Counter Play: A Sports Novella (Players Book 2)
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“Holy shit.” I’m not sure how but during this assault on my senses, I manage to run my nails up and down his spine in a way that makes him crazy.
I know because he rips his t-shirt over his head. Then, in a kind of erotic dance, his chest hairs rub against my tender nipples. When our mouths connect again, I can hear my heart beat in my ears as his tongue thrusts in and out, mimicking what I crave.
All I want is him inside me, now.
I officially call foreplay over as I slide my hands and undo the top button of his jeans. He’s so darn hard that I need to be careful as I unzip and release him. Then, leaving his mouth, I nibble his lower lip, his chin, and kiss down his magnificent chest. With my tongue nearing its goal, I tug on his jeans, indicating they need to come off.
When he lifts up his ass, I pull his pants down and his long thick length jumps out at my face.
What else can be done?
I wrap one hand firmly around the base and I slowly take him in, my lips holding him tight.
“Oh fuck.” He looks down, his breath hitches, and his eyes roll up as both hands dig into my hair.
His look of pure pleasure makes me bolder as I play, watching to see which of my moves affects him most. When my tongue tucks under the soft rim of his tip, he bucks up, pressing into the back of my mouth.
Oh, I got him now. Suppressing impulse to gag, I suck, preparing to swallow each drop of him.
Instead, his fingertip pops into my mouth releasing him and suddenly I’m off the bed and in the air. With his knees widening my straddle, in one fast move, he impales me.
Stunned, I fall with my elbows on his chest, his eyes devouring me as I’m about to come apart.
When he arches up, I place my hands on either side of him. Faster and faster I bounce as he takes me, sheets burning my knees.
Then the whole night lights up and fireworks burst behind my eyelids. My clit pulses like crazy and is so damn sensitive that I go over the top again. With a primal shout that sends critters scurrying, he shivers, and releases into me.
Holy Shit.
The longest time goes by while we rest, hearts slowing, not saying anything. You would think after that incredible act of love-making, we would be sated but after a bit, we do it again. In fact, all night long we sleep a little, make love a lot, then sleep until both of our bodies are sore.
On my back after the last amazing round, I reach my hand to his rising and falling chest. “Hotshot?”
“Mmmm?” He turns toward me lit by the light of the dawn just starting to show over the horizon.
“You asleep?” I tickle under an armpit and he holds both my hands to stop me.
“Not now, I’m not.”
“I just wanted to say, I really, really love you.”
Eyes still closed, his lips slide into a smile. “I love you, too. Sleep now. You’ve worn me the fuck out.”
The night fades away, dew settles on the ground, and I curl up next to him. Pulling the warm patchwork quilt over us both, my dreams are of children, kitties and puppies, and a long, happy, life together.
The End
From the Author
Thank you so much for buying ‘Counter Play.’ If you liked it, a review is a lovely way to say you’d like more of these kinds of books.
I lived in Brooklyn for many years and my daughter lives there now. Even though many things have changed, the life-pulse of the neighborhood has not. I love stopping for a drink at Talon and hanging out for a game of pool.
Writing this series has been a ‘game-changer’ for me. You see, I’d almost given up being an Indie author. It’s a tough ‘playing field.’ LOL. Sorry. You guys have made writing fun again.
The third in the series is under way, scheduled to release in July 2017
You can pre-order ‘Final Play’ here.
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