Her fingers run down my abs as she raises her hips, but then she hesitates and looks at me.
“Are you sure?” she asks. I see the hint of concern behind her eyes.
If I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure. I feel like this woman is about to claim me body and soul, and I’m going to be a husk when she eventually gets tired of using me like this. But while my brain hesitates the rest of me aches to be inside her, and something deep inside my chest knows I need her.
“Absolutely.” I grin at her.
She slides over me one more time, testing me before she finally takes me, and I am not prepared for how good she feels. Just the feel of her around me makes me lose all focus. Her pace is agonizing at first, toying with me like she had before until I reach forward and slide the pad of my thumb over her clit, teasing her in return, and she finally gives me more.
“You feel so good,” she confesses, biting down on her lower lip.
She feels like fucking sunshine on a late fall day, the ball on a touchdown route, and 50,000 people shouting my name all wrapped in one. Like she was made especially for me. Like I can’t live without her.
She feels like she owns me.
But I can’t say that, so instead I just watch her, trying to memorize everything about this moment. Her pace picks up and her eyes shutter completely.
“You gonna come for me, gorgeous?”
She nods, and I use my thumb to match her pace as I watch her crash over the edge, her little gasps like lightning to my cock. I slide my arms around her, flipping her gently onto her back as she rides out the aftershocks and take her faster and harder than before. Her legs wrap around me, and her fingers go to my back, the pressure of them urging me on. She cries out my name, and it’s just enough to send me over after her. I come harder than I have in my life, my arms and legs weak in the wake of it, and I feel more spent than I do after a game. I bury my face in her neck, kissing her several times before I pull out of her.
She lets go slowly, like she’s waking up and hadn’t realized how tightly she’d been holding on. I use the opportunity to give her a moment, and fuck, maybe me too, getting rid of the condom before I climb back into bed next to her. She’s sitting up, reaching for the jersey and then pulling it down over herself. And she’s so silent, it scares me.
“Violet?”
“Hmm?”
“You good?”
“Yeah, just… Wow. You know?” She’s quiet, but she looks back at me over her shoulder, her hair falling down over my name on the back of the jersey and her lips pull up on one side into a half smile.
“I mean definitely seeing you putting my name on you after.” I smirk to hide the worry I feel.
She grins but she still reaches for the panties on the bed, and I slide my hand over hers to stop her. She looks at my hand and then up at me, an unspoken question.
“You’re not going to let me keep them? Have the full teenage dream experience?” I keep teasing her, hoping she’ll relax.
She blushes though, and I feel guilty for it.
“Hey.” I lean forward, bringing her chin up to get her to look at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She shakes her head. “Was just going to go back to my room.”
“Or you could stay here. We could watch something?”
She gives me a skeptical look.
“I mean yeah. I might be hoping for another round later. Joss is gone, and I want to see how loud I can get you to say my name, but we can also just watch something if you want.”
“Cute, but you don’t strike me as a second-time type.” She stands and starts to head for the door.
“Violet.” I grab my pants and throw them back on.
She turns just as she hits the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I told you.” She says it like I’m being unreasonable and now, now my heart is starting to race. I can feel the panic setting in.
