His Tight End

“You are so fucking beautiful, Sasha. You know that, don’t you?” I ask. My voice is thick.

“No,” she whispers.

“Someone should’ve been telling you every single day.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted that. It’s much better coming from you,” she says, running her fingertips over my scruffy beard.

“You're right. I don’t think I’d like that either. I don’t share." I lean into her, but I realize just how ripe I am from practice before I get to her. "You probably want to take a shower, don't you?"

"That would be great," she says, beaming a megawatt smile at me. Her perfectly straight white teeth dazzle me.

"Come," I say, standing. She does the same and takes my extended hand. Leading her down the hallway, I take her into the guest bedroom. I don't want to assume anything or make her uncomfortable by taking her to my room so soon.

"Wow. That shower is huge," she says, laughing.

"It is," I reply, chuckling. "Towels are in that closet. I'll bring you a t-shirt. I'll just put it on the bed."

"Umm… if it's not too weird, can I borrow some shorts too? I don't like my thighs touching," she says before immediately turning red. "Nevermind."

"Don't worry about it,” I say, reaching out and touching her cheek. “A shirt and some shorts coming right up."

"Thanks," she says, looking relieved.

"You're welcome. Please make yourself at home."

"Thank you," she says, reaching into the shower and turning it on. I watch her kick her shoes off and make my exit before anything else comes off. I know if I see more skin than I already have, I’ll never leave.

Heading into my room, I decide to take a quick shower before bringing her something to change into. I couldn't have been out of the room for more than five minutes, but when I return, she's got her hair wrapped in a towel, and she's stark naked. With drops of water slowly dripping down her body, she's doing some kind of ballet move. One foot is pointed, so she's resting on her toes. Her other leg is extended far behind her, and her foot is pointed right at me. Then she spins into some other pose. I'm pretty sure if it were possible, my tongue would have rolled out of my mouth and onto the floor like a cartoon. My damn eyes would be bugging out too. To be fair, all I can see now is her bare little pussy as she stretches and bends. I must make a noise because she gasps and tries to grab for the towel she's had on the counter.

"It's too late, baby," I say as she swivels around. Her gorgeous tits are huge when freed from the confines of her sports bra.

"I'm so sorry. The clothes weren't there."

"No need to be sorry, baby. Where'd you learn to do that?"

"Miss Jenny's School of Dance, Lincoln Nebraska," she says, giggling.

"How enchanting," I murmur.

"You don't talk like a football player."

"English major with a minor in drama. I wanted some options for when I retire. My football scholarship is the only way I was going to college; I had to make the most of it."

"I totally understand. It’s dance for me," she says, coming toward me. I back myself out of the bathroom and onto the bench at the foot of the bed. I rub my bare chest. My heart is beating too fast. I’ve never felt like this before. She’s making it hard for me to breathe. The basketball shorts I have on do absolutely nothing to hide the raging erection I'm sporting.

“Dance for me,” I demand. After seeing her in the bathroom, I need more.

"Why?" she asks, smiling curiously.

"Because you're mine." She must like that answer because she smiles and pulls the towel out of her hair. Slowly, she runs her fingers through her wet locks and shakes them out. She spots the Alexa Echo I have on the dresser and grins.

"Alexa, play Rihanna's Skin," she says, and Alexa obeys. I've never heard this song, but I can see why she picked this song as she begins to move. Her curves are on full display as she mixes ballet with hip hop and body rolls. I didn't expect her to actually do it, but good God damn, I've never seen anything like it.

I lick my lips and clench my fists. My fucking balls tighten up in anticipation. She's nowhere near me, and I can't keep my eyes off of her. She does a slide split, grinding her pussy on my hardwood floors, then eases back into her seductive assault on all my senses without skipping a beat. Before the song ends, she has Alexa switch to another song, Motivation by Kelly Rowland and Lil Wayne, which I have heard before, and continues her sensual movements. Then she sits on my lap, grinding on me. I'm fucking gone for this girl, and I don't care how insane that sounds.