Page 104 of The Game
When everyone leaves, my apartment is almost back to its perfect state, just a few games remaining.
Sarah is reaching up into the kitchen cabinet, putting away the freshly washed glasses.
I sneak up on her, my arms going around her stomach, nuzzling into her neck.
“I think I owe you at least five orgasms for this evening,” I tell her, dragging her earlobe into my mouth.
She giggles, her own arms grabbing a hold of my forearms.
“That sounds rather pleasurable, captain.”
She turns in my arms, and I lift her onto the counter.
“On a serious note, Sarah, thank you for doing this. The guys had a great time,” I tell her sincerely.
This probably wouldn’t have happened without her persuading me.
All evening, she made sure everything went perfectly, and I love her even more for it.
“You’re welcome, I’m glad you had a great time.”
She leans in, kissing my cheek before travelling down my throat.
“Christ, I love you,” I say, without really thinking.
Shit.
Is this too soon?
When she answers by licking up my throat, before giving me a scorching hot kiss, all tongue and grabby hands, I feel my nerves ease.
“I love you too, Alexander,” she tells me, making me feel lightheaded.
She actually said it back.
Not that I thought she wouldn’t, but it kind of just popped out of me.
I kiss her, pouring all my passion and love into it, making both of us frantic, wanting to get naked as fast as possible.
I drag off her sweater before leaning in and kissing her chest. I make quick work on her bra, exposing her boobs to me.
I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling, making Sarah moan as she pushes me harder against her chest.
“Repeat it, baby,” I tell her, switching to the other nipple, whilst kneading the other with my hand and fingers, pinching her nipple.
“I love you.”
She shudders against me as I grab the top of her pants, dragging them off her. She’s pulling at my jeans as well, pushing them down over my ass.
“I need inside you, right now, baby, are you ready for me?” I groan against her mouth, not even bothering to push my jeans all the way down.
I run my fingers through her folds, enjoying the feel of her wetness coating my fingers.
“Fuck, yes. Please, Alexander.” I drag off her thong before spreading her legs. I push into her in a hard stroke, making both of us cry in pleasure.
“Fuck, my love, you feel amazing,” I tell her, which brings out my feral woman.
I think I’ve just discovered her new favourite nickname.
