Playing For Keeps

Perfection

JustinObeying Elise’s command, I strip out of my pants and boxer briefs in about three sec-

onds flat and join her on her bed. I’m so hard and eager, it’s almost embarrassing. I’m visualizing my arsenal of mental images to slow this train down— you know, like your grandma at the beach in a bi- kini or an old man walking out of the sauna at the gym, butt ass naked—to keep myself in check so I can hold out for longer than a teenage boy losing his virginity.

Thankfully Elise doesn’t seem to mind. She chews on her lower lip as her gaze tracks down over my chest and abs to where a certain part of my anatomy is more than a little excited to see her.

“Oh,” she says, smiling at me, as she reaches one hand out to lightly touch my cock. Even the slightest touches from her feel incredible.

Rubbing her palm along the length of me, Elise moves to my side where she perches on her knees.

Knowing we have all night to enjoy each other, well let’s just say, my body has plenty of ideas on exactly how we can spend our time.

She grabs a pillow and puts it behind me. “Lay down,” she orders, voice firm but still soft.

I shoot her a curious look. “I didn’t know you were so bossy in bed.”

She grins. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

That is a very true statement. I didn’t know that her tits were so perfect that I’ll have a hard time ever topping the image of her naked, or that she trembles so hard after she comes that I have to hold her to my chest until her shudders fade.

But, entertained by her, I lay back against the pillow she was thoughtful enough to provide and wait for what happens next.

I cock one eyebrow as I watch her palm me, sizing me up. But she’s in no rush, exploring my

body with light touches. “What’s your plan?” My voice is so husky, but shit, I’m trying to hold it all together. Grandma in a thong … fuck, that’s just wrong. And when she gazes with desire down at my cock again, I know I’ve lost the battle anyway.

Elise lifts one shoulder, considering my ques- tion. “I think I’ll start with oral, and then move on to …”

I place my hand on her upper arm, stroking her silky skin. “You don’t have to do that.”

She pouts. She actually fucking pouts. And my cock grows even harder.

“I mean, I would love for you to, but …”

She raises her eyebrows, waiting for me to con- tinue.

Oh fuck, she’s actually going to make me say it, isn’t she?

I clear my throat. “Uh, just. Given my size, that can be difficult.”

Unless she’s some type of deepthroating expert that I was unaware of.

And honestly? This isn’t usually a problem. Most girls aren’t interested in blowing me. Once

they see my size, and realize it’s not going to be easy to get their mouth around me, they just want a ride. Which is always fine with me. More than fine. But Elise’s determined expression is fucking ador- able. And making me impossibly harder. She tucks her hair efficiently behind her ears and sizes me up, weighing my straining cock in her palms.

I want to laugh and ejaculate at the same time. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before. Who knew sex could be so fun, so hot and amusing all at the same time? I’m having a damn good night and we’ve hardly just begun.

“Just use your hand,” I say, fingers skimming over her breasts.

“I want to taste you,” she says, a little more shyly this time.

Damn, I love how determined she is. I know I’m not going to deny her.

I stroke one hand through her hair, unable to stop touching her. “I want you to. So badly,” I croak out.

“Good. Then we’re on the exact same page.”

Using both hands, she slowly strokes up my length and lowers her mouth down to my tip at the

same time.

So far so good. She’s kissing and licking the head and damn. It’s an explosion of sensations all at once.

She traces her lips down the side, tasting and nibbling as she moves up and down.

I watch her work me over, learning her limits, learning the things that make me groan. It’s a won- derful treat to have her hot mouth all over me, and I lay back, one hand buried in her hair, as I turn myself over to the pleasure.

Then she takes me deeper, quickening her pace and my balls start to ache.

Oh sweet fuck. That feels so good.

I can’t stop touching her—running my hand along her shoulder, lightly gripping the back of her neck, arranging her hair so it’s not in her way—and Elise, God, Elise works me to the brink faster than I could have imagined.

“Oh, baby. Shit.” I let out a sigh of approval.

I’m in heaven. I know I should stop her, I want to be inside her when I come, but it’s too good, and it’s been so long, and I’m right at the edge, a groan rumbling deep in my chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Elise.”

I cannot come in her mouth. I have enough guilt about this entire thing. I can’t let myself do that on top of everything else. It feels like a sin I am not quite ready to commit.

I pull her mouth away just in time, and using both hands, she strokes me firmly as I come all over us both.

“Damn, girl,” I groan, somehow out of breath though I’ve done nothing but lay here. I pull her down for a kiss.

Elise giggles at my praise, kissing me back— on my lips, jaw, my chin. And then she paints one delicate finger through the sticky mess, a smile on her lips.

“Sorry about that.” I look down at the mess on my stomach.

“Are you kidding? I loved doing that for you.” And her sincerity is genuine—it’s written all over her face.

My heart squeezes in my chest. I kiss her once more and then I do the post-sex walk into her bath- room that’s normally so awkward, but it somehow feels different with her. It feels natural, and some-

how just, real.

After I wipe up and wash my hands, I re-join her on the bed. She’s pulled back the sheets and is lounging comfortably against the pillows. And best of all, she’s still naked.

“You look perfect like that. Don’t move.” I take a moment to admire her before I slip in beside her.