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With a deep groan, I turn over in the bed, trying to force myself to get some rest before I get up and get ready for him to come over after his fight. We’ve kept in contact the past few days, but with Reese being deep into his training for the fight, we weren’t allowed to have any physical contact with each other. This might just be my shortest but toughest dry spell.
I miss him more than I should.
Apparently, his trainer has some rule that he can’t have sex before a fight. It’s supposed to help keep Reese focused, but I feel like I’m the only one who is suffering. Reese has an outlet for all his pent-up energy, but my poor vibrator can’t keep up with me.
An hour later, I hop out of bed and get into the shower. I exfoliate and shave everything below the neck in anticipation.
When I get out of the shower, I blow out my hair and slip into some sexy lingerie. Just as I’m about to throw something over my sexy underwear, the doorbell rings.
Surely, that can’t be Reese. He told me the fight would be a while longer.
I grab hold of my robe and secure it tightly around my body as I hurry off to the door.
When I open it, Reese is standing there with the biggest smile. Not even one scratch on his face.
“Oh wow! You’re here. It either went really bad or really good.” I laugh as I pull him into the house and lean up to kiss him.
“Babe, it was fucking outstanding. I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun,” he says as he walks by me and into the house. He’s basically bouncing on his toes, he has so much energy.
Before I can question him, he jumps right into telling me all about the match. He’s animated and demonstrates some of the moves he used to get the advantage over his opponent. I watch him, and I’m amazed at how gooey I feel on the inside. Seeing him this happy makes me happy. All I want is to do whatever I can to keep a smile on this man’s face.
I’m happy, but I’m also starting to get really scared.
This is the first time I can see some real potential of a long-term relationship with someone I’m with. It’s not just me caring about his well-being, I believe he cares for me too. If we break up, it’s going to crush me. I push the thoughts out of my mind and focus on him.
“You know, you’ve got far too much energy for someone who just went through a full boxing match.” I chuckle and slide off the stool.
He huffs out a breath and drops his hands to his side, that smile still present on his face. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a full match. I knocked the guy out in the first round.”
My eyes open wide, and I stare at him for a second, utterly dumbfounded. “One round? Holy shit!”
He shrugs one shoulder and turns to the fridge. He leans over, and like the perv I am, I find myself staring at his ass. It’s tight and slightly plump. After the past few weeks of the intense training that he’s been doing, his muscles have become even more defined, if that’s even possible.
He may still be amped up from the fight, but I’m amped up for a completely different reason.
Walking up behind him, I lightly trail a fingernail down his side. “If you only went one round with him, that must mean you’re not super tired then?”
He stills, his head still in the fridge. “I’m not tired, Haven.”
I open up my robe and let the thick fabric fall to the ground behind me. “I’d like to do something about that.” My voice is husky, and wetness begins to saturate the cotton of my thin panties.
He stands slowly and turns around. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips. “Damn, Haven, what are you doing to me?”
“Nothing yet, Champ.” I purr before I grab his belt and tug him toward me.
His hands wrap around my waist as I lean up and kiss him. That first contact of his lips against mine causes a cascade of colors to light up like fireworks behind my eyelids. This man makes every thought in my brain evaporate, only to be replaced with all that he is.
My passion ramps up as Reese squeezes my ass and presses me even tighter to his body. He’s used to taking things slow with me, but that’s not what I want. Today, I want him to fuck me like he’s training for an Olympic-level event.
With a surge of strength, I push him back and yank on his pullover sweater, tossing it to the ground when he slips it off. Before he has a chance to grab me again, I tear the thin wifebeater he has on off.
“Fuck, Haven. You miss me, baby?”
I groan in temporary relief when I finally feel his skin under my fingertips. I push back up on my tiptoes to get to his mouth. “I’m going out of my mind, Reese. I need you now.”
A rough growl rumbles in his chest as he pushes me back against the table. His hands moving faster as I hitch one of my legs high up on his thigh. I grind my core against him desperately.
The small kitchen is full of the sounds of our passion. The thick sexual tension in the air pushing me to become even braver. I scratch my nails down his back hard enough to make him throw his head back and roar. He grabs hold of me, lifts me clear off the ground, and turns to slam me against the fridge. The box of cereal and the few magnets I have crash to the floor in a mess. With me wedged up against the fridge, he pulls the cups of my bra down so my tits spring free. Sitting up, full and perky, just waiting for him to suck on.
