Bracing himself on his arms either side of my head, he kept eye contact as he slowly withdrew and then pushed back inside me.
Even through the rubber I could feel every vein as he moved, but it was the tip rubbing along that secret spot from before that got me.
Seeing that I was about to come again, he lowered his head and took my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath. Coinciding his thrusts with each flick of his tongue, he caught my groan in his mouth as I fell over the edge.
Every muscle inside me tightened, heightening my orgasm as he pushed through the tight clasp around his shaft.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, his thrusts speeding up, the force behind them increasing as much as the couch cushion would let him.
With my cognitive functions coming back online, I tightened around him again, triggering his own orgasm and causing the steady thrusts from before to lose their tempo.
On the fourth glide into me, he growled, and I felt him pulse into the condom as his muscles clenched tightly with the release.
Finally, he stopped moving and his head fell down onto the cushion beside where mine was as he tried to catch his breath.
Instead of the awkward feeling I normally had, all I could think was how amazing he felt inside me and how sad I was that he’d have to pull out soon. So, I said the only thing that conveyed that.
“Let’s do that again.”Chapter 7KipI was currently lying on my bed with Ashley panting on top of me, trying to catch my breath. I was still inside her and we were both sweaty with the amount of movement we’d just expended with each other.
Since we’d come back from the Aquarium two days ago, we’d spent time getting to know each other, having sex, and eating, and I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever be able to let her go.
Coach had called to say that the team had another week off while the players who’d caught the flu recovered, but according to Will sex didn’t count as cardio, so I was going to have to meet the rest of the team at the gym at some point.
But I didn’t want to.
It wasn’t that I’d fallen out of love with playing, it’s just that I’d fallen in love with Ashley. I now had two priorities that I was going to have to learn to juggle together.
I just had to let go of her to be able to do it and function like a civilized human, and then plan for when football season started back up in September and I had to leave her for longer periods of time. I just didn’t want to right now.
She was getting her stitches out in two days and would be able to go back to work, so I was giving myself those two days to come to terms with the fact I wasn’t going to be able to stay like this with her.
Since our date, the only time apart we’d had was when she was making the bands for Liberty. So far, she’d made over a hundred of them, using elastic that had tiny beads in a rainbow already attached to them and adding a small orange ribbon charm that she’d found online. They were simple, but perfect.
Two days was enough time, right?
“What are you thinking about so hard?” she mumbled, rubbing her face sleepily on my chest.
Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I answered without thinking. “About letting you go.”
I didn’t realize what I’d said until I felt her tense up and she tried to move away from me.
“I see. Well, if you give me five minutes to get my stuff together, I’ll help you out.”
Refusing to loosen the grip I had on her, I held her in place. “What are you talking about? We have two days?”
The expression on her face turned from hurt to pissed.
“Excuse me? Two days? So, I’m not good enough to keep, but I’m good enough to have for a period of time that suits you?” she asked, using her arms to push her body away from me. “You’re an asshole.”
Rolling us on the bed so that I was lying on top of her now, I gave her enough of my weight to hold her in place. “Will you settle down for a minute, that’s not what I meant.”
“How can what you said mean anything else? It’s pretty specific,” she argued, pushing against my chest now. “I’m so stupid. I knew I shouldn’t get involved with you, but did I listen to my brain? No, and now look.”
Placing my weight on my elbows, I caught her hands and pushed them so that they were either side of her head.
“Listen to me,” I clipped, moving my face as close to hers as I dared to. “I didn’t mean it like you’re making out. What I meant was that I was trying to get my head around not being able to spend all my time with you once you get your stitches out.”