Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 523

"I thought you were upset with me."

"How can I stay mad at you when you apologized so sincerely?"

That pulled another smile out of me before I could stop it. I wanted to lean in and kiss her properly, and I was already moving to do it when my eyes landed on the bruise again, purple at the edges, sitting exactly where my fingers had put it. I sighed, pressed my mouth to her cheek instead, and said goodnight. Then I drew my leg out from around her and turned to the other side of the bed, rolling onto my belly with my arm under the pillow.

I did not get to settle.

She flipped me. I still do not know how she managed it, because she was half my weight and I never heard her move, but one moment I was on my face and the next I was flat on my back with her sitting on top of me, her thighs bracketing my hips, her palms planted on the mattress either side of my head, her face lowered until her lips were barely an inch from mine and her hair fell around us both like a curtain. Her knees were tight against my ribs. Heat came off the inside of her thighs, and lower down, where she was settled against me, there was something else entirely.

I bit my lip. "What exactly are you trying to do to me? Are you planning to take advantage of me in my own bedroom?"

The corners of her mouth curved. She laughed, low and quiet, and shifted her weight just enough to make her point.

"Something has been poking me since I sat down." She rolled her hips an inch, deliberately, and my whole body answered it. "I know exactly what it is."

I raised my brows. "So?"

"So I would rather get it over with now than have you sneak up on me later in the night and ruin my sleep."

"Enough." My voice came out rough.

She let me go with a wet sound and crawled back up my body, and when she settled over my hips again the heat of her came down on the head of my cock like a hand. She was soaked. I felt it, slick and hot against my skin, and when she reached down and took me in her fingers and dragged the head of me through her folds, up and back, up and back, coating me in her, my vision went white at the edges.

"Scarlett."

She smiled down at me, and then she lined me up and dropped. Her pussy took the whole length of me in one slow, deliberate fall, tight and slick and gripping me from root to tip, and she made no sound except a long breath through her nose. Then she planted her hands on my chest and started to move.

She rode me like she had something to prove. Slow at first, grinding down in small circles so I could feel her clit dragging along the base of my cock with every pass, and then faster, her tits swaying with the motion, her nipples hard enough to catch the light from the window. I got a hand on each of them and squeezed, and she gasped and arched and pushed herself further into my palms. Every time she came down on me there was a wet, obscene sound between us, and every time she lifted, the drag of her pussy along my shaft made me want to grab her hips and slam her back down.