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I turn her around so we’re facing each other, her hands in front of my sweats, her fingers curled around my dick. I’ve got my fingers between her legs, rubbing and searching, our mouths fused, tongues battling. I can’t get enough of her and I think she feels the same about me. We’re out of control, hands wandering everywhere, as if we’re trying to get under each other’s skin. I take over the situation, wrangling her into position, so she’s lying on the mattress beneath me, her legs spread and me lying between them. She breaks our kiss to stare up at me, her breaths coming quick, and I wait for her, dipping my head, running my lips across her collarbone.
“I-I want you,” she whispers, her hands coming up to sink into my hair.
I smile against her skin. “I know.”
“I want you inside me,” she continues, tilting her head so she can stare into my eyes when I lift my gaze to hers. “Now.”
“You think you’re in control of this?”
“No.” She laughs, and the sound warms my goddamn soul, I swear. “I just wanted to let you know how I feel.”
She wants me, I think as I resume kissing a path along her skin. She wants to have sex with me, and fuck, I want to be inside her too. This will change everything between us.
Every single thing.
Not that it hasn’t already changed. We’ve messed around enough to shift the boundaries past the point of no return. We’re involved—sexually. She’s all I can think about. Not when I’m on the field, I can still focus, thank God, but once I’m off and able to do whatever I want? All I want to do is…
Her.
Blair.
My sweet little Bumblebee.
I don’t give nicknames to girls. I don’t tease them or laugh with them while they’re naked in my arms. I’m a serious motherfucker. I get it done and get the hell out, every single time I’m with a woman. Emotions are messy and I’m not about to clean up anyone’s mess. Including my own.
That’s all changed since I started spending time with Blair.
And fuck, I’m in too deep now.
Her legs shift beneath me and I can tell she’s restless. Needy. I shift up until my face is in hers once more, taking her hands and stretching her arms above her head, holding her wrists together with one hand. I lift my body away from hers, my knees on either side of her hips, my gaze locked on her beautiful flushed face. “You want this?”
I thrust my hips nice and slow, dragging my covered erection across her wet center and she instinctively arches beneath me, rubbing her wet pussy all over the front of my sweats. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Take it out then,” I urge her, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Show me what you can do with it.”
Eagerly, she reaches around me and shoves at my sweats, taking them down along with my boxers, exposing my ass. My cock. She drags them farther until they stop about midthigh, one hand curling around the base of my shaft as she begins to stroke.
She handles me so expertly, I swear my eyes fucking cross, her touch feels so damn good. Squeezing me in all the right places, her grip is firm, sliding up and down my shaft in a perfect rhythm that brings me closer and closer to blowing in a scarily short amount of time.
Fuck that. I need to draw this out.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her grip, noting the pout on her face. I’m relieved and grateful when she helps me get rid of my sweats and boxers, until I’m just as naked as she is. When I resume my position, my cock probes at her pussy and she grabs hold of me once more, squeezing the base.
“You need to get a condom,” she practically croons, her strokes putting me in a near trance.
“Got any nearby?” The words scrape against my raw throat and I glance over at the nightstand, praying she’s a safety girl and has a couple stashed in the drawer.
“In my bathroom—”
I’m up and out the door, buck-ass naked and crossing the hall, flipping the light on in her bathroom. “Where?”
“The top drawer on the right,” she calls.
I jerk the drawer open, rifling through the various products inside, relief smacking me square in the chest when I spot two condom packets. I grab them both, slam the drawer closed and quickly bail out of the bathroom, shutting and locking her bedroom door behind me before I rejoin her on the bed.
She’s still lying there where I left her, lazily drifting her fingers back and forth across her tits, and I stop, watching her. Her gaze lifts to mine and she smiles, cupping her breasts like an offering.
One I cannot refuse.
