Page 54 of The Game We Played

“I think you need to unzip me.”

I reach around her and feel for the zipper. I draw it down until her bodice falls forward, revealing her naked chest.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” I grumble.

“And you’re staring. You’re supposed to be touching.”

There’s no need to tell me twice. I gather her breasts in my hands. They’re small but perky. And, guessing by the way she’s moaning, sensitive.

I massage her breasts and her head falls back. She begins to rub herself against my cock. It weeps in response.

My mouth waters. I want to taste her. I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her up until her breasts are even with my mouth.Yes.

I don’t bother teasing her with nips and bites. I swallow her breast whole. She nearly flies out of my arms.

I latch onto her nipple and suck. She moans before threading her hands through my hair to keep me right where I am. Don’t worry, Alaia. I’m not going anywhere.

My cock disagrees. It presses against my underwear in a bid to reach the promised land. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing jeans, or I’d have a zipper embedded in my skin by now.

“Tanner.” Her voice is demanding.

“What do you want, gorgeous?”

“You.”

“You have me. I’m right here.”

She grunts. “You in me.”

“We have all night, gorgeous.”

Her response? She sneaks her hand through our bodies. She unsnaps my trousers and shoves her hand inside. She squeezes my cock and I moan.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“Playing fair is for on the field. Not in the bedroom.”

I grit my teeth. I won’t last long if she continues to squeeze my cock. Her grip is strong. Just the way I prefer.

I wanted to spend my time exploring Alaia’s body but I can’t wait. I’ll explore her body later. After she’s come a time or two.

I push up her dress until her panties are exposed. I chuckle at the large black underwear. “You weren’t kidding about these.”

She hops off the bed and pushes the underwear down her legs. “Who the hell invented shapewear? It should be called torture-wear.”

When the underwear is finally down to her knees, she kicks it off. “Never again.”

I’ve lost track of the conversation. I can’t speak when the object of my desires is standing in front of me with her dress rucked around her waist. Her breasts and core exposed. She flips the dress over her head and now she’s completely naked.

“Fuck.”

She climbs back on the bed. “Now, you’re getting the idea.”

“How is it possible you’re more gorgeous than I expected?”

“Enough, charmer. Let’s get to the good part.” She straddles me.

I shimmy my hand between us to find her core. I need to make sure she’s ready for me. She’s tall but thin. I skirt past her clit and circle her opening.