Slow Play
Page 62
“No!” Her face is on fire now. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“Baby, you are the only woman I want to have this conversation with.” And that is the damn truth. I can’t imagine talking about vibrators with anyone else. That we can pause in what we were doing—and it was pretty fucking hot—to start joking around about vibrators. I love that about us.
“When was the last time you used your vibrator?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything.
“It’s been weeks,” she admits.
“Did you use it after we met?”
A reluctant nod.
“Did you use it and think of me?”
No response at all.
I let go of my cock and reach out to place my hand over hers, the heat from her pussy warming my skin. “Did you, Ali?”
She sighs. “Fine. Yes. I did.”
Grinning, I remove her hand and replace it with my own, letting my fingers sink into her warm, wet depths. “What did you think about?”
“The night you kissed me in my room and Steven interrupted us,” she confesses. “I imagined what would’ve happened if he never knocked on my door.”
“Oh, I can tell you exactly what would’ve happened.” It’s my turn to search her folds, to insert my index finger inside her body, then add another finger. She moans when I start to fuck her, her hips moving, her eyes falling shut. She’s so fucking responsive.
“Tell me,” she whispers.
His thick fingers move in and out of my body and oh my God, I’m close to coming already. Making me forget all the shitty things he said, which is a good thing. A very good thing.
Now I can concentrate on how good he makes me feel.
“We would’ve kissed for a long time,” he murmurs, removing his fingers from my body so he can readjust his position. I immediately miss their presence but tell myself we have the rest of the night. He’s always good for a couple of orgasms.
Always.
He lies next to me, nestled up close, his hand returning to my pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Kissing is what we do best, don’t you think?” he asks.
To prove his point, he takes my mouth in a tongue filled, passionate kiss that ends much too soon. But at least he keeps talking.
“I would’ve slowly taken off your clothes and discovered you wear the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen. After getting myself under control, I would stroke you everywhere, get you nice and wet for me.”
I grow wetter just hearing him say that.
“I’d suck your nipples deep into my mouth all while I was fingering your pussy until you were squirming and begging for more.”
I start to squirm when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. His words, his actions are making me hot. And wet. His thumb slides around my clit with ease and that sweet, familiar ache starts to build. I sink my hands into his hair, holding him close.
“That would’ve been the first time you pushed your fingers into my hair because I’ve noticed you do that a lot. Pull on it too,” he observes, his mouth moving against my breast, his breath hot as it blows across my sensitive nipple. “I don’t mind though. I actually like it.”
I give his hair a tug for good measure.
“I probably would’ve gone down on you. And found out you have the sweetest pussy in the world. Nothing has ever tasted better.”
“Please,” I mumble sarcastically, because I can’t help myself. He has to be kidding.
“I’m serious.” He slides his fingers between my legs, touching every sensitive inch, then brings them up to his mouth, sucking them deep. “Fucking delicious,” he says when he pulls his fingers out.
A shaky breath leaves me when I see the way his lips shine from my juices. Oh, and then he licks them. My belly flutters. Maybe some girls get squicked out by that sort of thing but not me. Everything Tristan does is a turn on.
“What next?” I encourage him.
He smiles. “Because I’m a man, I would’ve somehow got those perfect, pink lips of yours wrapped around my dick, and you would’ve loved it.”
I smile in return. “I do like sucking your cock.”
His smile fades, replaced with a dark, hungry look that makes my body tighten with anticipation. He looks like he wants to jump me. “Woman, you can’t say things like that to me without getting a reaction.”
“What sort of reaction?” I ask innocently.
“Hand me another condom and you’ll see.”
I grab one of the many condoms that lie scattered on top of his bedside table and give it to him, watching with fascination as he gets on his knees and rolls it on. I love watching him do this. His brows furrowed in concentration, his lip caught between his teeth, his fingers brushing over the head of his cock and making it sway. He rolls that condom on and always gives it a good tug, stroking himself once. Twice. Then he’s good. He’s ready.
It’s the hottest thing ever.
“You ready for the big D?” he asks once the condom is securely in place. He’s grinning again, his expression so adorable despite what he just said. I’m sure he’s waiting for me to say something equally ridiculous.
I sit up and move toward him, his grin slipping as he falls back on his perfect ass and I crawl into his lap. His cock rises between us and I grab hold of his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his middle and positioning myself perfectly so I can sink down onto him.
“I always want the big D,” I tell him, smiling as I lower myself onto his thick cock, taking him inch by inch, my body yielding to his invasion until he’s buried deep.
Big. Throbbing. Filling me right up.
“Damn, Ali.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. I wiggle my hips and he winces. I start to lift up and he braces his hands on my hips, keeping me in place. “Just—don’t fucking move.”
“But isn’t that the whole point of fucking?” I wiggle again, feel him go even deeper and we both groan in unison.
“I’m gonna come and fast, if you keep that up.” He exhales loudly, sounding tortured. “And that’s the last thing I want to do.”
Me too. I want this to last, not be over before it’s done.
“Take it slow, baby,” he urges and I do, letting him guide me, his hands still on my hips as I lift up and sink down on him. The drag and pull of our connected bodies feels so incredibly good I can hardly stand it. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation of his cock pushing deep inside my body.
It’s like he completely owns me. I’m possessed by all things Tristan. His big body surrounds me, his large hands on my hips, my legs wound around him, our bodies so close we’re sharing the same air. I glance down, my hair falling forward as I watch his cock disappear inside my body and then reappear, thick and long and slick with my juices.
I swear I just had a mini orgasm.
“Fuck me, you feel so damn good,” he whispers just before his mouth is on mine. The kiss is dirty. Wicked. Wonderful. Tongues and lips, moans and whispers, our bodies growing slick with sweat, the tightening in my belly building.
He breaks the kiss to rain kisses along my jaw, down my neck. Soft, sucking kisses involving his tongue. His teeth. I clutch him closer, riding him hard, his hands moving to grip my ass and hold me still as he pounds inside of me. Hitting all the right spots, one in particular that has me clutching him close, my mouth on his shoulder. It opens on a silent scream as he rams into me, until I’m falling apart, my belly trembling, my inner walls clenching and releasing as I come. His name falls from my lips and other unintelligible words, something I always seem to do when I’m overcome. Or coming.
“Baby, you are the only woman I want to have this conversation with.” And that is the damn truth. I can’t imagine talking about vibrators with anyone else. That we can pause in what we were doing—and it was pretty fucking hot—to start joking around about vibrators. I love that about us.
“When was the last time you used your vibrator?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything.
“It’s been weeks,” she admits.
“Did you use it after we met?”
A reluctant nod.
“Did you use it and think of me?”
No response at all.
I let go of my cock and reach out to place my hand over hers, the heat from her pussy warming my skin. “Did you, Ali?”
She sighs. “Fine. Yes. I did.”
Grinning, I remove her hand and replace it with my own, letting my fingers sink into her warm, wet depths. “What did you think about?”
“The night you kissed me in my room and Steven interrupted us,” she confesses. “I imagined what would’ve happened if he never knocked on my door.”
“Oh, I can tell you exactly what would’ve happened.” It’s my turn to search her folds, to insert my index finger inside her body, then add another finger. She moans when I start to fuck her, her hips moving, her eyes falling shut. She’s so fucking responsive.
“Tell me,” she whispers.
His thick fingers move in and out of my body and oh my God, I’m close to coming already. Making me forget all the shitty things he said, which is a good thing. A very good thing.
Now I can concentrate on how good he makes me feel.
“We would’ve kissed for a long time,” he murmurs, removing his fingers from my body so he can readjust his position. I immediately miss their presence but tell myself we have the rest of the night. He’s always good for a couple of orgasms.
Always.
He lies next to me, nestled up close, his hand returning to my pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Kissing is what we do best, don’t you think?” he asks.
To prove his point, he takes my mouth in a tongue filled, passionate kiss that ends much too soon. But at least he keeps talking.
“I would’ve slowly taken off your clothes and discovered you wear the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen. After getting myself under control, I would stroke you everywhere, get you nice and wet for me.”
I grow wetter just hearing him say that.
“I’d suck your nipples deep into my mouth all while I was fingering your pussy until you were squirming and begging for more.”
I start to squirm when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. His words, his actions are making me hot. And wet. His thumb slides around my clit with ease and that sweet, familiar ache starts to build. I sink my hands into his hair, holding him close.
“That would’ve been the first time you pushed your fingers into my hair because I’ve noticed you do that a lot. Pull on it too,” he observes, his mouth moving against my breast, his breath hot as it blows across my sensitive nipple. “I don’t mind though. I actually like it.”
I give his hair a tug for good measure.
“I probably would’ve gone down on you. And found out you have the sweetest pussy in the world. Nothing has ever tasted better.”
“Please,” I mumble sarcastically, because I can’t help myself. He has to be kidding.
“I’m serious.” He slides his fingers between my legs, touching every sensitive inch, then brings them up to his mouth, sucking them deep. “Fucking delicious,” he says when he pulls his fingers out.
A shaky breath leaves me when I see the way his lips shine from my juices. Oh, and then he licks them. My belly flutters. Maybe some girls get squicked out by that sort of thing but not me. Everything Tristan does is a turn on.
“What next?” I encourage him.
He smiles. “Because I’m a man, I would’ve somehow got those perfect, pink lips of yours wrapped around my dick, and you would’ve loved it.”
I smile in return. “I do like sucking your cock.”
His smile fades, replaced with a dark, hungry look that makes my body tighten with anticipation. He looks like he wants to jump me. “Woman, you can’t say things like that to me without getting a reaction.”
“What sort of reaction?” I ask innocently.
“Hand me another condom and you’ll see.”
I grab one of the many condoms that lie scattered on top of his bedside table and give it to him, watching with fascination as he gets on his knees and rolls it on. I love watching him do this. His brows furrowed in concentration, his lip caught between his teeth, his fingers brushing over the head of his cock and making it sway. He rolls that condom on and always gives it a good tug, stroking himself once. Twice. Then he’s good. He’s ready.
It’s the hottest thing ever.
“You ready for the big D?” he asks once the condom is securely in place. He’s grinning again, his expression so adorable despite what he just said. I’m sure he’s waiting for me to say something equally ridiculous.
I sit up and move toward him, his grin slipping as he falls back on his perfect ass and I crawl into his lap. His cock rises between us and I grab hold of his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his middle and positioning myself perfectly so I can sink down onto him.
“I always want the big D,” I tell him, smiling as I lower myself onto his thick cock, taking him inch by inch, my body yielding to his invasion until he’s buried deep.
Big. Throbbing. Filling me right up.
“Damn, Ali.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. I wiggle my hips and he winces. I start to lift up and he braces his hands on my hips, keeping me in place. “Just—don’t fucking move.”
“But isn’t that the whole point of fucking?” I wiggle again, feel him go even deeper and we both groan in unison.
“I’m gonna come and fast, if you keep that up.” He exhales loudly, sounding tortured. “And that’s the last thing I want to do.”
Me too. I want this to last, not be over before it’s done.
“Take it slow, baby,” he urges and I do, letting him guide me, his hands still on my hips as I lift up and sink down on him. The drag and pull of our connected bodies feels so incredibly good I can hardly stand it. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation of his cock pushing deep inside my body.
It’s like he completely owns me. I’m possessed by all things Tristan. His big body surrounds me, his large hands on my hips, my legs wound around him, our bodies so close we’re sharing the same air. I glance down, my hair falling forward as I watch his cock disappear inside my body and then reappear, thick and long and slick with my juices.
I swear I just had a mini orgasm.
“Fuck me, you feel so damn good,” he whispers just before his mouth is on mine. The kiss is dirty. Wicked. Wonderful. Tongues and lips, moans and whispers, our bodies growing slick with sweat, the tightening in my belly building.
He breaks the kiss to rain kisses along my jaw, down my neck. Soft, sucking kisses involving his tongue. His teeth. I clutch him closer, riding him hard, his hands moving to grip my ass and hold me still as he pounds inside of me. Hitting all the right spots, one in particular that has me clutching him close, my mouth on his shoulder. It opens on a silent scream as he rams into me, until I’m falling apart, my belly trembling, my inner walls clenching and releasing as I come. His name falls from my lips and other unintelligible words, something I always seem to do when I’m overcome. Or coming.
