The Devil's Game by Alex Strong

slowly unzipped the dress with his other hand. The gown cascaded down around her to the floor, leaving her completely naked in the middle of his bedroom.
    “You mean to tell me,” he said, kissing her shoulder, “that this single article of clothing was the only thing between me and your exquisite body this whole evening?”
    She trembled as he kneeled down behind her, his lips leaving a hot trail down her back while his hands glided down her thighs. “That and the tux you’re still wearing,” she said, struggling to get the words out.
    “I’ll take care of that eventually,” he said. “I want to torture you a while longer.”
    “And how do you plan to do that?” she asked breathlessly as he stood up again, and she turned to face him.
    “By taking my sweet time with you,” he said before kissing her.
    As their tongues danced, Karina worked at the buttons of his shirt. Why did there have to be so many of them? Damien came to her assistance by simply ripping the last of them open, and after she helped push it off of him, he wrapped his arms around her. His chest was hot and hard against hers and it wasn’t enough. She wedged her hands between them, trying to get at his zipper, but he stopped her by picking her up until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Nice to know his muscles weren’t just for show. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, he managed to pull the covers back with one hand before dropping her onto the bed. He kicked off his shoes and socks as quickly as possible and then climbed on the bed, still wearing his pants.
    “You forgot something,” she said, trying to work at his pants again when he straddled her, placing his hands on either side of her.
    “I told you,” he said, kissing her neck while moving his waist down away from her reach. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
    She groaned as his kisses moved down to her chest. And then she closed her eyes, running her hands through his soft hair as he sucked on one breast, then the other. His mouth didn’t stay at it for long before continuing its path south, and Karina spread her legs, knowing exactly what he planned to do.
    “Oh,” she moaned as his fingers opened her up, allowing easier access for his tongue. The pleasure of it made her delirious, and she found herself pushing harder against his mouth.
    “Don’t stop,” she whispered, and he responded by licking and sucking even harder until—for the second time that night—she was coming for him.
    To her disappointment, he stopped, cutting her orgasm short.
    She propped herself up on her elbows as he slid off the end of the bed, and she watched him remove his pants with difficulty due to the erection burdening him.
    “Does this mean you’re done torturing me?” she asked.
    “Not quite,” he said with a grin. “Roll over.”
    She did gladly, eager to see what else he had in store for her. With her cheek on the pillow, she waited until she felt his mouth on her calf. Slowly he worked his way up her legs, a kiss here, a nip there, until he reached her ass, where he sank his teeth a little harder, just enough to make her moan. His lips grazed her back up to her neck and she felt the weight of him on top of her, felt his erection against her. One of his hands slipped under her hips until his fingers found just what they were searching for as he buried his mouth into her neck.
    “God you taste good,” he said into her ear and she tried twisting beneath him, unable to take it anymore. She wanted Damien in her again
    He moved off of her and she rolled onto her side so that she could face him, bringing her mouth to his. As her tongue slipped past his lips, he cupped her face with one hand and she pushed him onto his back, throwing her leg over his waist. She slid down onto him, and both his hands moved to her hips, where she could feel his fingers pressing tightly into her flesh. It wasn’t long before she felt another orgasm building within her and she sat up, digging