Page 79 of Playing It Forward

I place a finger over her lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you come at least twice.”

Her eyes light up. “Twice?”

I smirk. “Maybe three times.”

She lifts a brow. “All while your dick is hidden behind your briefs?”

“Oh sweetheart, haven’t you ever heard about how good quarterbacks are with their hands?”

Her breath catches. “I need proof.”

“And proof you will have. But first…”

I meld my mouth to hers. Her lips are as soft as I remember. I glide my tongue along her bottom lip. “Open up for me, sprite.”

She doesn’t hesitate to follow my order. I wonder what other orders she’ll follow. How far I can push her.

I plunge my tongue into her mouth and moan as her flavor hits me. I thought I was exaggerating about how her taste holds a sparkle to it. I wasn’t. Strawberries and sparkle. It’s a flavor I could easily become addicted to. A flavor I want to taste every single day of my life. Multiple times per day.

I thread my hand through her hair and tilt her head to the side to allow me to dive deeper into her sumptuous mouth. I wonder how the rest of her tastes. I didn’t get the chance to taste her during our rendezvous in the closet. Now’s my chance.

I release her mouth to trace kisses along her jaw to her ear. “I want to taste you.”

“Yes,” she sighs.

My hands move down until I reach the hem of my t-shirt she’s sleeping in. “Arms up.”

I moan at how quickly she follows my orders. I prefer to be in charge in bed. Considering how stubborn my little sprite is, I worried she’d fight me. Her surrender to me is the biggest turn on there is.

I whip the t-shirt off her, leaving her in a pair of lace panties. I’ve never been so happy to forget to close the curtains in my life. I can see every one of her curves in the moonlight.

I push her onto her back and push the covers out of the way. I study her body as I consider where to begin.

I start by gliding my hand along her side until I reach her breast. She arches her back with a moan. I love how responsive she is to me. It’s addicting. Everything about this woman is addicting. I wasn’t lying when I said I want her. Not just the baby she’s growing for me. Her.

While my hand kneads her breast, I dip my head and lavish her other breast with attention from my mouth. I lick and kiss and bite the flesh until she’s squirming beneath me. Then, I latch onto a nipple. She practically flies off the bed with a moan.

She wraps her legs around my hips and begins grinding her core against my hard length. I growl at how good it feels. My cock is covered and I can’t remember anything feeling this good before. I was right when I named this woman a sprite. Only a supernatural creature would be able to entrance me the way she has.

I tear my mouth away from her nipple. “Legs on the bed. Spread them wide for me.”

I expect this order to be the one she fights me on. But I’m wrong. She immediately unwinds her legs from around my hips and drops them onto the bed.

“You better make it worth my while.”

Ah, there’s my stubborn sprite.

My hand releases her breast to smooth down her body. I stop at her stomach and spread my hand over the place where she’s growing our baby. Our baby. I still can’t believe we’re having a child.

I continue my movement until I reach the hem of her panties. I trace my finger along the silk gusset. I can feel the damp growing there.

“These have to go,” I grumble.

Terri starts to sit up but I stop her. “My job.”

I tear the panties down her legs and throw them over my shoulder. I open my mouth to order her to spread her legs but I don’t need to. They’re already spread.

Damn. She’s my match in bed. I knew I liked Terri the person. I knew I enjoyed our tryst in the closet. More than enjoyed. But I did wonder if we’d match in the bedroom. I’m ecstatic to realize we do.