He pounds my pussy harder.
“Or maybe we come together,” he grunts, gripping my ass tightly.
Little white fireworks pop behind my pupils as I blissfully come hard and fast together with Rush. I lay splayed on my back with my arms extended wide and totally exhausted.
“That was something,” I say.
“Sure as shit was.”
“You are amazing in bed,” I readily admit out loud.
“So are you, Bird.”
“We probably should have tried this a long time ago.”
He grins and clasps my hand tenderly.
“Maybe we should have.”
We puff in silence for a moment longer, and then I turn my face to his.
“Rush?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Let’s do it again.”
Twenty-Eight
MIA
PRESEASON
I’m notsure how he talked me into it this, but Rush and I are driving to the practice field together in his gas guzzling, Fuji white, Range Rover instead of the green goblin. Admittedly, my car is a bit slower than his on the highway and maybe his seats are a kind of buttery, but I never thought I’d betray my little car like this. She’s been very good to me. I ain’t going to lie though, these couple of weeks living a pampered life with Rush has been something special.
He has a chef service that comes to his house, prepares him fresh meals (for both of us now) and then packages them per meal and per day, then puts them in the fridge or freezer for us to just in pop in the oven when we’re ready to eat. Every meal without fail has been delicious except for the butternut squash soup. I’m not a big fan of the weird orange vegetable, but Rush seems to love it.
It’s also been pleasurable to come home from a day of work and find that the entire house has been immaculately cleaned, not an item out of place, and nothing stolen (which was my first fear when Rush said a cleaning service would also have access to my stuff). I may not have much, but the few things I own mean the world to me, like the diamond earrings Rush bought me or my Grandmom’s hand-stitched initialed handkerchief.
Finally, and the grandest perk of all, is that when I get an urge to be touched, or held, or fucked… I’ve got in-house dick at my beck and call.
Phenomenal dick.
The way he bends and stretches me in unyielding positions and makes me come while I’m in them? He has no idea the power that he now yields over me now. I’m his sex slave and he doesn’t even know it. Some nights I have to talk myself down so that I’m not the one initiating sex all the damn time, because hey, a girl would like her bones jumped too.
“You want to stop for coffee?” he asks.
“They have all of that at the food commons at the training center.”
“Yeah, but we have to act like friends there. Here we can actually act like a normal couple.”
My heart melts just a little.
A normal couple.
Rush is the most romantic man I’ve ever met, and he isn’t even trying to be.
“Okay.”
