Page 66 of Play Me

The expression on his face changes again, and I wish I could peer inside his mind and hear his thought. The sky mimics his face and changes from burnt orange and almost neon pink to the various shades of dark before slipping into night.

Eventually, he gets up and holds out his hand to me.

“Come with me.”

I slide my fingers against his palm without hesitation. “Where are we going?”

He tugs on my hand and pulls me to me feet, spinning me around, burying his face against my neck. I shiver as he breathes, and the air wafts against the sweat on my skin.

“Into the bedroom. I need to be inside you.” He growls, dragging his tongue against the curve of my neck, pulling gently on the sleeve of my shirt to expose more skin.

My nipples harden instantly and he slides a finger down to play with the straining tip.

“Why?” I rasp, wanting to hear him voice his desire for me.

“Because you’re so brilliant, I need to be a part of you.”

Despite the heat of his words, I can’t help but feel my heart warm because of the sentiment. His finger on my nipples distracts me from any thoughts not related to what he’s doing, however, and my head falls back, my chest arching, my body using its movements to beg for more.

He spins me around again, so I’m facing him, and he drops to his knees in front of me. Pulling my skirt up to my hips, he buries his face against the cotton of my panties, the heat from his breath already drawing the moisture from my sex.

I run my fingers through his hair and rock my hips against his face.

“And what about me? Where am I going?” I ask him, knowing I’m already on my way.

“To heaven and back, baby.” He promises, as his fingers push my underwear to the side and he slips his tongue against the pulsing, aching bud between my legs.

And I did.

Again and again and again.