Page 81 of Praising the Pitcher

“You sucked my dick so good, baby,” I tell her, tasting myself on her tongue. “I came so hard I saw fucking stars.”

I sink one finger and then two inside her, loving the sensation of her pussy clamping around them, greedily trying to pull me deeper into her heat.

I rub my thumb to her clit and pull back enough to get a good view of her face as I finger her. Her brows furrow, her breathing heavy.

“Did it get you wet, Smoke?” I growl. “Having my cock down your throat?”

“Yes.” She whimpers, nodding weakly. “Was it … okay for you?”

I keep my fingers inside her, but I stop my movement and dip my face closer to hers. “Gigi, I blew my load down your throat so fast, I’m surprised you didn’t choke on it,” I say honestly. “It was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had.”

I instantly wish I’d worded that differently, not wanting her to have to think about me being blown by other women. I know if I had to think about another man’s tongue inside her, I’d be pissed. Luckily, she seems happy with my answer, and I return to pumping my fingers in and out of her.

“This is the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen,” I tell her in all truth. “You are perfect, Gigi.” With long, slow strides, I work in and out, rubbing her clit because that always brings a moan from her sweet, cum-soaked lips. “You take my fingers so good, baby. Like you were made for this.”

Her brows pull together even more, and she whimpers, pulsing on my fingers. The sensation sends a jolt to my spent dick.

“Noah.” She chokes out my name, just as sweet as always.

“Let me feel it, Smoke. Soak me.”

Her head crashes back against the wall as she comes, her nipples peeking to pebbles. She cries out my name, and I know that’s a sound I’ll never tire of.

When the pulsing stops and her breathing evens, I pull my fingers from her and bring them to my mouth. I suck the length of both before I kiss her.

“We’re so good together, Smoke.”

I mean it too. And not in only one way, but in every way possible.

Rinsing once more, I turn the water off and step out. I grab two towels from the rack and wrap one around her body, rubbing it up and down to dry her off before taking care of myself. This feels so comfortable, not at all like two people who are new to each other.

I wrap my towel around my waist, my body still damp.

She towel-dries her hair before wrapping it around her body. And as she turns toward the mirror, reaching her hand out to wipe away the fog, I stand behind her, putting my head in the crook of her neck and my arms around her body.

Even through the foggy mirror, I can see the beautiful girl staring back clear enough for her to take my breath away. She has no idea either. She thinks she’s just ordinary, but really, she’s fucking extraordinary.

“Fuck, Smoke,” I marvel, my voice muffled as I kiss her neck. “You are so damn beautiful. Do you even know how breathtaking you are?”

She looks at me, eyes wide, staring back at me, and I can feel it in my chest.

She doesn’t believe me, and I hate that.

How can someone so beautiful, so strong, and so incredible at everything she does not realize just how special she is?

I drop a kiss to her shoulder, lifting my eyes to hers again. “I mean it, Gigi.” I say her name now, really wanting her to hear me. I slide my hands down her body, stopping on her thighs. “These legs … they are so fucking strong. Every pitch you throw, there isn’t a muscle you aren’t working.” I move a palm to her ass, squeezing it through the towel. “This ass? It’s naturally plump and sexy as hell, making me want to sink my teeth in. But all those reps you put in constantly? They’ve only made it even more fucking delectable.” I drop down to my knees, pushing the towel up and bringing my mouth to her ass cheek. At first, I just kiss her flesh before sinking my teeth into it. She hisses, but the hot sound is followed by a moan.

“I’m going to eat this ass one day. I promise you that,” I murmur to her skin before nipping her once more. “It’s too fucking beautiful not to.”

I pull the towel completely off her body, leaving her bare as I move upward. I drag my nose up the length of her spine.

“This spine? It’s why you stand so tall on the mound. So proud, like a queen,” I murmur. “Always looking like a fucking badass out there.” I replace my nose with my mouth. “I can’t tell you how sexy it is to watch you in your element, baby.”

I mean it too. Watching her pitch is watching art being created in real time. I could watch her in the circle forever and still be intrigued with each ball she throws.

I tangle my fingers gently in her hair and tug her head back so her cheek is against my lips. “One look at your beautiful hair and I swear I feel warmer, like I’m close to the sun. It’s just like you. Sunshine. Warming everything you come across. Brightening the day when it’s needed most.”

I make sure she’s watching me in the mirror again, and I notice her eyes are filled with emotion. Tears gather in them, though she isn’t falling apart. Just like always, she’s keeping herself together. Staying strong.