Love Under Quarantine

Nothing.

And I thought I was married to the game—that that would be the only obsession in my life, the only thing I was committed to. However, what I feel for Sadie far surpasses those feelings.

Football is my true passion. And while I really hope the situation with work comes out on the positive side, now I’ve got Sadie. If I lose my job, I’ve still got her—and she’s worth more. I can make money doing a lot of things. Probably many things I’ll genuinely enjoy and possibly even love, but I don’t think anything in my future will ever hold a candle to what I feel for this woman.

The clacking sound suddenly stops. She lifts a finger in the air and brings it down on a key before sighing happily and smiling. She removes her glasses and sets them on the end table next to her.

“What’s my girl smiling about?” I come around the love seat and sit at her side.

Her eyes are glittering with joy. “I wrote three chapters! And they’re good. Really good.”

“Oh?” I dip my face close to hers and kiss her softly.

“Apparently a lot of sex makes my muse super productive.”

My cock agrees, hardening with every ounce of her face and body I soak in. Her happiness is like an aphrodisiac. She’s wearing my T-shirt from yesterday and it’s ridden up her thighs, gifting me a seductive expanse of skin to caress.

I place my hand on the thigh closest to me. “Did you save it?”

Her gaze hasn’t left mine, but I can tell the second her eyes heat as I toy with the hem of my shirt against her leg.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Good,” I say softly, closing the lid and moving the laptop off her thighs before setting it on the coffee table. I push the table back with my foot and then slide to the floor on my knees, maneuvering my body in front of hers.

“You look super sexy in your glasses, baby.”

She licks her lips and her cheeks pinken. I wonder what else gets flushed and dark pink.

The one thing she never let me do last night was to taste her. To make her come with my mouth. Every time I trailed down her body, she begged me to fuck her. What was I supposed to do? My woman wants my cock, I’m giving it to her.

Every. Single. Time.

“Everything about you is sexy.” I spread her legs and shift them until they cage me between them.

“Is that right?” she smirks.

“Yep.” I cup both and circle my thumbs around her kneecaps lightly.

“My knees?” She laughs, sounding a little ticklish.

I lean forward and kiss the right one and drag my tongue around the kneecap before doing the same on the other.

“Oh, wow. That’s um, sensitive.”

I grin a Cheshire cat smile. As I slide my hands up the outsides of her thighs, I hum and curl my fingers so I can tug her body down the seat until her thighs open wider.

She gasps and her legs tremble.

I’m incredibly delighted to find her bare pussy greeting me when the shirt rides up. Her arousal and unique scent coil in the air between us. It’s like the sweetest smelling flower just after a heavy rain.

Intoxicating. Exotic. Mind-melting.

“No panties? Naughty girl.”

“Evan…” She sighs and fists her hands at her sides.

“Hmm… what should I do to naughty girls who tease their men?”

She swallows and I watch the movement in her neck as her mouth falls open subtly to allow her labored breaths. “I don’t know. Fuck me?” That has her grinning. My sassy girl taking over.

I tsk and shake my head reaching my hands around to her round ass and bringing her closer to the edge. I back up and press her knees wide open, revealing her to my greedy gaze.

“Fuck. There is so much I want to do to you. Lick you. Suck you. Finger you. Fuck you.” I swallow down the desire coating my tongue imagining what she tastes like, teasing my senses before gorging on what we both want.

“Okay. Yes. I want all of those things.” She attempts naturally to close her legs, maybe hide herself a little, but I hold them wide open looking my fill of her flushed sex. The way the heart of her glistens and convulses with every breath.

“I’m going to make you come over and over until you beg me to stop,” I say, holding her legs open, my eyes zeroed in and hyper-focused on my prize. Her hips thrust, humping the air, her pussy clenching before my eyes.

It’s graphic, hot as sin, and tempting me like a snake-charming seductress.

My dick punches hard against my loose pants. I shove them down and hear her groan at the site of my erect cock, my palm encircling the base and stroking up just once. A tease. I’ve never been harder in my life.