“Wow, that easy?”
“Try horny.”
I kissed down to her breast, taking her hardened tip in my mouth, rolling it with my tongue. Every noise I drew from her felt like both a reward and a torment.
My hand found the top button of her jeans, pushing the zip down. I needed her completely bare, like I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore. I’d spent an entire year waiting. For her to call, for us not to hate each other, for her to want me back. And now I had that, I refused to waste a single moment of it.
“It must have been so hard for you, catching a glance of the hickey,” I teased. “I know it will be for me. It already is, just watching you play.” I practically groaned at the thought. Her body, although relaxed, was still visibly strong, each muscle like rock underneath her soft skin, and watching her work it, whether it was on court, in the gym or on this goddamn bed drove me to insanity. “You look so fucking powerful out there.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. Smirking, she said, “Not so bad yourself.”
I crooked an eyebrow. “That’s all you’ve got for me?”
Her playful expression changed, something serious slotting into place as she kicked her shoes off, one by one. “You’re so fucking beautiful that it almost hurts. All the goddamn time.” Chloe whispered the words, her eyes on mine, as if they were a confession, somethingbetween the two of us only. “But when you play, it’s like watching art come to life.”
My limited control vanished, her words ringing in my ears as my fingers hooked on her jeans, pulling them off. I wanted to show her how she made me feel, wanted to wrap her legs around my neck and not stop until every knot in her body had come undone. Until I showed her exactly what I could do for her.
I was instantly rewarded with the sight of her muscular thighs, those teasing tan lines where sun-kissed skin met pale, a blessing from spending hours at practice. Throwing the jeans to the floor, I fell to my knees, pulling at the backs of her legs so she sat perched on the edge of the bed. She squealed again at the swift movement, propping herself up, her hair falling perfectly, chest rising, legs spread.
She looked like a fucking goddess.
I started with her calves. My fingers running up the length of strong muscle as she shivered slightly at the touch, a gasp leaving her mouth. I traveled further, every inch feeling like heaven to touch. Her eyes stayed trained on me, the hunger and lust deep in the heated gaze, her mouth parted.
I pushed her legs open, revealing the delicate lace thong that remained, and kissed along her inner thigh. One hand gripped tightly onto her leg, as if to anchor myself to her. There was a slight tremble in the grip, the edge of nerves eating at me.
What if she decided I wasn’t what she wanted after all?
What if I gave her everything I had, and it wasn’t enough?
What if I wasn’t enough?
But I looked up and found her gaze already on me. Her attention burned bright, scalding with the heat her eyes held. An unusual softness slackened her features, an expression I’d never seen directed towards anyone else except me. And my nerves disappeared.
This was different. She was different.
My fingers grazed against the lace, the tight knot of want pulling, even tightening, at the simple contact.
Deep, heavy breaths broke into quiet, hushed moans, each sound from Chloe a symphony. Pushing up, I kissed down her stomach, my fingers pulling the band of lace, using my last piece of strength to not immediately tear them from her.
“Fuck, Inés, I need you...” Chloe cried, her hands in my hair, pressing. I grinned against her, lowering myself again between her legs, her thighs pushed wide. I kissed up the inside of her thigh, teasing myself as much as her. Her hips pushed up, her fingers hooking on her thong, pushing it down.
My finger pushed the material down the rest of the way. It was taking every shred of self-control to stop myself from going too fast.
I wanted to bury myself in her. To run my tongue and suck like I did at the base of her neck. Have her legs pull me in deeper, feel her get wetter. Taste her.
Slipping the lace down her thighs, I threw the thong across the room, before taking in the sight. She was completely bare, laid out in front of me, her hand between parted legs.
Gorgeous. She was gorgeous, strong sculpted shoulders, long arms that currently sat between her thighs and, as she touched herself, a lazy grin across her face.
The sight alone could’ve brought me to the edge.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I wheezed. My hands worked at the halter neck of my dress, wanting to feel my skin against hers, pulling it down and leaving it like a puddle at my knees.
“Well, right now I’m showing you what you do to me,” she replied smugly as she moved her hand. “So, I imagine it’s something like this,” she gasped, sinking two fingers into herself.
My body slackened at the sight that was only reserved for my dirtiest dreams. But I leaned forward again, gently gripping the palm of her hand. With her eyes burning into mine, I pulled her fingers in between my lips, ran my tongue along them and tasted her, as if I couldn’t bear to let any go to waste.
Her legs spread open even further, needy and hungry for more. “Please, Inés.”
