“Yeah, baby?” My voice is thick with my desire for her.
“S-Stop teasing me,” she pants.
Letting her nipple fall from my mouth with an audible pop, my lips head south. “Not teasing. Enjoying you? Yes. Loving you? Hell, yes.” I trace a path with my tongue over her quivering stomach, and I don’t stop until I reach her pussy. I kiss just above where I know she wants me. Hell, from the grip she has on my hair and the sounds she’s making, it might be a need at this point.
“Four days,” I say tenderly. “Four days without you, freckles.” I’m done talking. It’s time to show her. Moving further down the bed, I position her legs over my shoulders, kissing her inner thigh. My index finger glides through her pussy. She’s wet and ready, but I need more time.
“Please,” she begs, her hand grappling for my hair to hold on as my mouth hovers over her clit. “Oh, God,” she breathes when she feels my hot breath.
With my tongue, I make small circles, causing her hips to rise off the bed and her grip on my hair tightens. Her need only fuels my desire. Pulling away, I blow gently on her sensitive bud, and she squirms beneath me. I’m salivating. I can’t tell if it’s her or me that’s coating my chin.
“Mmm,” I hum.
“D-Don’t stop, please,” she pleads.
One hand works up to her breast to play with her nipple, while the other slides one then two fingers inside her. In tandem, my tongue and my fingers fuck her. She’s pulling on my hair. Her grip is firm, and her moans of pleasure have precum leaking from my cock. I need her to come.
Now.
My tongue presses harder, flicking her clit like it’s my job while my fingers piston inside her. Her walls begin to quiver, telling me she’s close. I’m ready to come with her taste on my tongue and from feeling her body’s reaction to me. I fight it as I bring her over the edge. She cries out as her body convulses and I drink her in. Everything she gives me, I take.
When her body finally relaxes into the mattress and her hands fall beside her on the bed, I slowly slide my fingers out of her, licking them clean. Carefully, I remove her legs from over my shoulders and resume the same path I took earlier—trailing kisses up her body until I reach her lips. She kisses me back without abandon, her tongue battling with mine.
Ripping my mouth away, she whimpers. I reach over into the nightstand and grab a condom, tearing it open with my teeth and sliding it over my cock.
“Hurry,” she murmurs.
Not needing to be told twice, I position myself at her entrance and slide home. Nothing has ever felt more like home than being connected with her like this. Nothing ever will. Lowering my weight onto her, careful not to crush her, I take my time pushing in and pulling out. Over and over, I slowly make love to her. It’s perfect because all I want to do is slow down time. I want this night to last forever.
“You okay?” she whispers. The room is starting to lighten as day breaks, and I can see her eyes watching me with worry.
“I’m perfect.” A few more lazy strokes are all it takes for me to lose my control as I come inside her. I still and then relax, sated. “I’m sorry.” I kiss her nose. “That was supposed to last a hell of a lot longer.”
She giggles. “It was torture. You teased me. But everything about this moment is faultless. I wouldn’t change it for anything. This is how we should always say goodbye.”
“Why did you have to mention that?”
“Because I need to get up and get moving to get to work, and you have to pack.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“Of course, you do. It’s going to suck, but, Landon, you love this game. Football is your life, so you’re going to miss me. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
“I don’t know that I could grow any fonder of you than I already am.”
“Come on you. Let’s shower.” Tossing off the cover, she climbs out of bed, and I watch her until she disappears into the bathroom.
Fond of her indeed.
We landed in New York about two hours ago, checked into our rooms and now here we are in the conference room, eating our catered meal, one that is mandatory. Coach Neil thinks that it promotes team bonding or some shit. He’s right. I’m just bitter because I could be in my room talking to Emma.
“Arm’s looking good,” a deep voice rumbles from beside me. Turning, I see the team owner, Joseph Stamper, taking the seat next to mine.
“Thanks.” I grab my water and take a long drink. “Team’s tight.” I’m sure he’s about to tip my ass about climbing the wall to get to Emma. I paid my fine though, so we should be able to move on.