“Good.” I smile and roll to my back, holding my cock upright for her. “Get on.”
Amaya sinks down on me, and I groan with pure elation. She fits to me perfectly. I let her have full control, setting her own pace as she glides up and down my cock, slow and steady. Her eyes are locked on mine, filled with desire and love.
Fuck, I love this girl. I smack her ass playfully and tell her, “That’s it, baby. Ride me.” And damn if she doesn’t move faster, taking what she wants. I can feel her getting close to an orgasm. While she’s heavy in the moment I go for what I want once more. Her chest is pressed to mine as she kisses me, and I rub my finger along the slit of her cheeks and push knuckle deep and she moans. “How’s that feel?” I question.
“Tight, but good,” she whispers sucking on my neck. Her hips wiggle and I press deeper. She hisses in my ear, but it’s definitely a sound of pleasure.
I move my finger in tune with the circling of her hips as she grinds on my cock and finger. It isn’t any time before she is shattering, riding out the wave of her release. Amaya rolls to the side and sticks her ass in the air. Going to my knees, I get behind her, lining the head of my dick up with my prize. When I go to push the tip in, my girl squirms and giggles.
“I’m sorry, Tate, baby, I don’t think I can do it. The finger wasn’t too bad, but your dick still makes it feel like I need to go to the bathroom.”
I sigh, but I can’t be upset with her. One day, we’ll get there. Instead, I take her doggy style and it isn’t long before I am getting off. It doesn’t hit me that I’m not wearing a condom, again until I’m getting off, filling her completely with my love for her. I’m not worried about her getting pregnant, I know she’s on birth control, but I wouldn’t be too beat up about it if she were to have my baby. A part of me wishes we were creating one together, tonight.
I already know that I love her that much. That should terrify me, but I no she’s it. She’s my one. The big bang.
**
We’re all seated in the first two rows. Amaya’s parents couldn’t come because they were too busy with work and couldn’t get out of it. Courtney’s parents are both here, along with mine, including my grandma, cousins, a few uncles and aunts, and of course our crew of friends. Hell, even Coach is here.
This is Amaya’s moment to truly shine. Her dance instructor told her that a member of the panel from the company she auditioned for may be here tonight, so I know she is nervous. My mom squeezes my hand as the lights go down and everyone is quieted down.
“This is so exciting,” Courtney whispers from my other side. Adams is sitting far away from her with Bucky, and Big Tex is sitting by my dad. I’m not even going to ask. Tonight is about Amaya and nothing will ruin this for her. I even made sure roses were delivered to her before at the dorms, and I have another dozen set to be delivered after her performance.
The curtain goes up and the stage is lit with a blue glow. The music starts and after a few minutes, Amaya takes center stage. She’s beautiful in her ice blue bodysuit and tutu. I normally wouldn’t enjoy something like this, but I could watch my girl dance all day every day. She’s perfection.
My mom makes a comment here and there about how graceful she is, but I can’t pull my eyes away from her to be bothered with conversation.
**
We go out to dinner after Amaya is done with her performance. Sitting around the table everyone is chatting, and of course Mom and Cindy are both whispering and everyone looks up to give me a weird smile. I shake my head and put my hand on Amaya’s leg, as she chats with Courtney.
Big Tex took off after the performance, saying he was tired. I know that wasn’t the truth, he was just sick of watching Courtney and Adams all loved up with each other after the show. I don’t blame him. Fuck, if something ever happened to Amaya and me, not that I ever think something will, and I had to watch her with someone else, I would most likely commit murder.
In this moment, I feel as if I have gotten everything I could ever hope for. A chance at the NFL, the girl I’m going to marry, and all my family and friends, right here. Now just to meet Amaya’s parents, and I’m in the home stretch of my perfect life.
Amaya smiles at me and takes a big bite of her double bacon burger. I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip, capturing the dollop of mayo that is dripping down to her chin.
“Oops,” she mumbles, and I laugh.
My dad catches my eye and mouths, “Bang,” at me.
I nod, because yeah, she’s my big bang, my world. Nothing can wipe the smile from my face right now. That is until Amaya’s phone beeps and her screen lights up with a text message from that fucker, Keith.
Keith: You were amazing tonight. I loved seeing you dance again. You’re so beautiful, I need to see you. I need to talk to you. Can we meet?
I bang my fist down on the table and all eyes flash to me.
“Tate, you okay, son?”
I can only shake my head as I shove my chair back. I’m going to go find that lousy piece of shit and beat it into his head that Amaya is with me. I’ll gouge his eyes out so that he never sees her dance again, if that’s what it takes to prove my point.
She’s mine.
“Tate, don’t. He’s not worth it. I’m with you. Nothing is going to change that.” My girl squeezes my hand and I take a deep breath.
“You good, man?” Adams’ questions.
I nod. I know deep down that Keith has no chance in hell at ever taking Amaya away from me, but it pisses me off that he is still pulling this lame shit.