The Seduction Game

Right now there was just this. Him. Her. The soft notes of music coming from the other room and the pleasure that was soon to fill them both.





Chapter Eighteen


Will started on her breasts. His tongue explored every possible inch of them—the peaks, the falls, the dips, the curves. And her nipples, dear Lord, did he give them attention. Taking them, one after the other, into his mouth, sucking them, running his tongue along them and even…yes…His teeth grazed against the very tips and the effect was instantaneous. Tingles raced from her breasts all the way down her stomach and between her legs. She arched her spine, hands splayed against his shoulders as he swiped his tongue from one nipple to the other.

His tongue traced a slow path along her rib cage, before dipping to her belly button and lower still. Her dress was still pooled around her waist, stopping him from going any further, and ever so gently Will pushed her back onto the bed, so that she was lying on her back.

In one smooth move he pulled the dress off her. “Jesus Christ, Kate, do you have any idea what the sight of you does to me?”

She shook her head, mute, as he took the tiny scraps of material she was trying to pass off as panties and dragged them down her thighs. Kate wanted to close her legs, the embarrassment that she’d worked so hard on all week rearing its head. But this was Will. The man who had been so patient, who’d known, despite her protestations to the contrary, that she had not been ready, and who’d spent all week stoking her desire until she almost exploded with it.

She had no need to be embarrassed in front of him.

He wanted her. Desired her. Maybe not forever. But for now. There was absolutely no mistaking the emotion in his eyes, or the bulge in his pants. This was going to freaking happen. She wanted it, more than that—she needed it, and so she allowed her legs to relax, to open up and Will groaned as she was bared to him, the panties no more.

“I knew you’d be blond,” he whispered. “I imagined it constantly. Imagined running my fingers through your curls.”

And he did just that, tracing a pattern from her pelvic bones to the very top of her folds. His finger dipped in, lightly, gently, taking some of the moisture before bringing it up to her clitoris.

He circled her, his finger caressing slowly and Kate moaned, the sensations so intense she almost closed her legs again. Almost but not quite. Instead she grasped the bedsheets, the cool cotton crinkling between her fingers.

“That’s it,” he said. “Just relax for me.”

His breath tickled her, in the exact same spot that his finger was moving and Kate practically swooned when he lowered his head to blow gently on her clit. The dual sensations of his finger moving around and around and his breath were almost too much. But they were nothing compared to the tingles that came when his tongue licked across her bud, or when his thumb entered her.

She moaned. Her body bucked, and her head swam. Up and down he licked, in and out his thumb went, and it was just so…intimate…so constant that the sensations built to the point where Kate could not think straight. She gasped and she wiggled and all the while she was desperate for something else, something more.

“Will, please,” she begged.

He pulled away, stood a moment, and then joined her on the bed. He was naked now and for the first time she got to feel the full length of him against her. Feel his dick prodding her belly, his hard muscles enveloping her. It excited her beyond reason, made the throbbing intensify deep inside. If she’d had any doubt before, it was long since gone. She wanted Will so much. So badly.

“You’re ready,” he whispered, running a finger along her nipple. “And I’m on the edge. The rest of the promise will have to come later.”

“Later?”

“Round two.”

He grabbed a packet from the bedside table, ripped it open, and Kate watched in both interest and agony as he rolled the condom onto his dick. He was hugely erect, the tip already moist. Kate wanted to sit up and lick that moisture, to taste him the way he’d tasted her, but he gave her no chance. He settled himself between her thighs, nudging them apart and, as she imagined round two, of tasting him, he entered her.

It was one hard thrust, because of course, he didn’t know. She hadn’t told him and instantly Kate was pulled out of her desire-fueled haze. The pain was so sharp, so shocking, and made all the worse by the fact that her body was panting for what he had just given her, that she couldn’t help the little shriek that fell from her lips.

“Katie, no…Jesus Christ, no….” The words were wrenched from Will, the shock in his voice so obvious that Kate gripped his shoulders, not even sure what to do.

He made to pull back out, and she was almost tempted to let him. Her body wanted him out. Wanted a chance to recover from the pain but at the same time it wanted him to stay. Wanted him to thrust again. She moved slightly, and though it hurt just a little, already the pain was beginning to fade and Will? He was trembling, so obviously keeping himself in check, the arms in his muscles corded tight, little beads of moisture on his forehead…

“Again,” she whispered. “Do it again.”

“No. Kate. No.” He found her gaze, and she quivered at the look he gave her. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why?”

She swallowed. “I didn’t want it to make a difference.”

“Well, it would have,” he said, and her heart thudded, a nasty weight pressing down on her chest.

“Will….”

“I would have started like this,” he whispered and then he did move, slowly, gently, carefully. His length shifted inside her, teasing her inside walls, making her nerve endings come alive.

Relief filled her then, the weight disappeared, and the pain was imperceptible now, nothing more than background noise. Kate pressed a kiss on Will’s lips, one he eagerly returned, and together they began to move.

Will was big, in truth maybe too big for someone’s first time, but Kate matched him thrust for thrust, determined to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. To let the tingles have their way, to race all over her skin. She had no idea how long they danced for, how long it took for the tingles to start coalescing, to build into a low thrum, but on it went. On and on and she panted and moaned and Will whispered her name, kissed her lips, her neck, nibbled her ears.

“It feels so good,” she cried. “So good.”

“Kate I…” Will paused, groaned, and kissed her again. “I’m going to make it even better.”

And he did by resting his weight on one elbow, and slipping a hand between them. He rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts, caressing and coaxing it. When Kate’s orgasm hit, it did so without any real warning. One moment she was panting, Will moving faster and faster inside her, his big body covering her, his hand trapped between them, and it was unlike anything Kate had ever known. The most intense sensation she had ever felt. It started low in her stomach, deep in her core, before spreading out and racing through her entire body. She cried out, might even have screamed, and still it continued. The tingles came in waves, one after the other, all the way from her fingertips to her toes and she gloried in it. Couldn’t even begin to believe that she’d waited so long to experience it.

“That’s it, Katie. Come for me. Let me feel you.”