Page 66 of Game Plan
Before she could come, I rolled her onto her back and scooted down to bury my face between her legs.
I already knew she liked it when I licked and sucked her clit, but I loved it every bit as much. The taste, the feel, the sound of her moaning. That, in particular, was the most beautiful sound I ever heard. The closer she came to coming, the higher her voice got. The harder I got too, until I ached to busy myself inside her.
"Hawk!" It wasn't quite a scream, but as crescendos go, it was one hell of a sound. She rubbed her pussy against my mouth and stubble, grinding while I sucked her perfect clit. Her breathing got faster and faster, her moans higher still. She was so close to coming, my balls ached with her.
I licked firmly, insistently. I wanted her to come. I wanted to be the one to make her do it. I wanted to know when she cried out with a rush of pleasure, it was because my mouth gave that to her. My tongue.
She gasp-moaned a couple of times before she arched her back and cried out, her head thrown back. Her muscles convulsed. Her swollen clit seemed to throb against my lips. Her whole body went rigid as she screamed out my name.
I kept on working her, keeping her on that high for as long as I possibly could. Minutes, hours, days, if I could.
Eventually, she let out a longer gasp and flopped down to the mattress, panting and sweating.
I kissed the insides of her thighs before I rolled her over and pulled her to her hands and knees. I ran my hands up her belly. Over her breasts. I palmed her taut, responsive nipples before moving up to her neck and around to her back.
"You are so beautiful." I ran my hands down to her hips and gripped them gently before I positioned my cock and slid into her warm, welcoming pussy.
Holy fuck. She felt so good. Better than good. I wanted to scream her name so loud they heard me up and down the building.
"So are you." Apparently done with letting me take the lead, she rocked her hips back until she was almost sitting on my lap, then up again. Happy to let her be the boss, I closed my eyes and helped to guide her hips.
Just before I came inside her, she pulled away from me and turned around.
"I want to see your face," she said.
I grinned. "This old mug?"
She chuckled and pushed me onto my back.
"Yes, that old mug," she said before she lowered herself onto me, her pussy enveloping my cock again.
Holy yeeessss.
She pinned my chest with her hands and set the rhythm and depth of every deliberate movement.
I watched her face, the flush of her cheeks, her half closed eyes. I couldn't for the life of me figure out how I got so lucky. I don't mean this, right now, but her. In bed, out of bed, out on the town after the game, all of it. Another cliche here, but she was the total package. Brains, beauty and hot as hell. And for some reason, she dug me too. I was ready to pinch myself, to see if I would wake up, but not until we were done making love.
Wait, did I just think the L word?
Yeah, I did.
I smiled up at her, then half-closed my eyes. I gripped her hips a little tighter and let my orgasm wash over me, wash us both away.
I grunted, and she cried out again.
For a handful of minutes in time we were both lost in the moment, lost in pure pleasure and the enjoyment of each other and our bodies.
The wave crashed, pinned me harder to the bed, then the tide slowly receded, leaving only us, a treasure more precious than Waves.
Before her, I would have called myself a piece of driftwood. Now, I was done drifting. I was home.
When I woke,the sun was peeking through a gap in the curtains.
I blinked a few times to wake myself up.
Becca's place. No wonder I felt so comfortable. Her apartment was small, but homey. My house was big and, apart from a couple of rooms, looked as sterile as a magazine spread.
Still, I wanted to ask her to come over for dinner tonight and show her around. I wanted her in my world as much as I wanted to be in hers.
