Page 49 of A Quarterback for Christmas

Taking my time, I let my fingers drift to the top of her center, and without hesitation, I circle my finger across her skin,eliciting a small, gentle whimper from her. Even in the water, I can feel her wetness coating my fingers, and I love it. I love everything about what we’re doing. Her heavy breathing pushes me forward, and she moves her ass in line with my cock so I’m essentially jerking off between her cheeks.

It’s everything.

And nothing I ever expected from her.

Her body slowly rocks against my hand, and I dip my palm lower until my fingers are at her entrance. Pushing one finger in, I smile when she cries out in pleasure. “Do you like that?” My voice is gruff because, to be honest, breathing is a little tough right now.

Bella seems to have trouble with words too, and answers with a nod and a serene smile. “I love it. It feels so good.”

Taking a chance, I push another finger inside her, drawing small circles around her clit with my thumb.

My cock pulses against her ass, and I know I don’t have long, but I can’t come first. I never come first. It’s a rule of mine. Listening to her moans, I move to a quick rhythm that renders her breathless, hoping it will be enough to get her as close as I am, and we can at least come together.

Bella grinds against my hand, creating more friction between her body and my cock. We’re not having sex, but this is the most turned-on I’ve ever been with a girl. I don’t know if it’s because we’re doing something so beyond what I normally do or if it’s because it’s Bella I’m doing these things with. The prom queen who was too busy dating my best friend, so she didn’t look at me twice in high school is now all over me in college.

“I’m coming, Drew.”

“Come all over my fingers like I know you want to, B.” I continue my assault against her clit, rubbing faster whenever I feel her body involuntarily jolt. She gasps, and I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. Her hips buck, greedily pushing myfingers farther in, and that movement is enough to get me there too.

Pushing my palm down, she pulses against me. I close my eyes and let the pleasure take over as I come against her back. Although it’s not gentlemanly, I don’t stop myself. I can’t. It feels too good.

We’re both taking what we want from each other. What we need, and neither one of us is willing to stop.

The come down takes longer than I expected, but when the dots have finally cleared from my vision, I open my eyes to an equally satiated Bella, collapsed on top of me.

Breathing heavily, I gently kiss her shoulder. My fingers are still inside her, and my cum is probably on her back. I can’t say for certain if it has mixed into the bath water. We should probably get out of here, but I can’t seem to help myself.

She lies lifeless on my stomach, and I think I've rendered her speechless for the first time since I’ve known her. A feat that makes me prouder than it should.

The water starts to cool, and even though we’re technically clean, sitting in my semen is more than a little disgusting. “That was unexpected,” I husk into her ear.

“But amazing,” she breathes out.

Smiling, I squeeze her shoulders, moving behind her a little. “It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”

Her hand drops on top of mine, and she squeezes back. “Think we might need another bath tomorrow.”

“Think you might be right.” Did Bella and I just heal the enemy rift between us? We certainly made our relationship a hell of a lot more complicated. We should have talked about things before jumping into a bath together.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here. We’re turning into prunes.” I try to lighten the mood because the implications of what we did weigh heavy on me.

“Afraid of shriveling?” she asks lightheartedly. “Don’t worry, D. You’re packing enough D for the entire football team even shriveled.” She nuzzles her nose against the sensitive skin across my neck, so I start to move, knowing that if I don’t, we aren’t going to leave this tub without another round.

She moves out of my way, and as I get out of the bath, I cover myself before sitting on the ledge. I hold my hands out to her with an open towel in a move that repeats what we did yesterday, but this time, I don’t close my eyes as I watch her climb into my arms. She stumbles a little, but I’m there to hold her. Besides, even clambering, she looks beautiful as she makes her way out of the suds, and I see her body for what it is. Curved and toned, I have all these ideas about the things I’d like to do to her, but know we need to talk before I try.

Everything feels right when she sits on my lap, and I wrap the large towel around her slender shoulders.

She doesn’t protest when I pick her up, just lets out a little squeal as I carry her into my room. Placing her on the bed, I say, “Let me get you something to wear.”

Heading to the dresser, I pull out two shirts and two pairs of shorts. A set for Bella, and one for me.

As I hand her the clothes, I almost feel disappointed because I can see it in her face. She’s gone from serenely satiated to concerned in a matter of seconds.

Her forehead is so furrowed, her eyebrows look connected, and she’s chewing her bottom lip like she’s starving.

Great.

She’s already regretting it. I shouldn’t be surprised with her track record. She’s only had one serious boyfriend, and although Bella would like me to believe she has a different guy every week, I know the truth. I know her.

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