“This setting feels appropriate.”
Zach’s hands land behind his head, arms jutting to the side. I’m going to make this the best show of his life.
“I’m more excited about this—about you—than any trophy.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on. That’s like one of the important ones.”
I wait for him to laugh, to joke, but he only stares, making sure I don’t miss the enormous meaning behind his two simple words. “It is.”
I’m so fucking in love with you.
I swallow the words. I want to say them, but I can’t do it today. I want a perfect day and night together, memories I can hold onto in case we don’t work out.
Because Zach loves watching my gymnastics, I choose to dazzle him, positioning my hands on each side of his body and lifting into a handstand. I rearrange my hands until I’ve turned one hundred eighty degrees, then lower myself back down to sit on his stomach.
“Holy shit,” Zach whistles.
Warmth simmers low in my belly at the compliment, that being myself impresses him.
He places his palms on my ass, fingers digging into my hips. I’m not a connoisseur of penises, but Zach’s dick is the best-looking one I’ve ever seen. It’s also the only one to make me come harder than a freight train, though I suspect it isn’t entirely attributable to his anatomy. It’s also his brown eyes gazing at me like I’m the most interesting sight he’s seen. His beaming smile after I land an impressive element at practice.
I’ve never had this kind of unwavering support. I suck in a breath, trying to process emotions threatening to consume me.
I don’t want to lose him.
Tears prick my eyes, but I bite my lip, refusing to let on about my internal conflict. This morning is abouthim.
I turn my head after I’ve pulled myself together, glancing over my shoulder at the dumbstruck expression on his face.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers.
I ignore the tightness in my chest, the heat overtaking my body. Instead, I focus on action, dropping my mouth to the tip of his cock, steadying it at the base with my hand, and taking him into my mouth with a torturingly slow descent. With my lips tight around him, I head back up, just as slowly, and swirl my tongue around the head.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans in an animalistic tone I’ve never heard from him.
I pump him once with my hand, gliding easily over him. It’s hard to resist the heady sense of power that comes with having him in my mouth and at my mercy. I’m also impatient, snatching a condom from the box we conveniently left beside us. I slip it on before I bring him to my entrance and slam down. Zach hisses a strainedfuck.
I steady myself on his muscular thighs as I grind against him.
“Finley, you look so fucking hot riding me.”
I swivel my hips slowly, basking in his praise.
Zach’s grip tightens, and he lets out a strained sigh. “High-flyer, I want you to come with me, all right?”
At my hesitation, he lifts himself to a sitting position.
I gasp at the sudden movement. “What are you doing?”
Zach rests his head on my shoulder and whispers, “Helping.” His arm wraps around my body, fingers landing at the spot that throbs for him. “Please don’t stop moving.”
My hips propel faster, spurred on by the zap of electricity between my thighs.
“That’s it.” He kisses my neck, stoking the ever-growing blaze inside me. My hips buck against him harder, needing friction to relieve this painful ache consuming my every thought.
“I need more,” I say, and Zach’s fingers rub my clit slower, applying more pressure.
“Finley…” Zach grits like he’s in pain, holding on for me.
