. “Oh God.”
I smiled into her, licking up one side and down the other before covering her clit with my tongue, circling over and over and over.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I added my fingers, sliding them lower to where she was wettest and sweetest, and the heavy drag of my touch as I pushed two fingers into her caused her to fall back, reach blindly for the headboard. As I watched, she turned her head, pulled the pillowcase between her teeth, tugging. Tiny sounds of pleading misery and pleasure slipped from her lips and I did everything I could to not let up on the intensity of it for a single f**king second.
She was right there, hovering at the edge. Fucking her with two fingers, I pushed them deep, sucking her so hard my cheeks hollowed, staring up the length of her body at her f**king perfect br**sts and long neck. With a twist of my wrist, she arched off the mattress, pushing into my mouth. Hanna let out a cry again and again as she contracted around my fingers.
One.
I was so hard I was practically f**king the mattress, and I could feel the tightening of the tendons in her thighs, relished the way her sounds became strained and higher and her hands reached down, threading into my hair and f**k, she started to rock into me, legs wide and hips fast, unself-consciously f**king my face for several long, perfect minutes. Oral sex had never felt so much like f**king as it did with this woman, and I gave into it, wild and wide open, roughly devouring her.
With a cry she came again, sweet and hot, her hands pulling so hard on my scalp I thought I might come right along with her. I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t for one second look away from the sight above me on the bed. I sucked and sucked on the silk of her skin, completely f**king lost in the feel of her.
“Please,” she gasped, legs shaking and eyes as dark and heavy as I’d ever seen them. She pushed up on one elbow, leaving the other pulling at my hair. “Come up here.”
I pushed my boxers down, dragging the weight of my c**k against her leg as I slid up her body, tasting, licking the dip of her belly button, the rise of her br**sts, the tight pull of her ni**les.
