Bliss.
Being inside of Hadley is pure, unedited, bliss.
The fear of overpromising and underdelivering to Hadley has me working to break down the new plays Krueger, Hudson, and I have been discussing rather than the euphoria racing through my body.
Her hooded eyes and deep moans chase the euphoria back to the forefront of my thoughts.
I rock inside of her, my movements slow and rhythmic.
Sweat beads on my brow. I silently recite records and stats from my favorite football teams and players until I don’t feel like I’m going to embarrass myself. I focus on her face, on her breaths, on the way her eyes roll back in her head as I move inside of her, changing my angle and speed so I know exactly what she likes and what drives her absolutely wild.
I grab Hadley’s right leg and swing it across the front of my chest, and while still buried inside of her, I shift her to lie on her side. The motion has her spine lengthening and straightening, her breaths turning into pants.
“Bend this knee,” I direct her, sliding my hand along the silkiness of her thigh. She moves instantly, without question or hesitance. I pull out to the very tip, then slam into her, reveling in the sound of her strangled cry. I do it again, harder this time, and then again, and as I slip out a fourth time, I slide my fingers against where my cock is stretching her. Hadley mewls, shifting her hips lower as she bends, to look at me as I circle her entrance again, dragging her wetness down, over her clit and massaging her, working to bring her to another climax as I slowly slide my cock in and out of her, finding the rhythm that has her breaths increasing, her fingers digging into my bed before her eyes squeeze shut and her body tightens and pulses against me.
My orgasm rips through me with a force that has me groaning and rocking into her, milking every bit of pleasure from this moment. I squeeze her thigh a final time and slowly open my eyes.
Hadley is lying on her side, face flushed a lighter shade than last night at the pool, her eyes closed, and lips tipped up with a grin.
I release another soft groan and slowly slide out of her, already regretting that it’s over.
I head to the bathroom where only the toilet and sink work and clean myself up before returning to find Hadley with her underwear already on, reaching for her shirt.
“How was the trial?” I ask.
She looks at me, an embarrassed smirk claiming her lips. “This wasn’t your worst idea.”
I chuckle.
Hadley slips her shirt on, staring at me with mild uncertainty as she grabs her underwear and pants.
“I thought we talked about twenty-four hours?”
Her smile is sarcastic. “I have class at nine, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to be at the gym by four.”
“Seven hours, then.”
“That’s quite the stamina you’re promising.”
“Or we could just hang out? Watch another episode of our show.”
Her eyes pinch. “I didn’t know if that applied to these nights or if hanging out afterward would blur the lines.”
It does. Or it would. But everything inside of me protests the idea of her leaving. “Why would it? We’re friends.”
“Who just had sex.”
“Fucking phenomenal sex.”
Her cheeks blossom red.
“Tell me it wasn’t,” I demand, nearing the bed, the scent of sex still ripe in the space.
She looks at me sideways as I sit down. “I might like your bedroom skills more than you…”
I belt out a laugh and grab the remote. “Scoot over.”
She shifts over as I flip down the blankets, so she can get beneath them. I settle in beside her.