Page 63 of Big Girl Panties

Her movements grew more urgent, each roll of her hips more demanding. My hands found her hips, not to guide but to anchor us both as the intensity built between us, and my mouth glided over her throat, moving down until I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tight bud.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her hips swinging in deep grinding motions. I was drowning in the sensation of her.

I wanted to flip her over, take control, drive us both over the edge. But something about watching her discover her own power, seeing her confidence bloom, kept me frozen beneath her. This was her moment.

She moved faster. I matched her rhythm.

She gripped tighter. I held her closer.

She gasped my name. I answered with hers.

We were perfectly synchronized, two parts of the same desperate need for each other.

I could feel her getting close, the way her breathing changed, how her movements became less controlled. I was right there with her, teetering on the edge.

So. Fucking. Close.

"I'm going to…" She gasped, grinding harder, faster, deeper. Her breath caught as her entire body clenched and her pussy pulsated around me, squeezing me.

The sound of her moaning, the way her body tensed around me, the taste of her skin, the scent of us together, the way our heavy breathing mixed in the air between us. My vision went white, and heat burst through my chest, knotting its way down until it was spreading through my cock, drawing my balls up. My world narrowed to just her, just this, just us falling apart together, and when she cried out my name, I exploded in ecstasy with her.

We stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air. Her hair had come loose from its ponytail, creating a curtain around us.

"Look," I whispered, tilting my head toward the mirror.

She followed my gaze, and I watched her take in our reflection, her skin flushed and glowing, my arms wrapped protectively around her.

"That's how I see you," I murmured against her ear. "Always."

A slow smile spread across her face, and I knew she could finally see what I saw.

Chapter 25

Fandemonium

I'd never understood the appeal of wrestling. I thought it was all staged theatrics and over-the-top drama. But sitting in the front row of the packed arena, clutching my overpriced soda and trying not to flinch at every crash and thud, I was starting to understand the appeal.

The crowd's energy was electric, thrumming through the concrete floor and up into my bones. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer, buttery popcorn, and an underlying musk of sweat and excitement.

The arena lights dimmed as Matt's entrance music hit, some heavy metal song that made my teeth rattle, and the entire stadium erupted. People jumped to their feet, chanting his stage name.

He walked down the ramp with purpose, his muscles rippling under the bright lights, and despite my nerves, I felt a flutter of pride. And okay, maybe a little something else too. The man was gorgeous, and at that moment, he looked like a gladiator.

His dark eyes scanned the crowd, and when they found mine, his entire demeanor shifted for just a moment. That familiar, crooked smile broke across his face, and he pointed directly at me before slapping his chest twice. My cheeks burned, but I couldn't help grinning back.

Matt slid into the ring, the canvas creaking under his weight as he bounced on the balls of his feet, hyping up his fans. The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, introducing his opponent, Victor the 'Viper', a lean, tattooed man who slithered into the ring with theatrical menace. The contrast was striking. Matt's raw power against The Viper's serpentine agility. I found myself leaning forward, which is something I never thought I'd do.

The men circled the ring, sizing each other up like they hadn't just been backstage goofing off together. My heart pounded erratically as I inched to the edge of my seat. Each wrestler took their neutral spot facing each other.

"Ready," the referee said. "Wrestle." He darted back as Matt and the Viper locked up in the center of the ring. I had a whole new appreciation for Matt's technique. He wasn't just throwing his weight around; every movement was calculated. When The Viper tried to slip behind him, Matt pivoted smoothly, catching him in a side headlock. The crowd roared as Matt's biceps bulged, applying pressure.

The woman next to me, who was wearing a shirt with Matt's face on it and had been coming to these matches since the dawn of time, looked at me with amusement. "First time, honey?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"You're still sitting on the edge of your seat instead of standing on it," she said, then cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "CRUSH HIM, MOUNTAIN!"

I decided I liked her.