“One?” My brain is still foggy.
“Every goal I score gets me an orgasm.” He stands and strips off his remaining clothes. “Like what you see?”
“Get up here.”
“Bossy.” But he’s grinning as he climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs.
He pushes in slowly and we both groan. It’s different every time, that first slide, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, but it’s also becoming familiar. Learning what we both like. Learning each other.
“Okay?” he asks, holding perfectly still.
I roll my hips up in answer and he grips my thigh before starting a rhythm that has me seeing stars.
“You feel so good,” he says against my mouth. “So fucking perfect, JuJu.”
I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips trying to get him deeper. He gets the hint and shifts the angle.
“There?”
“Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”
“Wait.” He pulls out carefully and I feel the loss immediately, aching and empty. “Roll over.”
I roll onto my stomach and he pulls my hips up so I’m on my knees, face pressed into his pillow that smells like him—clean and warm and safe. His hand runs down my back and I shiver.
“You good?” he asks, voice rough.
“Yes.”
“You sure? We can stop if?—”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He laughs, the sound warm and real. Then he’s pushing back inside me from behind and the angle is completely different, deeper, and I moan into the pillow.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You look so good like this.”
He sets a punishing pace, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, the other reaching around to play with my clit. I’m still sensitive from the first orgasm and it’s almost too much.
“I can’t?—”
“You can.” His voice is commanding now, dominant in a way that makes me even wetter. “One more, baby. Give me one more.”
“It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough.” He leans over me, his chest pressed to my back, his mouth at my ear. “I want you to remember this every time you sit in those stands.”
“I will.”
His fingers speed up. “Every time I score a goal I want you to think about what that means for later.”
“I promise,” I gasp.
“Good girl.”
The praise combined with his fingers on my clit and the relentless thrust of his hips sends me over the edge again. I come with a cry that gets muffled in his pillow, my whole body shaking, clenching around him. I feel him follow seconds later with a groan that I feel more than hear.
We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both of us breathing hard.
