"What are you doing?"
"Oh, you know what I'm doing," he said as she shifted her hips. "Fuck," he groaned as he licked his lips. Her perfect pink pussy was glistening before him. He could look at it forever, but right now, he was going to do more than look at it. He pressed a kiss to each of her inner thighs. Taking his time, he traced the seam of her wet core. He was not going to rush this.
Slowly, he pressed the finger in as he pressed another kiss to her thigh. Then her hand fisted in his hair, and she guided his face right where she wanted it.
"Such a greedy girl," he said, looking up at her.
She gazed down at him, powerful yet soft. "Come one Rookie, show me my favorite skill."
"Yes, Boss," he said before he licked his tongue up the seam of her center before flicking it over her clit.
Then he got to work, doing what he did best, driving her to the edge and keeping her there until she let go. He licked and sucked as she ground against his face.When he could tell she was close to the edge, he slowed. Her hand twisted in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Don’t you dare stop. Murphy, please," she pleaded.
He loved it when she begged, but he wouldn't make her do it for long. He plunged his fingers into her, and he sucked her clit. Her head hit the cabinet behind her as she cried out. Her soft thighs squeezed his head.
"Fuck, Rookie. How did you get so good at that?" she asked, gazing down at him.
"You inspire greatness," he said as he stood and claimed her mouth before helping her down.
She straightened her leggings and made her way down the hallway. He paused, momentarily mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Then she looked over her shoulder and nodded towards the bedroom.
By the time he got there, she was already in her bathroom with her door closed. He looked around the room. Over the summer, he’d seen the inside of this bedroom multiple times, and had a good time every single one of them. But that seemed like a lifetime ago right now.
After their time at her grandmother's funeral, all the mysterious pieces had fallen into place. Seeing where someone is from can help to know who they are. Seeing how in charge she was there, it was no surprise she needed to be in control in her own life. But he was discovering she liked it when he took control, just for brief moments, but she did like it.
As he waited for her, he stopped to look at all the framed photos that covered her dresser. There were no family photos, except for Sydney, of course, which tracked. There was a picture of her and Sasha from the gala last year, the night that had changed everything, he thought as he smiled at the framed picture.
The bedroom door opened, and he turned to see her, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. There was Hillary, standing in the dim light of the bedside lamp in nothing but his jersey.
"Fuck," was the only word to escape his mouth.
"What do you think?" she asked as she ran her hands over her curves and did a small turn for him.
Before she could even complete the turn, he was there, kissing her and guiding her to the bed. He was going to lay her out and devour her again, but instead she pushed him down on the bed and kneeled before him, undoing the button of his pants.
A slow grin covered his face as he shifted his hips, and she pulled down his pants and tossed them to the side. She looked up at him as he gathered her hair.
"You are perfect," he said as she lowered her mouth and licked his dick before taking him into her mouth. His browscrunched as he watched her work. Then she popped off, looked at him, and smiled. He would never grow tired of the smiles on this serious woman's face. But as she got back to work, all thoughts left his mind.
She wrapped one hand around his cock and pumped him while she licked his head. It felt better than anything he could imagine. That was until her hand fell away and she sucked him all the way into her mouth.
"Fuck, baby, I'm going to come," he groaned.
This only caused her to suck harder and take him in deeper. With a groan, he let go and lost himself to the feel of her mouth on him.
When he was done, she sat back on her ankles and wiped her mouth.
"You are the hottest woman I've ever seen," he said with hearts in his eyes.
He pulled her to her feet and took in the sight of her in his jersey. He would give anything to have her in his jersey at his games. That wasn't their story. Hillary would be there, and she would look professional and devastatingly beautiful. But here he had her like this, and it was everything.
He spun her, taking in every dip and swell of her beautiful body covered in his name. His claim staked, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her onto the bed. She squealed before she giggled and fuck, it was perfect.
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