Page 30 of Love In The Air

So close she could feel the vibration of his words against her clit. That was it. She cracked. Brain be damned. Chance was right, and she was desperate.

“Fine!” She arched her hips against his face. “I won’t practice alone ever again, just…please, Chance.”

Instantly at her words, his mouth came down against her, hot, wet and open. He kissed her through her cotton panties, soaking the material as his tongue sought her out. She cried out, the sensation glorious, but not enough. He seemed to realize her desperation because one hand left her ass to tug her panties to the side. His tongue thrust inside her. Iz gripped the hoop, sinking down until she was supporting most of her weight on the bottom bar. It dug into her armpits, but she didn’t care. All her focus was between her legs on the man doing amazing things to her with his mouth and tongue.

Before long, she found herself screaming his name as the orgasm rushed over her.

“Don’t move.” She heard Chance say or thought she heard him say. Honestly, the blood was rushing in her ears, she couldn’t quite make sense of anything right now.

But then she felt him gently remove her legs from his shoulders, taking her panties down her legs and off as he did. Her wobbly legs somehow sustained her as he moved off to the side, rummaging in his bag for something. She adjusted her grip on the hoop, pulling herself up slightly as she cocked her head, wondering what the hell he was up to.

A huge grin split her lips as she watched him pull a small foil packet from his bag.

“Don’t move,” he commanded her again.

Normally Chance’s commands irritated her, but in this case a small thrill shot up her spine at each strong, sensual, demand. Until she realized what his intent was, then a bit of hesitation crept in. Her grip slipped a bit. “You’re not serious.”

“I am,” he nodded, stripping his pants and boxer briefs off.

His jutting erection momentarily distracted her focus. Her core tightened again, aching for it to fill her. As he ripped open the package and rolled the condom on his length, she shook her head, clearing the fog of lust and asked again, “Chance, you can’t seriously be suggesting we have sex in the hoop?”

He stood in front of her, that damn infuriating grin she was coming to crave like water after an intense workout etched on his face. His hands reached down to grasp her thighs. He hooked her legs over his hips, positioning his cock at her entrance.

“Hold on, honey.”

She gripped the hoop tighter, the bottom curve pressing into her lower back as Chance thrust inside her.

“Fuck!” she swore, the sensation so good she nearly let her hands fall, but she didn’t want to risk them both falling over, so she held tight.

Chance slowly moved in and out. She locked her ankles around his back, arching against the hoop, letting it help hold her weight as he pumped into her. The rough tape of the hoop rubbed against her hands and back, adding such a deliciously opposing sensation to the warm feel of Chance’s body against her. He tilted her hips up, so every thrust went deeper. Her grip tightened as something inside her coiled. The intense pressure building, threatening to explode in seconds.

She was torn. It was so amazing she never wanted to stop, but she feared if completion didn’t come soon, she just might die.

“Fuck, you feel amazing, Iz,” he growled.

“More, Chance. More!” Now it was her turn to command.

He quickened his thrusts, his right hand moving down her hip and to the front so his thumb could rub in her clit in firm round circles. Her hands gripped the hoop so tight she felt the imprint of the tape dig into them. She cried out as her orgasm rushed over her. Chance pumped twice more before following her into oblivion.

Their foreheads pressed together, harsh breath mingling as they came down from their high. She felt the warm strength of his arms wrap around her back as his words whispered in her ear.

“You can let go now. I’ve got you.”

Her heart stilted at those words. She shook off the strange feeling they evoked in her. He only meant she could let go of the hoop, that he had her weight. Nothing more. Silly of her to think any differently. This was just sex. Amazing, absolutely out-of-this-world sex. But still just sex.

Slowly, she pried her hands off the hoop, falling forward and placing her hands around his neck. He moved them a few feet away from the hoop, rubbing her back in soft, comforting circles. Iz nuzzled her face into his neck, inhaling his scent, letting it ground her from the earth-shattering orgasm he’d delivered. Slowly, she removed her legs from his hips, stepping down to the floor. A small whimper escaped her as she felt him slip out of her.

“We should clean up,” he said, motioning to the studio bathroom. “You can go first.”

She graciously accepted his offer, grabbing up her panties and leggings as she hurried to the bathroom. After she used the facilities and cleaned up the best she could, she tugged her clothing on and motioned for him. While Chance was cleaning up, she grabbed the sanitizing spray and cleaned the hoop and mat, grateful she’d been rehearsing with her own personal hoop tonight. If this thing had been a studio hoop, she’d feel terrible for what they just did in it.

Chance exited the bathroom once she had everything cleaned and put away.

“So…” She shifted on her feet, not sure what to say. What did one say after having logic defying sex with someone they were supposed to dislike?

“Should we keep doing this until it’s out of our system?” Chance asked with an arched brow.

She blinked, pondering his words. Why not? Why shouldn’t they keep having sex? Clearly, one night wasn’t enough to purge the lust for this man out of her system. They had to keep working together. Why not keep enjoying some benefits while the going was good? As long as they were safe and no expectations were stated, it couldn’t hurt, right?

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