I pushed inside her, seating myself in one go, hearing her cry out, her body tightening around me. She was every last thing right now, the very epicentre of my world and the only thing that I craved. Everything around me was at peace. The only thing that mattered was what we were doing to each other now. The rest of the world was being reassembled around us.
My hands stayed grasped hold of her hips as I moved inside her, every time feeling her tighten around me, her pussy gripping my cock and bringing me closer to the edge too quickly. I wanted longer like this, wanted to stay like this forever, because if this wasn’t heaven, then I didn’t want to go there.
Her body bucked against me as she came, her cry loud and untamed.
“You’re so fucking amazing. So fucking tight round my cock.” The words spilled out of me as I reached my own release. “Want to do this to you every fucking morning. Have you come like this all over my house.” I moved hard and rapid as I came, my own groans echoing around the kitchen, my arms collecting her against my chest as my release came to an end.
All I wanted to do, just like last night, was hold her. No going through the tick list of aftercare before I could leave; I wanted to keep feeling her heat, feeling her skin next to mine. Feeling her heartbeat.
Her laugh grounded me. “This is going to be messy when we move.”
“It’ll clean.” I reached out, briefly taking my hand off her, and grabbed a piece of kitchen roll.
When she was steady on her feet and I’d pulled out, I dropped to my knees, turning her around and carefully cleaning her up, the evidence of what I’d just done making me want to batter my fists against my chest and shout from the rooftops.
Without question, I knew I was in love with her.
I pressed a kiss to her hip and moved back up her body, my T-shirt looking worse for wear.
“Are you okay? That wasn’t gentle.” I wrapped my arms around her.
“That was amazing. I don’t think it’s about how we do it, Jesse. I think it’s just you. I fucking love what you do to me.”
I wanted to change her words and have her tell me that she loved me. But I could wait. I’d never needed those words before — not until now.
Not until I finally felt that they could be said and meant for me.
“I fucking love what you do to me, too.” Our mouths met in a kiss that was sweet compared to the rush and roughness we’d just had.
“Go get in bed. I’ll bring you coffee up.” I tried to smooth the T-shirt.
“Meet me in the shower as soon as you come up.” She kissed me back, her hands gripping my waist.
This felt very much like something I’d never had before. Something I’d never known I wanted.
Nate, Rowan and Ryan turned up at my house just after lunch, all of them carrying kit bags and disgruntled expressions.
Pre-season was taking part in earnest, which meant we had pretty strict fitness regimes going on, including the dreaded cardio. Today, we had a straightforward seven-mile run scheduled, no weights. There was a suggested run rate, which was fairly steady, and nothing was put in it about how much incline was needed.
The weather forecast had been fine and not too warm, so we’d decided yesterday to pick up a run route from my house, which meandered through the Cheshire countryside and would be relatively quiet.
Stupidly, I’d forgotten about it. Probably because I was in a sex-filled haze and my one preoccupation was wondering whether I should Google if it was possible for your balls to dry up. So when I saw on my camera two large four by fours at my gates, all I could do was groan.
“What’s up?” Jerrica was lying on my bed, the sheets pulled around her because we’d just managed a third round of the morning.
“Your brother’s here. I completely forgot we’d planned a run today.”
She sat up. “Probably not a bad thing, because I think my vagina would break if I let you in there again.”
“Are you good with people knowing that we’re — we’re — ”
She smiled, clearly trying to stop a laugh. “Seeing each other?”
“That.” I laughed at my own discomfort. “Is that what we call it?”
She reached out and pulled me to her, something I’d discovered I liked.
“I’m not intending on going on a date or sleeping with anyone else, are you?”
