Delay of Game (The Baltimore Banners Book 6) by Lisa B. Kamps Page B
Authors: Lisa B. Kamps
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pants, slid them all the way off, tossed them to side. Her thong followed.
Val pushed to her elbows, her eyes slowly focusing on the man kneeling between her legs. His shirt hung open, revealing the hard planes and dips of his sculpted chest and abs, the thin line of dark blonde hair that started at his navel and disappeared below the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes, so dark, filled with liquid heat as he watched her, his finger caressing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Higher, teasing, slowly moving higher still, so slow—
Val fell back, her hips surging forward as finally, finally he touched her, his finger running along her clit, up and down, again, over and over. He slid his finger inside her, slowly, teasing.
"You are so wet. So ready."
"Y-yes." God yes, please. She wanted him, needed him. Needed to feel him inside her, filling her.
"Not yet."
She heard the words through the haze of need, tried to focus, struggled to make sense of them. Then his mouth closed over, his tongue licking, tasting, stroking. Val sucked in a breath, her back arching, her hands clenching at her sides, fisting the comforter.
Too much. It was too much. She dug her heels into the mattress, groaned when Justin grabbed one leg and placed it over his shoulder, opening her even more. And his mouth, that wonderful talented mouth, drove her to the brink, held her at the edge until she wanted to beg, to scream, to promise whatever he wanted. Anything, as long as he'd send her flying.
His tongue stroked, teased, tasted, holding her on the edge. And then he slid a second finger inside her, his touch slow and deep.
Val exploded, the world around her shattering into bright shards, a rainbow of lights behind her closed lids. She screamed his name, or maybe it was just a moan, she didn't know, didn't care.
Nothing existed, nothing except the searing pleasure washing over her, around her, inside her. Over and over, never-ending.
The waves slowed, a little at a time, the shallow gasps of her breathing evening out. And then Justin was there again, a heavy weight between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing her, threatening to send her over the edge once more.
"Val."
She heard her name, tried to force her eyes open, the lids fluttering as her hands reached for him.
And then he was inside her, stretching her, filling her. She cried his name, wrapped her arms around him, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder as he thrust.
In. Out. Harder. Faster. Over and over. Sensation spiraled, swirled, pulling her under. Pushing away the rest of the world until they were the only two there.
Until the only thing that existed was the man in her arms, filling her, sending her flying.
"Valerie."
Flesh against flesh, searing. And then the world exploded, crashing around her. Justin's mouth closed over hers, swallowing her screams as he thrust. Once, twice. Once more, their bodies melded as one, their groans swallowed by the other.
Sensation exploded again, searing, intense. Waves crashed around her, over her, pulling her under, Justin's soft kisses and murmured words the only anchor she needed.
Val wasn't sure how much time had passed, didn't care, not when she was curled against the hard length of Justin's body, his arm wrapped so protectively around her. She turned her head, dropped a kiss in the middle of his chest, snuggled a little closer. His hand drew lazy circles on her back, trailed down her arm, the touch light and soft against her skin.
She wanted to close her eyes, drift off to sleep, wake up next him in the morning. But she couldn't, not yet. Val shifted, turning over so she could prop herself on one elbow, and looked down at him.
Her heart stumbled in her chest, took off at a crazy uneven pace. He looked so peaceful. Calm, at ease. His eyes were closed, his thick lashes fanned against his cheek, too long and dark for a man of his size but somehow, just right on him. His mouth was relaxed, one corner tilted just the tiniest bit,
Val pushed to her elbows, her eyes slowly focusing on the man kneeling between her legs. His shirt hung open, revealing the hard planes and dips of his sculpted chest and abs, the thin line of dark blonde hair that started at his navel and disappeared below the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes, so dark, filled with liquid heat as he watched her, his finger caressing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Higher, teasing, slowly moving higher still, so slow—
Val fell back, her hips surging forward as finally, finally he touched her, his finger running along her clit, up and down, again, over and over. He slid his finger inside her, slowly, teasing.
"You are so wet. So ready."
"Y-yes." God yes, please. She wanted him, needed him. Needed to feel him inside her, filling her.
"Not yet."
She heard the words through the haze of need, tried to focus, struggled to make sense of them. Then his mouth closed over, his tongue licking, tasting, stroking. Val sucked in a breath, her back arching, her hands clenching at her sides, fisting the comforter.
Too much. It was too much. She dug her heels into the mattress, groaned when Justin grabbed one leg and placed it over his shoulder, opening her even more. And his mouth, that wonderful talented mouth, drove her to the brink, held her at the edge until she wanted to beg, to scream, to promise whatever he wanted. Anything, as long as he'd send her flying.
His tongue stroked, teased, tasted, holding her on the edge. And then he slid a second finger inside her, his touch slow and deep.
Val exploded, the world around her shattering into bright shards, a rainbow of lights behind her closed lids. She screamed his name, or maybe it was just a moan, she didn't know, didn't care.
Nothing existed, nothing except the searing pleasure washing over her, around her, inside her. Over and over, never-ending.
The waves slowed, a little at a time, the shallow gasps of her breathing evening out. And then Justin was there again, a heavy weight between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing her, threatening to send her over the edge once more.
"Val."
She heard her name, tried to force her eyes open, the lids fluttering as her hands reached for him.
And then he was inside her, stretching her, filling her. She cried his name, wrapped her arms around him, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder as he thrust.
In. Out. Harder. Faster. Over and over. Sensation spiraled, swirled, pulling her under. Pushing away the rest of the world until they were the only two there.
Until the only thing that existed was the man in her arms, filling her, sending her flying.
"Valerie."
Flesh against flesh, searing. And then the world exploded, crashing around her. Justin's mouth closed over hers, swallowing her screams as he thrust. Once, twice. Once more, their bodies melded as one, their groans swallowed by the other.
Sensation exploded again, searing, intense. Waves crashed around her, over her, pulling her under, Justin's soft kisses and murmured words the only anchor she needed.
Val wasn't sure how much time had passed, didn't care, not when she was curled against the hard length of Justin's body, his arm wrapped so protectively around her. She turned her head, dropped a kiss in the middle of his chest, snuggled a little closer. His hand drew lazy circles on her back, trailed down her arm, the touch light and soft against her skin.
She wanted to close her eyes, drift off to sleep, wake up next him in the morning. But she couldn't, not yet. Val shifted, turning over so she could prop herself on one elbow, and looked down at him.
Her heart stumbled in her chest, took off at a crazy uneven pace. He looked so peaceful. Calm, at ease. His eyes were closed, his thick lashes fanned against his cheek, too long and dark for a man of his size but somehow, just right on him. His mouth was relaxed, one corner tilted just the tiniest bit,
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