Playing the Polo Player Read Online Aria Cole

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“I can walk, you know,” she mutters between kisses.

“Really? Didn’t realize,” I reply.

She giggles and I can’t stop grinning. I move to the door off the living room, under the stairs. I don’t even have to open my eyes to know the number of paces to the bed. I lay her on the bed, crawling on top of her. To my surprise, she moves us to where she’s on top. My grin stretches to where my cheeks actually ache.

I love her confidence.

There’s an awkward moment for us to shrug off our bottoms and have a conversation about birth control, but we are laughing and kissing all the while. Her soft hand wraps around my member and I try to stifle my moan. I’m not used to being so turned on by even the slightest things from a woman. And it’s not like I’ve been in a terribly long dry spell or anything. It’s just her. There’s something about her that drives every nerve ending, every fiber in my being wild.

I feel her sink down onto me. There’s something so satisfying in knowing she’s this wet when I haven’t touched her sex. She wants me just as bad.

There’s no holding back the deep, loud groan of satisfaction that erupts in me at the sensation of her slick, hot flesh tightly wrapping around mine. With our lips apart, I gently move her to sit up more. I want to watch her. I want to bathe in her beauty as I have her like this.

There’s a deep pink shade to her cheeks as she places her hands on my chest to hold herself up. Her hips move up and down in a sweet, offbeat rhythm. There’s long, dark strands of hair that fall in her face from the movements. She looks like a painting, a true work of art as her plush lips hang slightly open, her warm brown eyes shyly lock with mine, and her breasts bounce gently.

I have to question if I’m actually awake or if this is some sort of celestial, perfect wet dream. Either way, I’m happy. I could stay here forever.

God, I’m too aroused by her. As soon as her hips increase speed, I can spot my orgasm on the horizon. One hand remains on her hip while the other moves to her sex. My fingers slip between her folds and move upward, carefully moving the hood up so that the pad of my finger connects with her clit. I hear a sharp breath sound from her and my eyes rake up her supple, perfect form until I once more lock eyes with her. I rub her without mercy, moving in tight little circles rapidly. There’s nothing more I want in this moment than to watch her cum.

Sweet little moans slip past her lips and her own movements quicken and become more jagged. It doesn’t take long to understand the determination in her eyes mixed with her hypnotic jerks and twist of her hips is her trying to get me off before I get her off.

We are racing to get the other to the finish line first. Our moans tangle in the air like our tongues just minutes ago. I’m cursing under my breath as I try to hold back my own climax to get her to hers. My bed is rocking from the fierceness of the movements. Just as her moans go up in pitch and her head slightly falls back, I feel my pleasure break through the dam of my self-control.

She rides me vigorously through the cascading waves of my own ecstasy, as well as her own. Fuck. I’ve never experienced anything like this. Never this intense, or quick, or perfect… I’m not ready to let this go, nor am I ready to lay here and analyze it all to hell. As soon as Luce climbs off of me and lays on the mattress next to me, I sit up.

“Nice room,” she comments with a little giggle. I hadn’t exactly given her a tour, had I?

“Thanks,” I reply as I scoot toward the edge of the bed. She starts to ask what I’m doing, but I position myself between her legs and place her thighs on my shoulders.

And my tongue collides with her moist, sensitive flesh, silencing her.

I’m going to take my time. I’ll stay just like this until I’ve siphoned every ounce of pleasure from her body. Luce will be spent, but want more. And I’ll be here to give it to her.

I am merely a humble servant, worshipping at her altar.

Chapter Nine

Luce

A Week Later

The feeling of his hands on my hips. His tongue between my legs. The sounds of his panting breath and lusty moans. The ache of my groin as the hours bled into the morning, but we still weren’t finished, and I didn’t want to be…


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