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She looks up at me. “Mm?”
I pat her thigh. “Come sit on my face.” It’s cute to see how her eyes widen.
“Babe?”
I settle against the bed, urging her to sit over me. She’s hesitant at first, but once my hands are on her ass, she scoots forward. I press my tongue against her cunt, relishing in the breathy moan she gives me, and find her clit, sensitive still from the first orgasm. I rock her forward slightly; she drops one hand to my hair, tugging sharply, making me smile. I could happily stay just like this, breathing against her, taking in her warmth and scent, but she squirms.
“James,” she says, her voice high, ending on a question.
I turn my face to kiss her thigh. My hands press into her ass, kneading her firm skin. “Be a good girl and make a mess all over my face.”
“James,” she says with a moan. “James—fuck—”
I hum against her in response, and the vibrations make her moan, smacking her hand against the headboard. I don’t tease, I suck on her clit until she’s grinding down harder, then lick down her folds sloppily. I can taste my come mixing with her slick and groan; I love the way she tastes, the edge of salt and earthiness. She never lasts long like this, knowing I have her caught, ready to ravage, even though she’s the one on top of me. I dig my nails into her ass hard enough she cries out, rocking forward, finally letting loose. I lick into her hole, and I think my nose bumps against her clit because she sobs, her breath catching in her throat. She keeps riding my face until something comes undone inside her, and the moment it happens, I feel warm wetness spread from my mouth down my chin.
I look up at her. Her cheeks are dark pink, her eyes screwed shut. Her chest, still reddened from my ministrations, heaves. She looks gorgeous, caught in a moment of ecstasy. Not for the first time, I wish I could capture this exact scene; her thick hair tossed over her shoulders, nipples stiff and deep pink, her mouthscrewed into a sweet little pout, saying my name. Whenever she squirts, it brings out something primal in me, and this time is no exception. I lick and suck at her sensitive skin until she’s begging me to let her go, my chest swelling with the knowledge of the trust she puts in me, to allow me to see her like this. To allow me to taste her, fucking worship her, especially when she’s feeling so vulnerable.
When I finally switch our positions, she’s like jelly, clinging to me as if afraid she’s going to sink into the mattress. I smooth back her hair and kiss her on the mouth, letting her taste herself, and give her the praise she’s waiting for. “Such a good girl.”
She pulls me into another kiss. “Say it again.”
“Good girl,” I murmur against her mouth. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, stroking my hair. “Sure we have to go out?”
***
Several hours later, I turn my car onto a tree-lined street full of beautiful old houses. Most of them are set back from the road, hidden by bushes and gates. This neighborhood, Cherry Hill, is in South Jersey instead of Pennsylvania. The commute to the stadium is easier on this side of the Delaware River, so it’s where a lot of my teammates and coaches live.
Beside me, Bex looks out the window. I wasn’t sure she would come house hunting with me, after our conversation, so I’m grateful she’s here, even though it seems like I’m going to be living alone and visiting my girlfriend in whatever apartment she rents, instead of living with her like we basically have for months. Training camp is looming, and with it, my permanent move to my new city, so I need to figure out a living situation. I could just rentsomething, but I’d rather buy and have the investment, and the thought of having privacy is appealing. Plus, a yard means plenty of room for a dog... or for kids, later down the line. Assuming talking about that doesn’t make Bex shy away even more.
Bex takes her hair out of its ponytail, shaking it out. “This looks fancy.”
“Definitely.”
She glances over at me. “It’s not actually in Philly.”
“No.” I see the realtor, Kerry, slow her car and head into a driveway, so I follow. “But it’s only twenty minutes to the stadium, so I won’t have much of a commute. And we can go into the city whenever we want.”
She shrugs. “I guess.”
“Keep an open mind, okay?”
She gets out of the car after I park, grabbing her purse. “Sure.”
I thought maybe this morning erased some of the awkwardness we’ve been dealing with, but nope. I lock the car and follow her to the front door, where Kerry is waiting, clipboard tucked under her arm.
“Hi,” Bex says, shaking her hand. “Thanks for taking us around to look at houses today.”
“Of course.” Kerry shakes my hand too. She’s around my mother’s age, dressed in a navy pantsuit accessorized with a sleek pearl necklace. The team set me up with her; apparently, she’s a go-to for athletes in the area. “If you’re looking for privacy, this is an excellent option. Many other Eagles players live in the area, as I’m sure James has told you. And the schools are wonderful in this district, if you’re considering children right now.”
Bex smiles at me. “Maybe one day, but we’re not even engaged yet.”
“Of course.” Kerry unlocks the door. “Everything is updatedand upscale, so if it’s to your liking, you won’t have to do anything but move in.”
The entryway reminds me a little of my parents’ house; the cathedral ceiling opens to the second floor. Everything is a warm white, with gorgeous hardwood floors that shine. Kerry’s heels echo as she takes us through the rooms on the first floor. This is definitely more than we need right now, but it’s beautiful, from the butcher block kitchen island to the stone fireplace in the living room to the original crystal doorknobs, polished and refurbished so they look brand new. I already studied the house online, though, so mostly, I look at Bex, cataloging her reactions.
She likes it, I can tell. When we get to the guest room that Kerry points out has excellent natural light—and could make a wonderful photography studio—her smile relaxes, taking on the genuineness I’m used to seeing.
