Pitched Off- Leah Williamson

Chapter 15

I kiss along her jaw, inching closer to her neck, tracing my tongue over her skin, her pulse heavy and strong under me. Slowly, I run my fingers down the side of her arm to her hand, instantly her fingers intertwine with my own. I pull on the hairband that is loosely holding her hair back, letting her blonde hair cascade down and frame her face.

I can't help but breathe heavily over the sweet spot of her neck, as my nerves start to kick in. I spin her around as I begin to walk her backwards towards my bed.

My body on top of hers as she falls down onto the mattress, my hand still locked with hers pinned by the side of her head.

"Let me." I whisper looking down at her, my hair falling around my face. I watch her take a deep breath as she nods her head.

My hand slides between our bodies, down her shorts. Her eyes shut tight as I make gentle circles over her clit. The faintest of groans falling from her parted lips.

Her hips shift ever so slightly as her back arches to push herself against my hand, building up a much-preferred pressure.

Using her free hand, she pulls me by my neck down into a kiss which starts to escalate quickly as she glides her tongue against my bottom lip. She barely pushes her way through when her mouth falls open wider, a sweet moan interrupting her attempt to prove her dominance.

"Y/N." She breathes out shakily, a broken moan following soon after. The way her hips move eagerly as her nails dig into the back of my neck tells me she's close. I slow my pace, moving my fingers lower, until they line up perfectly with her entrance. I take my time as I push two fingers inside of her easily, her arousal spilling over my hand as I do so.

Her back arches off the bed as her head buries into the white duvet. Her chest rises and falls frantically, her lip is pulled between her teeth while sweat glistens over her forehead. She's close.

"Hold it." I tell her softly.

I continue to curl my fingers with each push, grazing over her g-spot skillfully. "Mph." She shakes her head.

"Hold it." I tell her again, this time much more firmly. She continues to shake her head softly as her moans grow louder so I slow my pace until I finally slip my hand out.

I climb off of her, leaving her breathless on my bed aching for me. The amount of power that I hold right now is nothing short of ethereal. "I will be back in a second, strip."

"Where do you get off thinking that you can tell me what to do?" She retorts, still laying breathlessly on my bed.

With one hand on the side of the door frame I turn my head over my shoulder to look behind myself at the woman threatening to challenge me. "If you want to finish, and guessing by your previous actions you do, you'll do as I say."

As I walk away, I hear her mumbling curses in my name, barely audible, but still nice to hear that she thought of me. When I return, she's exactly how I asked her to be, her golden skin laid over my white sheets, a sight of utter beauty. In my hand is a champagne bucket and my finest bottle. Two tall flute glasses in my other hand.

She holds herself up on her elbows, which are buried deep into the mattress. Her body is unbelievably perfect.

"Tu es très belle." I smile.

She lifts a brow "French?" she questions with a smile, clearly understanding a little bit of what I had said.

"Took a couple classes in high school and college."

She shakes her head, "To help you pick up girls?"

I slowly eye her up and down, taking in every inch of her body, "Only the ones I like."