Page 7 of Playing for Keeps

We fit, the two of us. Perfect in every way. The sweet slide and withdrawal like it was meant to be. She cried out again, her body strangling me as it clenched once more. And I couldn’t hold back as she called out my name.

I fucked her harder, my cock deep in her core. I pulled at her thigh, lifting her leg, angling just right. It was torture, the way her body sucked me in. It was agony as my balls pulled up. Lightning zipped along my spine, and I pumped harder as she clutched at my back. Each whisper of my name just egged me on. Each scratch of her nails against my skin sent another shot of lightning across my back.

Then the stars came out of the blackness, the frenzy inside of me blasting out. I filled her, shooting hot streams of cum into her cunt, spilling myself into her until she couldn’t take anymore.

The hard pumping slowed, though I couldn’t stop. I was a glutton for punishment and her sweet body was my vice. My fingers smoothed over her, from her neck down to her clit, and she jerked against me, her body spasming again.

“Vinny,” she whimpered one last time. And I stilled inside her, settling in. “God, that was...”

“Amazing?”

A quiet chuckle flowed through her, and I could feel the vibrations in my dick. “Amazing. Fantastic. Absolutely magnificent.”

I greeted her smile with one of my own, then bent to kiss her, swiping my tongue into her mouth. When what could have been hours had passed, when our breathing was hard and we broke apart, I pulled my dick from her sweet pussy, and we both groaned at the loss.

“Thank you for staying,” Jen told me as she snuggled into my side.

“Thank you for letting me,” I told her as I gathered her up in my arms.

Her breathing slowed, and then so did mine. And we fell together, a perfect match.

2

Vinny

The sun dripped down from the sky, casting a wave of heat over the beach. Jen’s body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, her tanned skin tinted pink. I smoothed a hand over her leg, rising over the curve of her ass and down the dip of her back, coming to rest on her shoulder, feeling the hum of happiness in my veins as I did.

The past two months, with her in my life, had been the best I’d ever had.

“Time to wake up, love,” I murmured in her ear before pressing my lips to her cheek.

She stirred, rising slowly, turning a sleepy smile my way. “Hey you.” Jen lifted her chest off the lounger, reaching to place a hand on my cheek. Only, when she rose, her bikini top didn’t come with her, giving me a view of her gorgeous breasts.

“Whoa.” I grabbed for her, twisting her into my body, settling in beside her on the chair as her breasts pillowed against my chest.

“Vin!” A giggle bubbled out of her, but it was cut short by her quick gasp.

“Why don’t we give you a moment,” said a deep voice from behind my back.

Hugging Jen to me, I tossed over my shoulder, “Yeah, that’d be great.”

My girl pulled back only slightly, her breasts still covered by the open flap of my shirt. “Who was that?” she asked, voice weak, her face scrunched up as if her embarrassment caused her physical pain.

I pulled back farther, peering down between us at her naked breasts, only for Jen to swat at my arm. Drawing my eyes up to hers, I pulled her closer, hands working to secure her top around her back. “A friend,” I told her, dropping a kiss to her neck. “I ran into him at the boardwalk and wanted to introduce you. Now,” I said, kissing her again, “I just want him to go away.”

“Mmm,” she groaned, tilting her head to the side. “I could live with that.”

It was my turn to swat her, my hand landing on the side of her ass. She peered up at me through her lashes, this devilish little smile on her face.

“What?”

“You,” I said before pressing a kiss to her lips. “You’re perfect.”

Her hands cupped my cheeks, her mouth pressing to mine. My tongue drew a line along the seam of her lips, and she opened, waiting for my tongue to touch hers, waiting as I nibbled and sucked at her lips, teasing the girl as she wiggled in her seat.

It took everything in me not to scoop her up in my arms and drag her back to our suite, caveman-style. It wasn’t the first time I’d done it this week. Jen in my arms was my new favorite treat, the girl the balm for every ache in my soul.

And something told me, this week had given her the soothing she needed after the bite she’d left behind.