Draw Play: A Sports Romance by Tia Lewis Page B

time. I had to be inside her. I had to be. She had to open herself to me.
    I ran a hand down her body, skimming her curves, taking her in. The narrow waist. The round hips. The firm thigh and calf. Then up again. My fingers caressed her, drawing sighs from deep in her throat.
    “Yes,” I whispered. “Let me make you feel good.”
    She whimpered then, visibly relaxed. I had her where I wanted her, and the thought made my cock throb again.
    I focused on her tits, burying my face between them. They were firm, round, ripe. I devoured them like a person starving, licking and sucking, listening to the way she moaned louder the harder I sucked.
    “Yes … Jake, please … yes…” Her head fell back, her eyes closed. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her perky nipple, and she gasped. I did the same to the other one, listening to her gasp again when I did.
    It was almost fun, seeing what else I could do to her. The other ways I could make her feel good. It wasn’t all about me, either. I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I knew I would. I ached already for the tight heat of her pussy.
    My hand roamed her legs, and she gasped the further up her thigh I went. The closer I got to her center, the louder she gasped. Then she whimpered, spreading her legs further. I wanted to dive into them but held back. If she was really inexperienced, she might not like that.
    Instead, I let my fingers do the work for me. I started by stroking the outside of her lips, where moisture glistened. I worked without looking, watching her face instead. Sometimes, I would take a quick lick of her nipple, or her neck, or earlobe. But all the while, my fingers stroked her smooth, slick skin.
    She opened her legs wider. “Please … p—please…!” She sounded desperate.
    I could understand why. I positioned myself against her, rubbing my aching cock on her smooth skin. I groaned, and she whimpered again.
    “Please, Jake!”
    “Please, what?” I let my fingers just skim the outside of her clit, and her hips left the bed.
    “Fuck!” she cried out then moaned continuously as I dipped inside to stroke her wet folds. I kissed her, sucking her lips, biting them gently as she moaned into my mouth. Meanwhile, I stroked her clit, strumming it, rubbing it, circling it. The closer she got to coming, the more desperate I was for her to come.
    “That’s it, baby,” I whispered. “I want you to come for me. I want you to scream so I can give you my cock.”
    “Yes!” she shrieked. My ears rang as she writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Then she shuddered, whimpering again, coming down.
    I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside. I got up and climbed between her legs while struggling with a condom. She opened them for me, inviting me inside. Her heat pulled at me, begging me to enter her. I lined myself up.
    “You ready?” I asked. It wasn’t vanity, it wasn’t dirty talk. I wanted to be sure she was okay.
    “Yes. Please.” She clasped her hands behind my neck and closed her eyes. I pushed forward, making her tense and gasp.
    I took it slow at first. She still needed time to adjust again. Whoever she had before hadn’t been as big as me. My ego didn’t mind that at all. She was so fucking tight. It was a struggle to keep from coming right away, as she gripped me like a vice, trying to milk me dry.
    “You feel so good.” She smiled, eyes still closed.
    I smiled, too. She had such a pure, simple way of enjoying what I did to her. She wasn’t porn-y. She didn’t try to pretend to be in the throes of passion the minute I slid into her. She went with me, letting me fuck her. She just enjoyed it. It was refreshing, and it made me appreciate it more, too.
    I started to grind, swiveling my hips in circles, making her moan. She liked that, so I kept it up. By the time I started taking her with long, deep thrusts, she was moving her hips in time with mine.
    “That’s right,” I groaned. “Show me how you like it.” I closed my eyes and