We smiled and leaned in.
With another kiss, he slid into me. I gasped at the stretch. It wasn’t just his size; it was everything. Pulsing need, burning love. He held me without thrusting, like being together was more important than orgasming. I’d never felt closer to anybody, and not just sexually. He listened to me, he thought about things, he cared more than anybody, whether or not I gave him access to followers, money, or my body.
I scraped my nails down his back, treasuring every flex under my fingertips. “I love you,” I confessed, tucking my cheek against his shoulder.
“I love you too.” He hugged me tighter. So strong. So sincere.
God, I wanted to sing, to dance, to fuck. Since he was already inside of me, I rocked my hips to combine the last two desires in one.
“Fuck.” He groaned and thrust upwards.
This angle, with my legs up, hammered his tip into the back of my cunt. My G-spot sent tremors of pleasure from my toes to my brain. I gasped and held onto him. “Do that again.”
“I love you?”
I giggled and tried to rock my hips. “Yes, but I meant—”
He silenced me with another thrust.
My brain whited out quicker than a camera flash. “Oh my god.”
Was it possible to have mini orgasms? Maybe I was so close because I’d already had one. Foreplay and love were a lot more important than I’d figured before Zack.
He smirked and gave me a passionate kiss.
God, I loved him. I dragged him closer with my sticky heel and caressed the back of his neck. More. Faster, I silently urged him.
He propped my legs up higher and started fucking me in earnest. His steady pace and firm grip turned me into an incoherent mess. “Zack, uh, yes,” I managed between fervent kisses. The top of his pubic bone kept smacking into my clit.I was so fucking wet. So warm. Pressure tightened my muscles until I could barely keep my heel on the counter. I had to cling to him.Enjoy the ride, I reminded myself between mind-blanking flashes.
All that football practice and lifting heavy shit must’ve trained him for this day, because he held me up and pounded into me with relentless dedication.
Our bodies thrust together in obscene ecstasy.
His breathing turned ragged, hot and wet against my neck. “I’m close,” he panted.
“Come, then.” I held on tight and rubbed my breasts against the light layer of furry hair on his chest. A delicious urgency clenched my cunt around him.
He slammed into me, pushing my legs into a borderline painful stretch. Heat flared amid our connection, bright and intense.
I loved him. I made love with the quarterback.
It was all beyond me in the blurred world of orgasms.
We held each other for a solid thirty seconds, willing our breathing to even out and heart rates to lower. It was nice in his arms. Even if my hamstrings protested. I resolved to do more yoga in the new year. After all, he was very strong. There had to be all kinds of new positions we could try together.
He kissed my shoulder, then gently eased back to lower my legs.
My thighs trembled and fell. I winced from contact with the hard counter edge. We didn’t have this problem in my dream.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I might need an ice pack after this, but it was worth it.” I sighed happily and laid back on my elbows to admire his flushed body. “That was intense.”
He tied off the condom, then threw it away. “Want me to wrap some ice in a towel so you can lay on it? I can also draw you a bath or get a heating pad.”
Growing up in a matriarchy really had its benefits. He actually knew some tricks to pain management.
As tempting as it was to curl up with my human furnace again, I peeked at the clock on my oven. “Don’t you have to get back? Your friend with the shoes might put a hit out on us.”
