Page 92 of Trick Play
“Fuck me,” she says.
Positioning my cock at her opening, I drive into her in one flex of my hips. She arches up to meet me, her eyes closing and her head falling to the side.
With one hand, I move her face so I can kiss her. “I thought you wanted me to make love to you,” I whisper against her lips.
Her eyes open. “Yessss,” she hisses, her hands gripping my ass and her hips moving against me. She’s as ready for this as I am. “Both.”
“You want me to fuck you hard and slow?” I ask.
Biting her lip, her eyes closed again, she nods.
“My pleasure,” I grind out, sitting back on my knees so I can give her what she wants, my hands under her back to pull her with me.
She’s sitting on my lap, impaled on my dick, her arms and legs wrapped around me, her face level with mine. Her eyelids flutter open, and a small smile tugs at her lips as she rotates her hips on me. “This is gonna be hard and slow?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah, baby. All you ever have to do is tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
“Really?” she asks, one eyebrow arched.
I nod again.
She sighs when my hands grip her ass and lift her up, letting gravity carry her back down. When she bottoms out on me, she gasps. “Fuck, yeah,” she whispers.
“See? Told you I’d give you what you ask for.” I capture her lips with mine, swallowing her groans as I make good on my promise.
Gasping, she throws her head back, and I nip and kiss and suck on the skin of her neck and shoulder, loving the way she feels moving up and coming down hard. It’s so good. So hot. So perfect. Just like her.
Everything with her is good and perfect and beautiful. When she meets my eyes, a smile touching her lips again, I realize I must’ve said that out loud.
“You’re good and perfect and beautiful too,” she murmurs, her head lolling to my shoulder. “Why are you so good to me?”
I’m not sure if it’s a real question or a rhetorical one, but I answer anyway, honestly, because I’ve promised myself I’ll never be less than that with her again.
“Because …” I lick my lips, hesitating slightly, but then dive forward as she drops down on me again. “I love you.”
She stills, leaning back so she can look at me, the lust-drunk haze gone from her eyes as she examines my face. Whatever she sees must be what she’s looking for, because she melts into me again, moving herself up and down slowly a few times until I take over again, lifting and dropping her like I’ve been doing.
“Fuck,” she says on a low groan. “That feels amazing.”
“Yeah? You gonna come like this?”
She shakes her head. “I dunno. Maybe?” Pulling herself closer, she seals her lips to mine again, her tongue filling my mouth, and I can’t think of anything better than this at this moment—the woman I love in my arms, surrounding me, giving me everything.
I don’t even care that she didn’t say it back.
Maybe she’s not ready. Maybe she thinks it’s just a sex-fueled declaration. That’s okay. I’ll just have to spend however long it takes proving to her that I’m serious. That I mean it whether we’re having sex or not.
This slow pace is killing me, though, and as much as I want to keep going for as long as she needs, I don’t think I can. My biceps are starting to burn from lifting her, and when she puts her knees under her and starts moving, I know she needs more too.
“Hold on,” I tell her, holding her tight to me so I can lay her down.
She keeps her ankles crossed just above my ass when her back hits the sheets, only loosening her grip when my hand slides between us, my thumb circling her clit. Her feet slide down my hamstrings to land on my calves, giving me the room I need to work her over.
I keep my thrusts slow and steady until I feel her pussy fluttering around me. She arches and undulates, a beautiful sinuous wave of sexual energy, and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
Her heels dig into my legs and her thighs grip my hips as she gets closer to her peak. I let myself move faster now, working her clit with my thumb and pumping into her with a determined ferocity. I need her to come. And then I think I might lose my fucking mind from the pleasure of it all.
She cries out, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, and I plant both hands on either side of her, fucking her hard through her orgasm and into my own. Slumping over, I take her with me onto my side, burying my face in her neck.
