He pulls back, and his eyes find mine. They’re heated, and his lips are already swollen from our kiss. “I just need to say one more thing,” he says.
I nod, my brows pushing together as I wait for his words.
“I love you.”
Tears track down my cheeks at his words. My chest tightens, and butterflies take flight in my stomach as electricity zips down my spine. “I love you, too.”
His face smooths in relief at my words, and his mouth crashes back down to mine.
We pick up right where we left off. We kiss for minutes or hours, and he slowly strips me out of my clothes as his hands wander up and down my body.
Seeing him on the field tonight, hearing the roar of the fans for him, and now having him here with me professing his love to me…this right here is the dream. This is the goal. Not going viral or getting enough engagement, not paid partnerships or free stays at hotels.
Everyone deserves to be loved. Everyone deserves second chances. Everyone remorseful deserves forgiveness.
And everyone deserves the opportunity to choose to put their person first.
Once I’m out of my clothes and he is, too, he slowly walks us over toward the bed. He picks me up and laysme down first, and then he kneels on the floor, pushes my thighs apart, and glances up at me, pure lust and need in his eyes.
“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he murmurs, and then he dives straight in.
I have nothing to hold onto, nothing to grip, so I clutch the sheets in one hand and pull his face more tightly against me as the onslaught of pleasure hits. It’s fast and furious as he licks his way through me, into me, stopping to suck on my clit before dipping his tongue back inside. He adds a finger, and I’m twisting and writhing beneath him, fighting the pleasure because it’s too good, too quick. I need time to savor this. What if this is it? What if it all disappears again and this is just some wild dream I’m having?
As my first orgasm plows into me, I’m positive this isn’t just a dream. The feelings are too real, too intense. And it’s not just that feeling of pleasure he’s delivering. It’s also this overwhelming feeling of love for this man who is so very clearly the person I was always meant to be with. How else can I explain that we were at the same resort for the same amount of time? It’s fate, pure and simple.
As my body starts to calm, he moves into place so he’s hovering over me.
His eyes are on me again, and I spot disbelief in his. “I can’t believe you’re really here,” he says.
“I missed you so much,” I murmur. My eyes flick to his lips, the lips that were just on my pussy.
“I missed you, too.” He leans down to press his lips to mine, the tang of my pussy still on his tongue. At the same time, he reaches down between us to align his cock with my body. He pushes into me, stretching me with his generous size, and we start to rock together, immediately finding our rhythm together once again as if no time passed at all.
“Oh, God, Archer,” I moan.
He pulls back and looks at me, a smile playing at his lips. “Your cunt missed me, too,” he says.
I nod. “So damn much.”
He chuckles, and he pulls back a little slower, a little more deliberately, before slamming into me again. I gasp at the feel as I claw at his back, my nails digging in as I hold on for the ride.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he slowly rears back again. “Your cock missed me,” I challenge.
He slams forward again. “Fuck yeah, he did.” He picks up speed, pushing into me with a heavy, hard rhythm, and I start to bend under him as my body betrays me. I want to make up for lost time all night, but it doesn’t seem like our bodies got that memo.
“Fucking hell, Mills. I wish I could wreck this pussy with my cum. Fuck, I’m so goddamn close,” he mutters.
“Do it,” I say.
His eyes fly open as he searches my eyes. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“Christ, that’s hot,” he groans, and then I feel it, the first spurts of his cum as he releases inside me for the first time ever.
It’s a strange and beautiful feeling, hot and sexy, illicit and pure all at once. It’s the most base act two people can do together, yet it’s the first time we’ve done it this way.
It’s beautiful. Magical. And it pushes me straight into my own climax. Just the thought of his cum inside me does the trick.
