Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,39
I do the how.
That’s not to say we’re not gonna talk. We’re totally going to talk. I’m not even going to touch her until we . . .
I step into my bedroom and stop dead when I see Abi lying on my bed in nothing but lace panties and a devilish grin.
Throwing my hand out blindly, I find the door and slam it shut behind me, unable to tear my eyes away, watching her hand run over her hard nipples, her gaze locked to mine.
Her fingers drift lower . . . and lower . . . disappearing beneath the lace. Her head drops back, and her lips part as a low moan escapes her throat at the first stroke.
Fuck me sideways. Talk? What talk? Talking’s overrated when there’s an almost naked and clearly horny woman enticing me.
“Starting without me?” I grab the back of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.
“You were taking too long,” she replies coyly.
“What did I tell you about touching yourself . . .” My eyes are glued to the scrap of lace covering her hand and the gliding strokes she’s making.
“That was a one-time obedience,” she breathes.
“Is that so?” My hands go to my jeans, my fingers flicking open the button-down fly before pushing them down.
“Maybe I wanted to see what happens when I misbehave.”
“I wanted to talk,” I say roughly as I put a knee to the bed between her splayed legs and lower my mouth to kiss the instep of her foot, loving the sound of her breath catching.
“I can multi-task.” She moves her other hand from behind her head to cup her breast, her thumb stroking over her erect nipple.
“Looks like you already are,” I murmur against the back of her knee, her body trembling as my hands slides up her inner thigh. I smooth them over her hips and rest my lips on top of the lace. “Damn, you smell good.”
“Bet I taste even better.”
I grip her wrist gently and tug it away, dragging her panties roughly down and off before dipping my head and covering her with my lips, my tongue lapping and sucking, licking and nipping, circling and rolling until her hands are dragging through my hair and holding me in place.
Then, in a move to make a wresting fan proud, she bucks and rolls, somehow flipping me on my back then crawling down over me. Knowing what she’s going for, I shift up the mattress and grab her waist, tugging her down so my tongue can spear inside her once more. Her mouth finds purchase on my cock, and she takes me deep into her throat.
“Fuck,” I spit out against her skin when she grazes the tip of my cock with her teeth on her upward glide.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hums against the base of my shaft, one hand cupping and rolling my balls before her index finger dips lower to massage my perineum.
I’m lost to the feel of her wet mouth enveloping me, her breasts pressed hard into my stomach, and her taste on my lips, taking over my senses and needing a change of pace, I take one last lick before hooking my hands underneath her shoulders and pulling her off my cock before I come like a teenage boy.
I push her up until she’s straddles my head, grinding down against me, riding my face until I rake my teeth against her swollen clit and she screams out her climax. I languidly stroke her with my tongue, drawing out the last waves of her orgasm until the jerks of her body cease. She collapses sideways on the bed until she’s lying flat on her back.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and roll on top of her, loving the way she spreads her legs and wraps her ankles behind my thighs to cradle my hips.
Gliding my cock through her slick heat, I brace my forearms on the bed on either side of her head and dip my chin to brush my lips against hers. Her hands grip my shoulders as her hooded eyes meet mine, a promising smirk playing on her lips.
“What happened to multi-tasking?” I ask, continuing to torture myself with continual thrusts of my hips against hers and her little mews when the tip of my cock grinds against her sensitive nub.
“The sixty-nine is the epitome of multi-tasking. Taking while giving—the ultimate battle of wills.”
I pull my hips back and slowly inch my cock inside of her, watching the amusement in her