“Do you want tea?” I heard Ryan’s door click shut.
She shook her head. “No.” Another kiss, this one harder, hands moving under clothes, hers under my belt, mine exploring over her dress, a dress I wanted to get rid of.
“Bedroom.” I picked her up, her legs coming round my waist, our mouths messily joining, and I walked us into my room and straight to my bed. I sat her down on the edge of it, then sank to my knees in front of her. A lamp on a timer had flicked on, giving the room a soft glow. An open window let some of the heat of the room out, a softer breeze filtering in. By no means was it fresh; the day had been a doozy for humidity and the night wasn’t getting rid of that.
It was hot in here for other reasons too.
I’d expected her to be shy, for some reason, to leave it to me to take a lead. That wasn’t the case; she started to undo each button of my shirt; those slim fingers nimble, fast. They trailed up my chest, causing concentric circles of shivers and making everything tight, harden. I bit my lips to help keep a grasp on my control, aware that I had been tested all evening, and maybe longer just with the thought of her.
“Tell me to stop whenever and I will.” My hands were on her thighs, bare thighs as her dress had rucked up her legs. They were slim and toned and muscular. Smooth as fuck and strong as hell.
I’d never been with another athlete before. My girlfriends had all been into fitness because it helped the way they looked. Dee looked like this because it helped her job, and that stilled something in me. She wasn’t going to be seeing my body as something to be shared on social media to raise her profile or get more likes, she got that it was my job’s best equipment.
Her hands went to my belt, undoing the buckle slowly. Too slowly.
“Youneed to tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Sparkles, that’snevergoing to happen.”
Her grin was dirty, dirtier still when she slipped her hand in my pants and drove a finger along the length of my cock.
“You’ve got about thirty seconds to play, then I’m taking over.” She’d be lucky if she got that long.
Her hands moved back up my body, yanking the rest of my shirt out of my pants and pushing it off my shoulders. I helped her, being kind like that, and it fell to the floor, leaving me naked from the waist up.
“I’m not sure if I’m winning or losing in the naked stakes.” I slid my hands up her thighs, under the little bit of dress that covered the very tops. “I think I’m about to win.”
“Is everything going to be a competition?” She lifted her ass so I could push the dress further up, exposing her pretty little lacy panties. My eyes fixed there, the lace sheer enough for me to see her pussy, no trace of hair, the scent of her arousal heady and musky.
“Absolutely.” I left them on, working her dress off her, finding the zipper at the back and undoing it. Dee helped out, pulling the dress over her head, curls bouncing messily around. She threw it to the side, and then let me look.
There would never be this again. The first time I saw her naked, the first time she saw me. We’d had our first kiss; we’d had our first touch. I needed to make sure our first time now was one that neither of us would forget.
Her bra matched her panties, that sheer lace that let me see her rosy nipples through the material, nipples that were already hard, making me harder still.
I traced a fingertip around one of her breasts, her arms propping her up behind her, pushing her tits forward. I moved onto the bed, straddling her legs, kicking my pants off as I did. The tip of my cock poked out from the top of my underwear with the movement, and I watched her expression as she noticed it.
Her hands went round her back, undoing her bra, freeing her tits that were more than a sports bra made them look, a handful, the perfect size.
“We’re even.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m fucking winning right now.”
She fell back onto the bed as my mouth descended onto one of her nipples, sucking and nipping, hearing her keen underneath me, her hands going into my hair and pulling as I switched to the other.
Any slowness, any time being taken, was eroded quicker than a landslide. Kisses became untidy, hands wandered, words became lost in hurried attempts to take and give pleasure, everything building up to scoring a goal for a team that was now ours.
She shifted herself on top of me, her panty-covered pussy pressing against my erection, my underwear still on. She was glorious; her hair long enough to partially cover her tits, her tiny waist almost small enough for my hands to cover most of it. She rubbed herself against me, a dry hump that I hadn’t done since being a kid in the middle of field somewhere. My hands went up to her tits, covering both of them, rolling her nipples and pinching, making her groan.
“Time to get rid of these.” I moved my hands to her panties, pulling them down to expose her bare mound. Wetness glistened. She kneeled higher, her legs parting as we fumbled her underwear off, and I ran a finger along her slit to her clit, repeating it with more pressure. Her mouth parted open, more so when I pushed a finger inside her, feeling her wet heat, her tightness, all enough to make me almost lose the plot myself.
“You like that?”
She nodded.
“Let’s start with you coming on my fingers.”
Her head tipped back and she began to ride my hand. I added another finger, hearing her moan again, her legs doing all the work, tits bouncing slightly with her movement. I angled my hand, so my thumb grazed her clit, adding pressure, keeping the rhythm steady.
