Never Have A Baller's Baby

“That looks incredible…” he said in a soft voice, and she turned to see Scott Thompson standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. Her heart gave a little jump and she smiled widely. Even standing there just as he was, so simply and pleasantly, it was enough to make her blood flow faster.

His hand was pushed partway into the front pocket of his jeans, the sleeves of his button-up shirt were rolled to just below his elbows, and the top three buttons on his shirt were undone. His fit and toned frame was evident under his clothes, and her eyes traveled up the length of him to his face.

His mouth was turned in a half-smile, hinting at mischief, while his sky blue eyes promised it. It was his blue eyes, framed in thick black lashes that had first caught her attention when she met him. His black tousled hair hung low over his forehead, and was trimmed to collar length at his neck.

She swallowed and took a breath, trying to steady her increasing heartbeats. “Oh thank you! I know we talked about another style on this window, but I really think these curtains are a much better look for the room. They really open it up a lot.” She gave him a sweet smile.

A dimple appeared in his cheek as he gazed at her steadily and began to walk toward her. Her breath grew short as he reached her, and lifted his finger to her cheek. With the barest touch, he moved his finger over her jawline and touched her lower lip for the briefest moment before dropping his hand.

“I wasn’t talking about the curtains,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers.

She thought her heart might pound right out of her chest. She swallowed again. “You weren’t?” She couldn’t stop her smile from growing wide.

With a silent shake of his head, he reached his hand behind her and rested it on the windowpane, leaning his face in close to hers; so close that she could feel his breath on her skin.

“Not at all.” He spoke just above a whisper.

Her body began to heat considerably, and she was finding it difficult even to draw in a breath. “What were you talking about?” she managed to ask.

With a naughty grin, he lowered his hand to her thigh and traced his finger up along it to her hips, where he reached behind her and closed his hand around the back of her, squeezing her curves as he pulled her toward his hip

s. He brushed his lips against her cheek and spoke softly.

“I was talking about this woman in my arms. She’s incredible… and…” he kissed her gently, leading a trail to her ear, “absolutely irresistible.”

Naomi lost her breath entirely then, gasping at the feel of him against her. She closed her eyes and slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. “So are you!” she answered back breathlessly as she turned her face toward his neck, feeling his skin against her lips as she closed them to kiss him.

A few kisses along his neck and his cheek, and a moment later, she was locked in his firm embrace, her lips moving against his as they tasted one another hungrily. With a throaty moan, Scott pressed his hardened groin against her body, and the feel of his desire for her made her close her arms around his neck tighter.

“Come to bed with me.” His voice was slightly muffled as his mouth moved over her neck and his hands canvassed her body firmly.

“No,” she moaned softly.

He pulled back from her and looked at her in surprise. “No?” he asked in bewilderment.

She smiled at him and held his face in her hands. “It’s too far,” she answered, and taking him by the hands, she pulled him to the floor of the bedroom they were in. He chuckled for a moment as he kissed her lips, but the mirth in his expression faded as his need for her mounted.

His hands moving swiftly, he unbuttoned her blouse and slid her skirt off her, running his hands over her bra and panties as he kissed the upper swell of her breasts. He was aching for her, and though he had wanted to take his time enjoying every moment of being with her., his need for her was overwhelming, and he pulled his own clothes from himself in moments, only slowing slightly when he had slipped her panties from her, and he paused to look at her body, touching her gently and loving everything that he saw.

“Scott…” she whispered, touching his face as he lay beside her on the floor, his eyes moving over all of her.

He silenced her with a sweet kiss, moving above her and spreading her legs with his. In moments his desire for her swept over him, and he entered her, gently and carefully at first, but as they began to move together, he began to drive himself deeper and more fully into her, making her cling to him as she cried out in pleasure.

Her body tensed over and over, as one orgasm bound her in its intensity, only for another to do the same a few minutes later. Scott’s hunger for her only seemed to grow as they made love; it was as if the more he had of her, the more of her he needed, and he found both insatiable hunger and complete satisfaction in burying himself in her body.

Their passion culminated and wrestling together, crying out in ecstasy, he finally came, flooding her with every ounce of his orgasm. He rested his head on her shoulder and they held one another as their bodies began to relax and their breath came back to them slowly.

He sighed with exhaustion, rolling to his side to be beside her and hold her close to him.

“I was right. That was as incredible as it looked.” He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her.

She grinned at him and kissed him in return. “It’s always incredible with you. Every time. Even just thinking about it takes my breath away.”

He smiled at her and touched his finger to her cheek. “It’s like that for me too.” His voice was sincere. She felt a tug in her heart and reached her hand up to his as he brushed his fingers over her skin. There was something that had been on her mind, hurting her heart a little, and she knew that the time had come to bring it up to him.

“Scott, I really love what’s happening between us, but there’s something that I feel we should talk about.” She searched his eyes and he looked at her curiously.

“What is it?” he asked softly. They hadn’t had any serious talks up to that point. It had been foreplay and fun, steam and smiles, laughs and stories, but no serious talks.