He peppers open-mouth kisses across my collarbones, before lingering at the swell of each breast. If my body wasn’t trembling already from the sensation of his mouth, it would be from his fingertips brushing across my hips. The soft rasp of his knuckles trailing up and down my sides before dipping into the waistband of my briefs and slowly sliding them down off my legs.
“Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I don’t have to question what he means. If I know one thing about this man, it's that he’ll put my needs first. He has since the first night. And I have a feeling he’ll do this for the rest of our lives.
I do as he says, situating myself on the chaise end of the couch, grabbing a few pillows in case I need them for whatever he has in mind. Maddox takes the time to strip off the shorts and T-shirt, and if I thought his body was sexy before football started back up, I’m in awe right now. He’s been working with a few of the trainers to put on more muscle, wanting to add some bulk to his frame while also not taking away from his speed. And the results? I don’t know what it’s going to translate to on the football field, but the definition in his abs, combined with how his biceps flex even more than they did before when he takes off his shirt, is something that is making my mouth water.
“Are you going to spread your legs for me?” he asks as he kneels in front of me.
“I wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”
He raises his eyebrow at my teasing tone. “If there’s a day in our lives when you hear me say that I don’t want to eat your pussy, then have me committed. Now come here. Hold on. I’m fucking starving.”
I push myself forward like he asks, and my arms nearly give out from the moment his tongue is on me. I do my best to push myself back up again, knowing I’ll be uncomfortable if I’m on my back, but it’s nearly too much. His tongue is swirling around my center, determined to lick up every drop that was waiting for him, before he begins to flick my clit. The rapid-fire motion has my body shaking long before the orgasm releases.
“Fuck Maddox! I… can’t hold myself up…” I cry out, the pleasure too consuming. I don’t know what the solution is—I don’t want him to stop but I also can’t think straight when his tongue and fingers are working in tandem to make me have the hardest orgasm of my life—but apparently Maddox can multitask.
One more thing to love about him.
“Come here,” he says, sitting me up so he can put his mouth on mine. I can taste myself. It’s hot and a little dirty and it makes me want to taste him. Except as Maddox places his hands on my hips and starts turning me around, I don’t think a blow job is on his agenda.
“I know you said you can’t hold yourself up, so let me do it for you,” he says as he sits down on the edge of the couch. “Now sit on my cock Gabrielle and fucking ride me.”
I bite my bottom lip as Maddox situates himself, lying back on the chaise and positioning himself on the end. His cock is hard and leaking and for a moment, I consider saying fuck his plans, lowering myself to the ground so I can feel him in my mouth. But I can do that anytime. I don’t know how many more times in the next two and a half months I’ll be up for this, and I’m not about to waste a single opportunity.
“That’s it. Climb on top of me. Let me watch your ass bounce on my cock as you ride me.”
For a split second I think about if the logistics are there for the couch to hold both of us, but that thought is out of my mind the second Maddox starts stroking himself.
Oh, I’m going to make this work.
I slowly turn around, keeping my eyes on him as long as I can, as he takes the precum from his cock and coats himself with it.
“That’s it gorgeous. Just like… that…”
Maddox squeezes my hips as I lower myself down onto him, his fingers resting on my hips as I take a second to make sure I’m comfortable. There isn’t an ounce of pressure on my stomach, which allows me to feel every inch of Maddox. I’m tilted forward slightly, my hands clinging to his thighs as I slowly start moving up and down, his hands guiding my movements.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he cries out before swallowing whatever he was going to say next as I shift my hips, seeing how deep he can fill me. “How are you so fucking perfect? So beautiful. So fucking mine.”
His words spur me on, and as much as I wanted this to last, I had to know that was never going to happen. My movements speed up. Our breathing is ragged. His hands are digging into my skin in the best way possible. I feel him sit up behind me, his defined chest coming flush against my back as each of his hands wrap around to my front, one tweaking one of my nipples as the other rubs perfectly pressured circles on my clit.
“Maddox. I’m so close.”
“Me too gorgeous. Oh fuck!”
His cries and one last pinch to my nipple is all I need to send myself over the edge with him. If he wasn’t now holding onto me with every ounce of his strength, I think I’d fall off the couch. I’m lightheaded. Sated. Filled. And more in love than I ever thought I could ever be.
“I love you,” he says as he helps me onto the couch, where I lay against him, my back to his front.
“I love you too,” I say back, gently kissing the corner of his mouth before resting my head on his shoulder.
Neither of us move, even to put our clothes back on, and I feel his breath slow down with mine. I know he must be exhausted. Training camp was no joke and practices have been long all week leading up to the season opener. I take advantage of the stillness as he holds me close, letting my heavy eyes fall shut.
I might fall asleep. In fact, I think I might’ve been one step away from a REM cycle when I snap my eyes open.
“Oh! I remember!”
Maddox jolts awake, clearly a little dazed and his voice a bit groggy. “Remember what?”
