“And your point is?” I flick my tongue across her nipple and suck it into my mouth. She moans lightly and my cock goes rock hard.
Her hands skim down my back until they reach my butt, she squeezes me hard with her dainty digits, pulling me down on her.
“I want you,” she confesses.
“You have me, all of me,” I admit, wanting to say so much more but afraid of scaring her off. Isn’t this usually the girl’s problem? I want to laugh, but her mouth on my neck brings my attention back to pleasing her.
I kiss my way down her torso, needing nothing more than to be inside her, owning her in every possible way.
I trace the lines of her stomach muscles with my tongue. She tastes salty and sweet, like saltwater taffy. Her pulse quickens with every flick of my tongue. Her hips arch off the floor as she squirms beneath me. I love the trust she is putting in me tonight. Someone could walk in at any moment and see us, but it’s late, and the building has been quiet for an hour. I think she secretly enjoys the thrill of the possibility that anyone could see us. We never get time alone at the dorms. I don’t want the guys hearing her moans. Those are just for me. And Courtney loves to embarrass the fuck out of me.
Amaya’s fingers brush lazily through my hair as I continue to taste her delicate flesh. Her knees fall to the side in surrender. I push the crotch of her little booty shorts to the side and suck on her tender skin. The heat of her fire pulses against my mouth. I look up through hooded eyes and she’s breathtaking and so beautiful it hurts deep in my chest. With my hands cupping her butt off the floor as she pants, I whisper three little words that seem so small in comparison to the way I feel about her.
“I love you, Amaya.”
She stills beneath me, her breath hitches in her throat. She looks at me, and I mean really looks at me as her eyes bore into mine seeing directly to my soul.
“I love you more, Tate.”
I sigh with relief inside hearing the words back, I wasn’t sure she would feel as strongly as I do. I didn’t say it to hear it back, but damn it’s good to know that she feels it too.
After getting her shorts out of the way and struggling with my boxers getting wrapped around my ankles, I thrust deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. She pushes up, meeting me thrust for thrust. Making love to Amaya without a condom doesn’t even dawn on me until I am getting off. I know she takes the shot so I’m not all that worried about it. But as I am inside her, with my come spilling into her, I can’t help but think of her having my baby one day and wanting nothing more.
**
I don’t know if I can do this. I’m sweating more right now, than I do when I’m out on the field. It’s not even me that is going to get a position in this company, but the fact that everyone I fucking know is out there to watch me, that is making me nervous. They weren’t supposed to be allowed in, but my family swayed the panel. Told them it meant the world to them to see me dance. Assholes. As if I’m not freaking out enough already.
“Tate, honey, calm down. When we get out there, pretend no one else exists, just me and you. Like in the classroom,” Amaya’s sweet voice tells me. “And if you don’t mess up on me, I promise to try anal with you.”
My head whips so fast, I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash, to look at her. “You got yourself a deal.” I’m fucking on cloud nine now. I can’t contain my smile.
She shakes her head with a nervous laugh. “I said I’d promise to try, doesn’t mean it will be successful.”
I shrug. “Trying is good enough for me.” And it is. She always wants to try it when we’re in the moment, but then chickens out when I start to actually go for it.
The judges call her name. Shit. This is it. I really have to go out there now.
Amaya squeezes my hand. “Just like we rehearsed.”
Easier said than done.
I follow her to the stage and take my place. I hear a whistle and shake my head. My family will never let me forget this. I have to get this right for my girl too. Someone clears their throat and the music starts. I take a deep breath and count the steps in my head, hoping I don’t come off stiff.
I watch Amaya do her thing, stepping in where needed to lift her.
Somehow the routine goes smoothly and the judges on the panel seem to be pleased.
An applause breaks out from the back of the theater where our private audience is seated as we take our bow.
Amaya mouths, “Thank you,” at me and I know I have made her happy. That’s all I want is to see her smile.
**
After Amaya and I clean up after our performance we’re accosted by my family. Great.
“Oh, my goodness, that was so amazing. Tatey-poo, I didn’t know you could dance like that,” Mom gushes. Her eyes are lit up with pride.
“I was watching you two at first, and I had to turn away, because I swear it looked like you two were about to rip off each other’s clothes. I don’t need to see that, so I watched your father’s face instead, and even that mean looking judge clapped as if he loved you!” Cindy rushes out all giddy.