Play with Me
Page 17

“Take your bra off,” he murmurs.
I comply and throw it on top of the dress.
“Dear God, Megan, you’re beautiful.”
I grin down at him and suddenly he pulls me down into his lap and cups a breast in his palm as he kisses me senseless. I trace the muscles in his shoulder with one hand and bury the other in his hair and hold him close to me while his hands roam over my sensitive body.
God, his hands feel so damn good!
Finally, he trails kisses along my jaw and over to my neck where he pays extra-special attention as his hand travels oh-so-slowly south.
“I knew you felt good, and I knew you’d look fantastic, but you surpass every fantasy I’ve had about you, sweetheart.”
“Hmm. I want to see you,” I mutter but he shakes his head and chuckles.
“Not yet. This is about you, honey.”
I start to protest, but then those magical fingers slip down over my pubis and find my center and everything in Will, those fingers, his breath, even his heart, still.
“What is this?” He pulls back and stares down at me in awe.
Oh, that.
“It’s a piercing,” I respond and lean up to kiss him again but he pulls back and his eyes narrow.
“Your clit is pierced?” he asks incredulously.
“No, technically, my clitoral hood is pierced.”
“Fuck, I have to see this.” He stands abruptly with me in his arms, and just when I think he’s finally going to take me up to my bedroom, he lays me gently down on the couch. He turns off the TV, but flips on a soft lamp and kneels on the floor next to my head.
“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” He kisses me softly, gently teasing my tongue with his, and then nibbles his way down my jaw again to my ear and down my neck to my collar bones.
“Will,” I grip his shirt in my fists and try to pull it over his head but he backs away.
“Honey, I can’t get naked.” He swallows and shakes his head. “I can’t. We’re going to respect your goddamn three date rule, but I want to explore you a bit. Is that okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper and he smiles wickedly.
“Just lay back and enjoy.” He captures a nipple in his mouth and suckles it gently at first and then a bit harder, making me moan. His hands are everywhere. Brushing up and down my ribs, down my thighs, and up again. Finally, after he pays special attention to the other nipple, he begins to gently bite, suck and nibble his way down my stomach as his hand glides up the inside of my thigh.
“Will…”
“Shh, it’s okay.”
He spreads my legs and sits there, just looking down at my center, and I suddenly become very shy.
“Turn the light off,” I whisper.
His eyes find mine. His face is tight with lust, his eyes bright, and his jaw ticking from clenching his jaw shut.
“Not a chance,” he growls. “I want to see you. Fuck, Meg, you’re so sexy.”
He settles on his elbows and gently brushes my piercing with his fingertip. It makes my back arch and catch my breath.
“Shit.”
“How long have you had this?” he asks.
“Five years.”
“Why?” he asks and brushes it with his thumb while his fingers slide through my wet lips and I gasp again. “God, you’re so wet.”
“I was in a band, people had piercings, I didn’t want mine to show.” The words come out super-fast because of what he’s doing to me and he chuckles.
“Does it heighten pleasure?” he asks and I swear again as he barely brushes the little bar-bell and it sets my clit on fire.
“What do you think?” Fuck, I can’t stop moving.
“It’s tiny,” he remarks.
“It’s a tiny part of my body,” I remind him ruefully and then squirm again as he brushes it one more time with his finger.
Will kisses my navel, and I push my hands into his hair. He moves down and gently wraps those amazing lips around my clit and metal and I come undone, pushing against his mouth, raising my hips up off the cushion. His hands are cupping my ass, holding me against him and I ride my orgasm, jerking and shuddering, and suddenly his lips move farther down and his tongue is inside me, then licking my labia, and inside me again. It’s a full-on assault Will-style, and it’s the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
He sinks his tongue inside me again and pulls one hand around to worry my clit some more and I feel another orgasm building.
“Ah, hell, babe, I’m gonna…”
He growls against me and I lose it, this orgasm completely eclipsing the last one, if that’s even possible.
When I surface, Will is nibbling his way back up my body, caressing my skin gently, and then he’s kissing me softly and his fingers are running gently down my face.
“So sweet,” he murmurs against my lips.
I can taste myself on him. I reach for the hem of his shirt again and push my hand under it so I can caress his back, his ribs. He sighs deeply and rests his forehead on mine, eyes closed.
“Your hands feel good,” he whispers.
“So do yours. Take your clothes off.”
He sighs again, kisses my forehead and sits back on his heels.
“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head and then chuckles ruefully while scrubbing his hands over his face. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I think I’d better go.”
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