“Mmm. And you’re home for the next month?”
“Four whole weeks.” The Steel’s home opener against DC is next week. We have three more games after that, followed by a bye week. We’ll have an away game before we end the regular season at home with our final two matches.
Interview requests aren’t slowing down, but I’ll be closer so I can play in her guts and sleep next to her shadow.
I sit on a stool and pull her into my lap. “Ready for another round, or do you want to do something else?”
“I’m ready for another game.”
“Alright. There’s an arcade not too far from here. We could also try an escape room, but you’re saving us.” Miriam’s hand strokes my thigh through my jeans. “Chuck E. Cheese maybe? There were a few coupons in the mail—Miriam. This is a dick-free date night.”
Out in public with a dick print that’s about to rip a hole through my pants is as maniacal as she is.
I grunt when she rocks her hips into my erection and presses her mouth to my ear. “I never agreed to that.”
“I’m trying to be good,” I grit. “I don’t want you to think I only care about sex.”
“I know you love me,” she says with a gentleness in her voice that rivals her grip on my leg. “There’s nothing to prove except your stamina.”
“Bite your tongue. Are you finishing that?” I point at her red wine and pull her to her feet when she shakes her head. “Stamina. Bring your ass.”
We’ll see who’s laughing when we get back to her place.
“Bye!” Miriam waves to Sarah and Jimmy. I’m halfway to the door with her wrist in my grip.
“Pack a bag and bring your vitamins. You’re staying with me this weekend.” In my bed, possibly tied to it if she keeps it up.
Her smirk teases her dimples. “It’s already waiting by the door.”
“I created a monster,” I mumble.
“No. You unleashed one.”
Chapter 44
Miriam
There is no such thing as “good luck pussy,” but I’m bouncing on Antonio like my coochie will get him to the playoffs.
“You’re going to be late,” I heave, out of breath from using leg muscles I never use.
Less than two weeks was all we needed to christen every surface and corner in both of our houses. I’m pretty sure we did it in a day and a half. Engineers are curious by nature. It’s a foundational trait I’ve put to good use. I understand the process of sex, but the beauty is in the complexities I’ve been soaking up, along with my sheets.
Continuous learning has been my foreplay, and I’m going for straight A’s.
“I’ll leave right after,” Antonio says through clenched teeth. “Just like that, Doe.Shit.” His hands grip my hips to guide me up and down his length, which is slicked with my juices. His head lifts to lap a nipple before he pulls it into his mouth. I press my hands into his chest and grind down.
Cowgirl has quickly become a top-three position, second to missionary and my thighs spread for backshots. I lean back to cup his balls.
“Fuck, I love you, girl!” Playing with his testicles is a tip I read about, and it’s paying off.
I love watching Antonio and his reaction to my body. The way his lips widen and his penetrating stares. How he’s tuned into my needs, studying me for my pleasure.
“You feel sogood,” I moan, my back arched and hips steadied over his steel as I make it disappear.
Today’s leg power is sponsored by yours truly. Antonio is happy to be along for the ride so he doesn’t cramp before today’s first home game. I swear he mentioned no physical activity the day of or before, but we broke that rule. It’s a miracle we haven’t broken his headboard.
Speaking of the headboard.
