“Then go for it.”
I didn’t have to tell her twice.Her pussy tightened around me and began to pulse as her second orgasm of the night took shape.I watched as a beautiful flush crept up from her breasts into her neck and cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath.
“Oh god.Oh god,” she said on repeat, every one of her muscles still rigid as she allowed the waves of her release to rock through her.
I paused my efforts to just watch.She was absolutely stunning.Free and beautiful in her climax.Unashamed of how she looked, what she said, or the noises she made.She owned her pleasure, and I was honored to be the man to help her find it.For too long she’d had her sexuality oppressed, her pleasure denied.Now, she was going to make sure she got what she deserved.I was going to make sure she got it too.
After a few more moments of sexy mewls and moans, and her nails scraping down my arms, she relaxed beneath me and sighed.
I kissed her again and started moving, sliding in and out of her with even more ease.Her hips lifted and her fingers wove their way back into my hair.
“Can we … can we try spoon-style?”I asked, pressing my forehead against hers, still thrusting.
“Sure.”
I rolled off of her, and she pivoted so she was on her side.Then I tucked in behind her and she helped navigate me back inside.This position allowed me to go deeper.It also gave me unfettered access to her tits and clit.My hand coasted across her hipbone as she wrapped her arm around my neck and spread her legs a bit.I found her clit with my fingers and started to rub.
“Oh god,” she murmured, hanging onto me for dear life.
I pumped in and out while rubbing her nub as she pressed back into me.This new angle galvanized my desire to come together, and I could tell she was already on the precipice of another orgasm.
“You close?”I asked.
“Yeah …”
“Me too.”
Craning her neck around in a way that I was sure wasn’t overly comfortable, she tugged on my neck so that she could kiss me.With our lips locked, my fingers on her clit and my cock inside of her, we both reached the summit at the same time.Her body went still, my body went still, and her pussy clenched around my cock as I filled the condom inside of her.
Warm puffs of air from her nose hit my upper lip as she moaned into my mouth.Her clit swelled beneath the pads of my fingers and began to pulse.Everything from my navel south tingled and vibrated as each new wave of pleasure rushed through me.
She pulled her lips away first and shook in my arms in the immediate aftershocks of her release.Once my own orgasm subsided, I wrapped my arms around her and held her as gooseflesh broke out across our sweat-misted skin.
Kissing her shoulder, I slowly rolled to my back and pulled out.I removed the condom and accepted the second tissue from her while she hurried down the stairs to use the bathroom.
Within three minutes we were back in her bed, her head on my chest, and finger delicately tracing the ink on my right arm.
“I’m guessing thirteen was your jersey number?”she whispered into the dimly lit space.
“Yep.Good guess.”
“And the other … images?What do they mean?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing her soft touch to hypnotize me.“Some of these, I’ll admit are just because I thought they’d make me look cool and badass—like the skull.It was my form of teenage rebellion—except I did it when I was twenty.”
“I guess you really didn’t have much of an opportunity torebeland act out as a teen, huh?”She glanced up at me beneath her lashes, her gaze sad.
“Not really.”
Her frown was cute.“Why a snake?”
“Mabel was born the year of the snake.I thought I’d get her birth flower, but she told me that was too cliché—she said this at seven—”
Naomi snorted and smiled.“Of course she did.”
“So I got a snake.”
“And I got this one to honor my mom.Shelovedcows.I have fuzzy memories of her, but one thing I remember clearly is how much she loved cows.”I pointed to the small, adorable black and white cow on the inside of my tricep.It was cartoony, and had a little pink flower behind one ear.Exactly like the cow magnet I had bought my mother for Mother’s Day just a few months before she died.
