Page 238 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
When I finally pull back, I’m breathing heavily. Not just from the kiss, but from everything I’m feeling.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I say, my voice low. “I’m ashamed to admit this, but... in the past, I just fucked to get off. I kept my shirt on so they didn’t see the tattoo... the scar.”
Her hand slides to it, gliding over it.
And I let her touch it.
Even though it’s ugly. Even though it’s from something she can’t possibly fathom.
And the words I had tattooed there have a real, deep meaning.
But it’s Peyton.
And she’s different from anyone I’ve ever met.
“I won’t do that with you,” I whisper. “I want to make love to you.”
Her lips curl into a soft smile. “I’ve never...” her cheeks pinken. “I’ve never made love, either.”
A soft smile curls my lips.
“So maybe... we learn together.”
I nod. “I like that idea.”
And then I’m kissing her again.
But this time, I don’t stop with her mouth.
My lips gently move down her neck, listening to her soft purr as my tongue glides along her rapidly beating pulse. Lower still to the cleavage between her breasts.
And then, my tongue flicks over her hard nipple.
She sighs, arching her back, and my mouth closes over it, sucking it until she’s squirming beneath me, her hands in my hair.
My hand glides to her other breast, teasing her nipple while my mouth continues making her crazy.
“Daltyn,” she whispers, her head rolling on my pillow. “You make me insane.”
I release her nipple, smiling up at her. “Good.”
And then I switch, teasing her other nipple with my mouth. Her soft moans fill my bedroom, replacing the nightmares that linger in the shadows with her light.
I glide my tongue down her stomach, my eyes locking with hers.
“I need to taste you again.” I shift, settling between her legs. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you on the bathroom counter. How many times I’ve beat off...” I place a kiss directly above her pussy. “... remembering it. It felt so real. Like the taste of you was still on my tongue.”
She whimpers, her hands running through my hair. “Yes. Please.”
I place soft kisses on her inner thigh, gently blowing on her center, before I kiss the other thigh.
She growls, and I chuckle.
“Impatient,” I gently scold. “We have all night. I’m not wasting one single second.”
I tease her some more before I put my tongue where she wants it most. Her hands fist the sheets as she arches.
“That’s it,” I whisper as my tongue slides from her clit to her slit, then back. “Just enjoy it.”
