Her hand travels the span of my chest, down across my stomach, and doesn’t stop until she curls her fingers around my already hard dick.
“I see you’re awake then.”
She hums. Her hair’s stuck to her face and my chest, and she’s got smudged eye makeup that she couldn’t remove with her wipes before bed, but she’s still the most beautiful creature in the world, maybe the whole universe. “Awake, and hungry.” She pumps my cock twice with a tight hand.
How can she still want more? I’m not complaining. I fucking love how needy she is.
She disappears under the blankets, and before I can say a word, she’s wrapped her sexy mouth around my dick, and she’s sucking me like it’s her job.
“Fuck. Rhiannon. Fuuuuck.” I stab my fingers into her hair but let her control the pace and rhythm. Her head bobs up and down, and her hand cups my balls like they’re precious gemstones she has to protect at all costs.
My cock’s still sensitive and tender from all the action last night, but the way her tongue laps against the delicate skin drives me toward a release I wasn’t expecting when I opened my eyes.
My hips jerk when she flutters her tongue, and they buck harder just as she hollows her cheeks. By the time her thumb circles my taint, I’m seeing stars and mumbling streams of curse words.
I’ve never had anyone near my ass before, but with her gentle fingers stroking the most intimate parts of my body, she’s completely in control. And I’m okay with it.
There’s no time to warn her. An orgasm hits like a fucking freight train and winds me in a matter of seconds. My muscles go taut, my limbs tingle, and even when she accidentally bumps my residual limb with her shoulder, the slice of pain doesn’t ruin this moment for me.
She kisses her way up my body, then dots soft pecks across my jaw to my earlobe, which she nibbles. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to knock you. I was trying to be careful.”
I nod. “A little, but it’s okay. It’s settling down.”
“I’m sorry.” She settles her head on my chest. “You’d think I’d have better spatial awareness.”
That draws a chuckle from me. “Ghosty will undoubtedly take knocks over the years. I can’t say I get used to it, but it doesn’t take the air from my lungs with the same force as it did when I was first learning to live with my amputation.”
She nods, tracing her finger around my nipples, down to my belly button, and back up the length of my torso.
“Can we talk about something?” It’s probably not the best time to talk about my story, but time’s ticking, and I’m so warm and fuzzy that I feel like this is a safe space.
“I love you, too.” She looks up as I look down, and my chin collides with her head. “Fuck. We need to get better at this.” She smiles.
“You don’t need to say that just because I did, you know.”
She kisses me, slow and long and lazy. “Can I say it because I mean it?”
“Of course you can.”
We fall into a contemplative silence, and I can’t stop myself from staring at her while my fingers trail along the pale skin of her shoulder.
“You want to talk about your story, don’t you?”
I nod, my chin bumping against her head. “I really think I could write a great piece about you. The woman behind the athlete. I could show everyone the Rhiannon Morrigan I know and love. The vulnerability behind the fly-half.”
She tenses in my arms.
“Vulnerability isn’t a dirty word, Rhi.” I sigh. “We all know you’re a strong, tough, and capable woman. You’re the conductor of the team, for fuck’s sake.Everyoneleans on the ten to beat the opposition. As a ten, you get targeted on the pitch. There’s no denying that. I’d be hard-pressed to find another position that even gets winded as often as you do.” Giving her the equivalent of a sales pitch on her position feels as uncomfortable as stabbing needles in my eyes might.
“You sound like a rugby dictionary.” She snorts. “Rugby’s a physical sport, Robert. We all get our share of bumps and bruises.”
“That. That right there. The way you make everything about the team. You always play for the Raven on your chest,and not the Morrigan name on your back. The way you mentor the younger players on the pitch…”
She leans up on her elbow. “What else?”
“What?”
“What else have you noticed about my game in the time we’ve known each other?”
