Game For Love
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She moved closer to the boy she had a crush on and went up onto her tippy toes to get closer tohis sinfully perfect mouth. He tilted his face down and she reached one hand up to caress hisbeautiful, angular jaw, running her thumb over his cheek, touching the light shadow of hair dusting hischin.
She was so overwhelmed by just the merest touch of skin on skin that she forgot she wassupposed to press her lips to his.
It was a good thing that Ty was no stranger to lust, because he didn't wait for her to come out ofher trance. Instead, he went about taking what he wanted—and she loved that she was what hewanted.
He turned his face into her hand, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, and she shivered atthe delicious sensations running through her. She wanted to touch his full, perfect mouth with hers,and her need was raw and desperate as she found him with her lips. With her tongue.He tasted like wild summer nights, a hint of some unidentifiable alcohol, and passion.Intense pleasure roared through her as they kissed, his tongue finding a sensitive spot in thecorner oj her lips. Pushing closer, she instinctively rocked her hips into him, his erection cradledagainst her belly.
"Enough messing around," he growled, taking her mouth rough and hard. The more he gave her,the more she wanted. She laid her tongue and teeth and hands into him with a fury that matched his.He lifted her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around him, and even though anyone could walkoutside and see them, Julie gave herself up to heaven.
Ty's tongue danced with hers, finding more sensitive spots that Julie hadn't known existed. Shecupped his jaw again to give herself better access to his delicious mouth. And then her hands wereripping at his shirt and it was falling open.
"I'vegot the keys to a boat."
"Let's go."
Slowly, he released her from his arms, her soft contours pressing against his hard muscles. Hereached for her hand and she could have sworn they were flying down the dock to the marina.Everything felt so surreal, so perfect and magical.
They boarded a huge yacht and his large hands circled her waist in her pink strapless partydress.
"God, you look good," he said as he picked her up and carried her down the short hallway to thestateroom. He kicked open the door and a huge king-size bed dared her to look away. But she wasn'tgoing to back down from what she wanted. Not tonight. She kicked off her heels and let him lay herback on the bed, let him look at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.Sweet Lord, his chest was a masterpiece. Her fingers ran across his bronzed skin, and when hermouth grew jealous she ran her tongue along his pecs, over his ni**les, which hardened beneath herlips. He groaned and threaded his hands through her hair just as she brought her teeth down on him.She slid her hands down the back of his shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders, and then he waskissing her eyelids and her chin and biting her earlobe.
In seconds his shirt and pants were on the floor, even though he never once stopped kissing her.Wearing only his boxers, his bare leg hot against hers, he hooked his thumbs under the bodice of herstrapless dress.
And then—could this really be happening to her?— his mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet.Sweet Lord, how could she have lived for so long without feeling this?
She pressed her hips into his thighs, and wetness seeped through her panties, through her thindress.
Somehow she wasn't embarrassed; being with Ty was the most natural thing in the world.He slid her dress off, past her hips, and his hand moved to the concave lines of her stomach. Hetoyed with the elastic edge of her panties and her thighs spread in a clear invitation for him to takeany—and every—thing he wanted.
His warm hand moved down, past her pubic bone. Slowly he ran one finger, then two, over hermost private, secret spot. She'd touched herself before, but it had never felt like this. Never felt likeher entire world was turning inside out, like blue was green, and yellow was red. He sucked her moanof ecstasy into his throat, sliding his fingers down farther, farther still, finally slipping one inside her.His touch was a sensual invasion of every wall that Julie had ever built around herself, her body,her heart. She wanted him inside of her then, no more foreplay.
More than anything, she wanted him to love her as much as she had always loved him from afar.
"Please," she begged.
But instead of taking her right then and there, he moved his mouth along the same path as hishand, kissing her on her belly and the lacy edge of her panties.
"Please," she whispered again, wanting him to know that she couldn't stand it anymore. She bither lip hard enough to draw blood and still she could barely keep a scream of erotic frustration frompouring up from her throat. At the final moment, when she'd given patience all that she had, he slidthe lace away from her mound and covered her with his mouth.
She cried out then, a long, low sound. Julie had no defenses anymore. Not from the way histongue circled her clitoris. Not from the way his finger moved in and out of her. She could go insanefrom the rush of pleasure taking her over, body and soul. She would have promised him anything justthen; all he had to do was ask. But thankfully he wasn't talking, he was sucking and licking and kissingbetween her legs.
Her hips bucked up off the bed, and as she exploded against his teeth and tongue, she moaned,
"Ty!" And just as she found herself wishing that his mouth was on hers, that she could taste himagain, he was taking her lips in a kiss that said she was his. Forever.He slipped a condom on and then the thick head of his penis pushed at her wetness, where hisfinger and tongue had been.
She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel if his shaft was as hard—as hot—as she thought it wouldbe. Everything about Ty was made to drive her crazy.
"Please," she said again, "I want to touch you. I want to taste you like you tasted me."He groaned and took her lips again, pushing his thighs between her legs.
"I need to be inside you. Now."
And she was ready for him, desperate to take him inside. With a groan that was half pain, halfpleasure, Ty pressed the head of his penis against her.
"Are you sure you're going to fit?" she asked.
He just said, "Perfectly," as he pushed fully into her in the next breath. He stretched her wide andit hurt so much, but then, it didn't anymore.
Sex was wonderful.
Their hips moved together and even as he grew impossibly huger inside of her, the ecstasy thatshe'd felt only minutes before welled up again at the base of her belly. He plunged in then out, fastthen slow, and with every stroke, with every kiss, she met him with a passion that was as big, aspowerful.
She was so overwhelmed by just the merest touch of skin on skin that she forgot she wassupposed to press her lips to his.
It was a good thing that Ty was no stranger to lust, because he didn't wait for her to come out ofher trance. Instead, he went about taking what he wanted—and she loved that she was what hewanted.
He turned his face into her hand, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, and she shivered atthe delicious sensations running through her. She wanted to touch his full, perfect mouth with hers,and her need was raw and desperate as she found him with her lips. With her tongue.He tasted like wild summer nights, a hint of some unidentifiable alcohol, and passion.Intense pleasure roared through her as they kissed, his tongue finding a sensitive spot in thecorner oj her lips. Pushing closer, she instinctively rocked her hips into him, his erection cradledagainst her belly.
"Enough messing around," he growled, taking her mouth rough and hard. The more he gave her,the more she wanted. She laid her tongue and teeth and hands into him with a fury that matched his.He lifted her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around him, and even though anyone could walkoutside and see them, Julie gave herself up to heaven.
Ty's tongue danced with hers, finding more sensitive spots that Julie hadn't known existed. Shecupped his jaw again to give herself better access to his delicious mouth. And then her hands wereripping at his shirt and it was falling open.
"I'vegot the keys to a boat."
"Let's go."
Slowly, he released her from his arms, her soft contours pressing against his hard muscles. Hereached for her hand and she could have sworn they were flying down the dock to the marina.Everything felt so surreal, so perfect and magical.
They boarded a huge yacht and his large hands circled her waist in her pink strapless partydress.
"God, you look good," he said as he picked her up and carried her down the short hallway to thestateroom. He kicked open the door and a huge king-size bed dared her to look away. But she wasn'tgoing to back down from what she wanted. Not tonight. She kicked off her heels and let him lay herback on the bed, let him look at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.Sweet Lord, his chest was a masterpiece. Her fingers ran across his bronzed skin, and when hermouth grew jealous she ran her tongue along his pecs, over his ni**les, which hardened beneath herlips. He groaned and threaded his hands through her hair just as she brought her teeth down on him.She slid her hands down the back of his shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders, and then he waskissing her eyelids and her chin and biting her earlobe.
In seconds his shirt and pants were on the floor, even though he never once stopped kissing her.Wearing only his boxers, his bare leg hot against hers, he hooked his thumbs under the bodice of herstrapless dress.
And then—could this really be happening to her?— his mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet.Sweet Lord, how could she have lived for so long without feeling this?
She pressed her hips into his thighs, and wetness seeped through her panties, through her thindress.
Somehow she wasn't embarrassed; being with Ty was the most natural thing in the world.He slid her dress off, past her hips, and his hand moved to the concave lines of her stomach. Hetoyed with the elastic edge of her panties and her thighs spread in a clear invitation for him to takeany—and every—thing he wanted.
His warm hand moved down, past her pubic bone. Slowly he ran one finger, then two, over hermost private, secret spot. She'd touched herself before, but it had never felt like this. Never felt likeher entire world was turning inside out, like blue was green, and yellow was red. He sucked her moanof ecstasy into his throat, sliding his fingers down farther, farther still, finally slipping one inside her.His touch was a sensual invasion of every wall that Julie had ever built around herself, her body,her heart. She wanted him inside of her then, no more foreplay.
More than anything, she wanted him to love her as much as she had always loved him from afar.
"Please," she begged.
But instead of taking her right then and there, he moved his mouth along the same path as hishand, kissing her on her belly and the lacy edge of her panties.
"Please," she whispered again, wanting him to know that she couldn't stand it anymore. She bither lip hard enough to draw blood and still she could barely keep a scream of erotic frustration frompouring up from her throat. At the final moment, when she'd given patience all that she had, he slidthe lace away from her mound and covered her with his mouth.
She cried out then, a long, low sound. Julie had no defenses anymore. Not from the way histongue circled her clitoris. Not from the way his finger moved in and out of her. She could go insanefrom the rush of pleasure taking her over, body and soul. She would have promised him anything justthen; all he had to do was ask. But thankfully he wasn't talking, he was sucking and licking and kissingbetween her legs.
Her hips bucked up off the bed, and as she exploded against his teeth and tongue, she moaned,
"Ty!" And just as she found herself wishing that his mouth was on hers, that she could taste himagain, he was taking her lips in a kiss that said she was his. Forever.He slipped a condom on and then the thick head of his penis pushed at her wetness, where hisfinger and tongue had been.
She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel if his shaft was as hard—as hot—as she thought it wouldbe. Everything about Ty was made to drive her crazy.
"Please," she said again, "I want to touch you. I want to taste you like you tasted me."He groaned and took her lips again, pushing his thighs between her legs.
"I need to be inside you. Now."
And she was ready for him, desperate to take him inside. With a groan that was half pain, halfpleasure, Ty pressed the head of his penis against her.
"Are you sure you're going to fit?" she asked.
He just said, "Perfectly," as he pushed fully into her in the next breath. He stretched her wide andit hurt so much, but then, it didn't anymore.
Sex was wonderful.
Their hips moved together and even as he grew impossibly huger inside of her, the ecstasy thatshe'd felt only minutes before welled up again at the base of her belly. He plunged in then out, fastthen slow, and with every stroke, with every kiss, she met him with a passion that was as big, aspowerful.
