“Very high.”
The tips of his fingers begin to caress my upper arm, and I rest the side of my face on my hand on the pillow.
“I’m not entirely sure I’ll feel my legs tomorrow,” I admit.
“I have a foam roller that I use for my muscles if that will help,” he jokes.
I smile because we always seem to channel one another’s humor. In fact, we are often attuned to when we should quarrel and when to be funny.
We take a solid minute to study one another’s bodies. I trace my fingers over the muscles on his chest, and it’s not a myth that athletes are toned.
His mouth opens to speak. “Tell me, other than your holiday cheer and fucking me, what are your hobbies?”
“Oh, I…”
“You’re a great mom, so don’t tell me it’s whatever Enzo wants to do.”
My eyes grow because the guy is observant. “I don’t doubt I’m a good mom, but a seven-year-old takesa lot of energy, and he always wants to try new things. I would say baking is my thing. I can do it with him or by myself.”
“I’ve eaten half of the tin that I put in my freezer. Kind of addictive.”
He grabs my leg to splay across his waist. My hips press into his thigh because my clit needs friction, but the sheet between us is an obstacle that we don’t need. “Uh-oh, what will you do to me?”
“My favorite hobby.”
“Which is…”
His chuckle is sinister, and it sends vibrations straight to my pussy. “Licking you right before I fuck you as deep as possible.”
My thighs part open, and I bite my bottom lip to keep me from being too needy. “That…” I coo a sound because I have zero restraint. “I’m on board with that.”
His cock is already at full attention. My palm grips around the base of his cock, and the sound of Tyler moaning pleases me.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I swirl my tongue. I wouldn’t say that I’m talented in this department or that I have much experience, but I want to try. Taking more of him in my mouth, I continue to lick and suck. Tyler drops his hand down to brush my hair away from my face, and if affection and a blowjob entwine together, then that is this moment. Because his fingers gently hold my head to guide me.
He moans, and it encourages me even more. I take a breath, but my hand continues to pump him. My mouth is salivating, and filling it with his cock is the only answer, otherwise my chin will be a mess.
Taking him deeper, I’m wet between my thighs becausethis turns me on. I speed up, but he takes my hand and leads me off his cock.
“I’m enjoying this, but let me fuck that pussy of yours.” He drops my hair and reaches for the drawer, and I coast up his body. “On top of me,” he directs.
Straddling him, I instantly make the skin on his upper thigh a mess with my arousal. The moment that the condom is on, I align myself, and he frames my body with his hands, aiding my direction as I root down on his cock.
We both breathe out loud, and the way he stares up at me is pure desire. What man wouldn’t want a naked woman on top of him? Except, this isn’t that. I don’t know his history, only that he is pretty tame on the dating front compared to other guys on the team. But in this moment, it seems as though I’m a woman that he has been saving time for.
This angle is far more intense than I imagined. His cock hits deep and hard, and my body sinks down on him which only fills me up to the point I’m tight around him.
“You okay?”
My nostrils flare from my sharp breath. “Yes, it feels really good, but… wow, you are big.”
He grins to himself. My admittance must be a signal for him because he uses his strength to flip us, and the moment he re-enters me, I appreciate how he seems to read my body.
It’s also scary because how can that be? This is our first night together.
First… it would imply that there may be a second.
