Page 97 of End Game

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her, as my finger dances along the waistband of her panties.

“I’m still clothed,” she reminds me, and I smile, because she is so perfect and mouthy and just—I fucking love her.

Ducking my head, I press a soft, lingering kiss over the top of her mound before I move towards the inside of her thigh. Nuzzling softly, I run my finger over her center, above her underwear. She twitches.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, I peel her panties down, revealing her to me. She’s pretty and pink and perfect, covered in a few days’ growth of stubble. I like that she’s not perfectly groomed. I like that I’m the only one who gets to see her like this. I press a soft kiss to the hood of her clit as I strip away her underwear, flinging it aside.

Diana sighs, spreading her legs for me, and I maneuver my way until I’m propped up on my belly, her legs draped over my shoulders. My hands on her hips, I lower my head and taste her.

Taking my time, I explore her, licking and nuzzling and sucking. I spread her lower lips and draw the bud of her clit into my mouth, sucking firmly. She lets out a soft sigh, her hands threading through my hair. She directs me down a little and over to the left, and as I find that spot, she tilts her hips into my face and grinds onto me, searching for more.

When I ghost my finger along the seam between her legs, she makes a needy sound deep in her throat. She’s hot and wet, and when I circle my finger over her entrance, she tightens her grip in my hair.

“Touch me,” she demands, a bit breathlessly. I’m all too happy to oblige her.

Slowly, I work my finger inside of her. She’s tight, so tight it nearly makes me dizzy. But this isn’t about me. I scrape my teeth over the bud of her clit, and she twitches, pulling on my hair. Licking and sucking, I give her the pressure she wants as I move my finger, learning her silky velvet walls.

“Inside,” she says.

I slip a second finger inside of her, rotating and scissoring. She gasps.

“Inside,” she says again. “I want you inside of me.”

Hold up. Wait a second.

“Dee…” I look up at her, a question on my face.

She rises onto her elbows. “I need you inside of me.”

That’s not what this is about. We agreed to oral. We agreed to a blowjob. We did not agree to full on intercourse.

Sex with Dee? Yeah, my cock jerks to life at the idea. It would be great. It would be fantastic. Explosive. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

No. What I want with her is a life together, a future. Many evenings of this, not just one.

“I’m sober. I’m consenting. I want sex,” Diana says firmly. “If you’re not interested, I understand.”

“I’m not not interested,” I admit. I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “It’s a big step.”

“You’re eating me out. Your fingers are inside of me right this very second,” she reminds me, as if I’m not intimately aware. She clenches around my fingers, and my cock twitches at the idea of being inside of her. “It’s not that big a step.”

We’ll have to agree to disagree there.

I work my fingers in and out of her. I find that spot inside of her that makes her go crazy, and when she gasps and sinks back against the pillows, I lower my head again and suck at her in earnest.

Diana rides my hand, rides my face, until her entire body tenses and then she releases. The moan is ripped from her throat as she clenches around my fingers, drenching my hand. I don’t let up until she releases my hair and twitches her hips away.

I meet her eyes. “You sure about this?”

She’s breathing hard, her skin flushed and dewy. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“On your hands and knees,” I tell her, giving her a light swat on the ass.

She scrambles to comply, rolling over and propping herself up. Reaching for my bedside drawer, I pull out a condom and a bottle of lube. She’s wet, practically dripping, but a little extra lubrication never hurt anyone.

With her on her hands and knees in front of me, I slip two fingers inside her again, and she groans, her head hanging down between her shoulders.

“Fuck, Barrett,” she says, her walls clenching around me.