I was happy to agree. I was so close. So once the latex was in place, I sunk deep inside her. One single thrust and she welcomed me like she’d been waiting for me her whole life.
God, yes.
Inside sweet Gia.
The rush built quickly. After all, I was covered in Gia’s scent, buried inside her honey, and looking at the greedy glee on her face. I’d have come from any one of the three, but combined, I was out of my mind with need.
Two thrusts and the roar was inside me.
One more and I gave myself over to it. To her.
I released every part of myself into her. And when that was gone, I still tried to give her more. If I could have, I would have frozen myself in that moment of emptiness, where everything I had was in her. No thoughts left, no feelings except bliss, and no concerns except how to do it all over again.
Perfect emptiness.
Perfect Gia.
Until that dreaded moment of post glow closeness. I wanted to spoon with the woman, feeling her breasts against my arm and the way her breath slid in and out in rest. I’d press my nose to her hair and breathe. And together we’d sleep, an extension of the sweet emptiness of orgasm.
But not with Gia. Not even when it was well after midnight. When I went to pull her backside against me, she wriggled around and faced me, nose to nose. I could work with that. Except she wasn’t closing her eyes in sleep. While my eyelids were too heavy to lift, she stroked a couple fingers across my cheeks and lips. She traced the length of my nose and brushed the hair away from my eyes.
She was looking at me and thinking…things. I didn’t know what. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but the more I wondered, the more I became less empty.
“What?” I finally asked.
Thankfully, she didn’t play games and answered clearly. “You’re such a mystery to me.”
“I’m a dumb jock.”
“Then I’m a stupid blonde.”
“You’re a brunette.”
“And you’re the smartest guy on the team. You analyze baseball like some people analyze the economy. You read the field like nobody else. The Bobcats wouldn’t be heading for the pennant without you.”
A rush of pride coursed through me. I was smart about baseball, and I managed the team as well as anyone could when trying to control a bunch of thoroughbred athletes with the egos to match. But I didn’t say any of that. I simply enjoyed the heat where her fingers still caressed my face. Then she pinched my nose. I snorted but didn’t open my eyes.
“You’re smiling,” she said, the words almost an accusation.
“I’m happy.”
“I want to know everything about you, but you’re just going to fall asleep.” I heard the mournful note in her voice, but that was nothing compared to the rush of alarm that shot through me.
Danger, danger! The word screamed through my cells, even though I tried very hard to keep my breathing steady. I could handle this, I told myself. I had a plan I used with the media but also any girl who got too close. Start with denial.
“There’s nothing to know. I’m just a dumb jock.”
“We already covered that,” she said as she flicked the tip of my nose.
Okay, so I already knew Gia was smart. Step two: distraction.
I tugged her closer and fondled her breast. “We could always do something that doesn’t require talking.”
She laughed as she wrapped my hand in hers and held it firmly between us on the sheets. “I think we’ve thoroughly covered that, too. I don’t think I would survive another round.”
I opened my eyes a little and waggled my eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
