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Fifty Yard Line 13
Poppy
Afterdinner,amovie where I stayed snuggled up to his side and he played with my hair, it was time for bed. I wasn’t sure what was going on between us other than the amazing orgasms he seemed to be capable of giving me. We had to wash the top blanket, because there was plenty of evidence that I did not hate his affections or skill set all over it.
He pulled off his clothes down to his underwear, a pair of boxer-briefs, and I pulled off my clothes down to his t-shirt I was borrowing and nothing else as I got into bed with him. I looked at him for a long time and he looked at the ceiling.
“Which book are you on?” I finally asked.
He handed me the device on his nightstand, and I opened the cover and then tapped away until I gasped. “Oh, my God! You are so much farther ahead of me in this series!”
“I’ve only been reading the one series, so.” He shrugged.
“I’m going back to this one. This is where I am.” I went back three whole books and several chapters.
“Are you going to read it to me?” he asked. I nodded. “Yeah?”
I nodded again. I started reading, and though my face burned the temperature of fire, I continued through part of a scene until he took up the male dialogue and then we were reading to each other. It was the hottest thing anyone had ever done, and I was struggling to keep up with the words on the page when all I wanted to do was eat them right out of Brady’s mouth.
He was mid-sentence when I closed the device cover, put it on the nightstand and said, “I need to practice.”
His lips twitched. “Field’s all yours.”
He sort of moved his arms out and waited patiently for me to figure out what I was going to do with him. He finally asked, “Need coaching? Even after reading all that?”
I shook my head and then reached out with my non-casted hand and touched his neck. “I just…want to look at you, touch you, taste you…everywhere…so…where do I start, you know?”
“Anywhere you want.” He closed his eyes.
I moved in and put my lips where my fingers were. He lifted his chin, giving me better access to his neck. I moved lower, to his collarbones, tracing with fingers, following with lips, tongue, teeth. I could feel him growing hard as I slid lower, taking time to appreciate those abs of steel. I licked the line that indicated an incredibly fit person over a regular one. He shifted his hips upward.
He had his hands up above his head, trying to let me do this at my pace, my own exploration, but I could see that grip tightening and knew I was running out of practice time. I tugged at the band on those briefs and pulled until his cock sprang free.
He said, “Lick it.”
I did. From stem to tip where the drop of fluid touched my tongue.
I opened my mouth and let the head slide in. This was a lot easier from this angle. I could adjust so I didn’t knock my teeth against it. I tested the depth, the suction, and the speed only to find he wanted them all. He was too big to get to the base without going down the back of my throat. I didn’t think I could do that.
His hand landed on the back of my head, and he said, “Inhale.”
I did as I went down and he pushed deeper as he said, “Relax your throat. That’s it. Fuck. You can do it.”
I came up and he pushed again. It should have been turning me off, but it was just like the aggressive creatures in that book, and while he was thick and there were veins for texture, there were not any groves or knobs to deal with, so I listened to my coach and went for it.
“Fuck yes.” He stroked my cheek. “That’s it. A little more and…oh fuck that’s deep.”
I swallowed as if I were going to swallow him down and that had him groaning, so I did that again. It was not comfortable, and I had to take big gulps of air when I came up, but I was getting really greedy and aggressive going down. The more he said, praised my efforts, the more determined I became to hit the base of his cock with my lips. I choked but I got there.
“Easy.” He tugged at my hair. “Come here.”
As I lifted up, he reached for a condom. He handed that to me, and I undid it. I hadn’t put a condom on anything since health class and that banana was nothing like this. He coached me through that too and when it was on, he indicated I should move over him. He reached between my legs and touched me. I gasped, arched and he smiled. “You’re so fucking wet right now. You liked giving me head, didn’t you?”
I nodded. Unable to speak as he worked his fingers over my clit, and I adjusted as his other hand pulled me until I was over his erection. I wanted to push down on him, but he just teased the head at my entry as he teased my clit. Until I was unable to help myself. Until I needed more of him, this, all of it. I sat, taking a little more into me at the same time that I started coiling up. A little lift and push and I was coming with just the first two inches of his cock inside of me.
His hands moved to my hips and pressed down as he lifted up, driving into me. My hands, both of them, went to those perfect abs and used them as a place to brace myself as I rode him until my thighs burned and I couldn’t keep going.
He rolled us and kissed me deeply as he shifted one of my legs higher and began fucking me. I jolted, I shook, and as it bordered on pain, the pleasure still took me over that ledge and I came again as he followed close behind in his own release.
We spent the rest of the weekend doing nothing else. It was a simple routine. Sleep, fuck, eat, fuck, nap, fuck, repeat. It was perfection and I felt like we were truly in another world because this kind of thing didn’t happen to girls like me. Girls like me didn’t stumble upon romance reading quarterbacks who could fuck like the best of the other worldly creations of some authors mind, yet here I was, riding the waves of pleasure this man was creating once again.
