Page 64 of The Way We Dance

Ty

Iwas convinced that this was the best day of my life.

First, I had friends in the stands to watch me play for the first time in my career. Then I had someone waiting for me after the game, which made my heart hammer more than I imagined.

If that wasn't enough, I played well, scored a touchdown, and the media laid off my back in the post game interview.

I had taken Giselle back to my “brother free” apartment, ended up learning so much more about her, and now she was standing in my bedroom with a pink bra and hard nipples.

Some part of me wondered if I had died and gone to heaven, or if this day was a dream. Shit like this didn't happen to me. No one fucking ate a sandwich with me and asked me about shit, much less told me about their shit.

I was hungry after the game and no part of me started off wanting the night to be so intimate. Yet, there I had been, slow dancing to Travis Tritt in my moonlit living room.

Now I had my hands on Giselle and the look in her eye told me my night was going to be better than my day ever dreamt of being. She was shaking with the need to touch me back and I imagined she was trying to get the courage to do just that.

Keeping my right hand on her breast, I lifted her hand to my chest. I placed it flat on my pec—over my heart. I swallowed hard, hoping this wasn't too much for us. I had known Giselle for a few weeks now, but tonight was the first night I felt like I knew her on a deeper level, and I was still learning as I went.

Never before had I cared so much about what someone else felt or thought of me. Even the first time Giselle and I were together, we were ardent and impassioned. We moved on instinct and never questioned what was happening or what it meant.

That was the way this night was supposed to go, and all it took was a turkey sandwich to tilt everything sideways. I knew her better, I felt her better. I wanted to make sure she was fucking happy and content.

Giselle had started rubbing her hand from my pec and around my hard body. She traced a few of my tattoos and watched her own fingers as they moved. I stayed in place, holding her and gently teasing her nipple with my thumb.

We both looked up at one another at the same time and when our eyes locked, she blushed and bit her lip, embarrassment covering her features.

“Don’t,” I warned. “Don’t stop.”

There was not a trace of humor or insincerity in my voice. I wanted to give her the green light to do whatever the fuck she wanted and I didn't want her questioning me or herself.

Taking both her hands, I pressed them back onto my body and guided her around my shoulders, chest, and stomach. Then I hooked one of her hands into the waistband on my pants and left it there as I got closer to her.

When we were kissing, there were no hesitations, so I leaned down and started kissing her again. With her fingers tucked into my waistband, she pulled me closer to her and wrapped her arms around my back the best she could. She took her nails and made goosebumps form over my body in every spot she touched.

Testing the theory of no panties, I undid the button of her jeans and tucked my hand in, running my fingers through her seam.

Just like I thought, Giselle was all skin and wetness inside her jeans and that knowledge made me become a fucking lunatic trying to get them off her hips. We had to pull apart to get them off faster and instead of taking her lips again, I lifted her off the floor and threw her onto my bed.

Both of our hesitations were gone.

Her legs were splayed out wide and her arms were above her head. Her hair was still tight in her bun, although a few strands fell down around her face. She looked down at the obvious hard-on I had through my jeans and licked her lips, causing me to almost come in my fucking pants.

I was no kid, and I had plenty of experience, but nothing could ever compare to the adolescent response I had to Giselle.

Falling to my knees at the end of the bed, I pulled her by the ankles until her legs wrapped around my neck and her wet pussy was directly in my face. Somehow she had spent an entire evening in a football stadium but still smelled like fucking sunshine.

Taking my tongue, I traced the seam of her pussy and watched as she shook with need. I dove deeper into her, lapping up everything that my touches were causing her body to create. I could have spent a lifetime down there, making her happy, horny, and satisfied. I honestly considered it.

But as she shook with her impending orgasm, I pushed her over the edge and decided that more than anything, I wanted to feel her coming on my cock again.

Rising up, I wiped my mouth with the back of my forearm and finished unbuttoning my jeans. Sliding them off, I kicked them to the side and took a hold of myself, stroking and showing her how hard I was for her.

If I thought she was going to lie there and let me climb on top of her, I was completely wrong. She rose up on her knees and braced herself on the edge of the bed with her hands.

“I want a taste, too,” she murmured before closing her mouth over me.

The roar that elicited from my chest and throat was quite literally something related to a lion. She had to use her own hands to keep herself steady so I kept my hand at my base and stroked the parts of myself that her mouth couldn’t reach.

In no time, I felt that tingle come up my spine and my thighs started shaking. As much as I wanted to come right then and there, that wasn't how this was ending.

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