My wish is fulfilled. He’d stopped to roll on a condom, though I have no idea where he’d gotten it from. His hands are pulling my thighs up around him, my hands around his back on instinct. Then he’s inside me, thrusting into me against the wall, his mouth dipping to devour my nipple again.
I was ready to come before he’d started. Now it’s happening over and over. My head tilts back against the wall, and I scream out his name, this time for the real person and not for the vibrator that will never live up to this. I feel his release as he drives deeper into me, and I come again with him. He kisses me and lowers me slowly to the floor while he pulls out.
“Fuck, Harps. We aresodoing that again. Multiple times.”
I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh at that. There was a part of me, that little part that loves to throw intrusive thoughts into my head, that thought he’d be done with me now that he’s had me. I’m so glad to hear him say that’s not the case.
Chapter 9
Taylor
I feel like I’m flying. This is better than anything I’ve ever felt on the field, and that’s saying something. I don’t really know what to do with it. We laid in Harper’s bed after I fucked her against the wall and talked about our lives. She told me about wanting to get her MBA one day and how party planning can lead to great networking.
I’m so impressed with her in a lot of ways. So, we move to the kitchen where I can properly feed her. She absolutely deserves my famous cheesy omelet, cooked in my boxers and nothing else. She stands against the counter, eating shredded cheese off the cutting board in her panties, topless. It’s not easy to concentrate on the omelets while she does that. She drops some of the cheese on her chest, and I can’t help myself anymore.
I turn off the stove and take her in my arms, running my tongue up the middle of her chest to get that cheese. Of course, I don’t stop there. With one swift move, I lay a dish towel down on the other side of the counter and hoist her up onto it. My lips are on her nipple again, my hand on her other one, my fingers pushing aside her panties to be inside her again.
Then my fingers are up at her chest, both hands on both breasts, and I’m dipping my head between her legs. She scoots forward obligingly and opens her knees to me. She’s dripping wet all over again, making me need to taste her. My mouth is on her, tongue thrusting inside and stroking her walls as she braces herself on the counter with her back arched. I work her nipples while I taste her further. She pushes forward, grinding herself into my face. I love it. I fucking love every drop of her.
I suck her clit, and she cries out, coming all over me. I’m not done, though. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with her. My tongue is inside her again. I move one of my hands down to circle her clit with my thumb while I lick her every way I can. She has her own hands on her nipples now, moaning as she comes over and over again.
I lick her cum out of her, move her soaking panties back into place, then help her down off the counter.
“Ready for that omelet now?” I ask.
She leans against the counter, and I know it’s hard for her to stand at this point. She just smiles a crooked smile at me.
“Let’s take these back to bed,” I suggest.
I take both plates and walk to the bedroom, looking behind me to make sure she’s following. We eat quietly and drink the water bottles I’d also grabbed on the way back here from the kitchen.
“How am I going to be able to stand being without you for three whole days next week?” I question.
“What do you mean?” She puts her plate down on her nightstand.
“We have an away game. I have to be there, of course, and that means spending hours travelling with my sweaty teammates instead of being in this bed with you.”
“I see.” Her head is down, and she won’t look at me.
“Hey, Harps. Come on, I won’t be gone long, and I promise you I’ll be thinking of you the whole time.”
“Even when you’re on the field?” she quietly asks.
I can see her slight smile though she’s still looking down at her sheets.
“Yes, even when I’m on the field. The guys are gonna love that.”
She giggles. I love that sound. Almost as much as I love the sound of her moaning out my name.
“Let’s make a date for another workout for Monday. I imagine after tonight you’ll need some time to recover.”
“Oh? You think very highly of yourself after one fuck, Taylor the Torturer.”
I smirk at her. “What makes you think I’m leaving here after just one?”
I can see her blushing. Then, she’s on me again and we’re kissing. Thankfully, I had more condoms in my pants pocket. Wishful thinking, I guess, but it paid off. I pull off her panties and feel that she’s wet all over again, and I’m ready for her.
I turn her over and spread out her knees in front of me, pushing her down so her face is in the pillows. I don’t waste any time taking off my boxers and getting the condom on so I can thrust into her from behind. I last a lot longer this time, having gotten that first frenzied orgasm out when I first got here.
