Page 48 of Halftime

He circled my nipple with his tongue and then closed his lips and tugged. I gasped, desperate to both bring him closer and to shove him away to get rid of the last of our clothes. The two choices conflicted, and my brain wasn’t able to make a decision.

Another rub on his groin, and he shuddered.

“Pants. Off.” I gasped.

With a last swirl of his tongue, he pulled away. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes half closed. This was a Seb I knew. We’d taught each other this dance, step by step, and I knew his body and how he reacted. I knew he closed his eyes when I touched his cock, his brow creasing as if he was in pain. I knew if I ran my tongue over his balls, his hips would shoot up, almost hitting me in the face. I knew how he tasted.

I wanted to reacquaint myself with everything.

I pushed on Seb, and he twisted, and we conked heads as we struggled to get the rest of our clothes off. I had my hands on his zipper, and he slapped them away. I flopped back and then shoved my pants down my legs with shaking hands while he kicked his jeans and boxer briefs off his feet. His erection jutted out, just like I remembered. I stopped, panting and watching him.

Last time, when I’d been crying and upset, I hadn’t taken the appropriate amount of time to watch, to appreciate how he’d changed over the last year. It deserved to be savored. His muscles were bigger, more defined. There was more hair on his chest and trailing down to his groin. I was sure his frame was bigger, his stubble thicker than it had been. He stopped, watching me watch him. We paused for a moment, staring at each other’s naked bodies, and for me, it was a chance to absorb what was happening.

Me. Seb. Together again.

It felt right. Necessary.

Inevitable.

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Sebastien

Faith was staring at me, at my body, her gaze admiring, and every crunch, every weight, every run was worth it to see that look in her eyes. Then she lifted that gaze to my face, and I knew she saw me, not just my body. Unlike the other girls I’d been with, Faith saw me and knew me and wanted to be with me. It made what we did together so much better.

Her pants were around her knees. I didn’t know why she’d stopped, but I was happy to take whatever time she needed so I could just feast on her body. Okay, my dick was impatient, but we both admired the view.

Faith worked as hard as I did to keep herself in shape. She was strong, and her muscles were moulded and defined, light and shadow. She doubted how feminine they were, but I thought they were beautiful. Her nipples were hard and still wet from my mouth. Her chest was rising and falling, as if she’d just played a hard game, but it was from me. For me.

For us.

Suddenly, she snapped back. “Condoms, top drawer.”

She reached to take off what was left of her clothing, and I turned over to follow her directions. I pulled out the drawer and grasped for the familiar foil packs. I grabbed a couple, feeling optimistic about more than one chance, and suddenly, she was pressed against me.

Naked skin to naked skin. Her boobs against my back. She snuck her arm around my waist, and her hand travelled down, brushing over my abs and hip.

“I want to spend some time with that—” She brushed her fingers against my erection, and I almost levitated off the bed. “But after. Right now, we need that condom, fast.”

I almost laughed, but I was too desperate to be inside her. I ripped the package open with trembling fingers. I pulled it out and rolled it on with real urgency. Faith drew away, and when I moved back to face her, I found her lying on her back.

“Like this.” She stretched her arms over her head. “I want to see your face.”

I pushed up on my arms, but before moving on her, I leaned in to kiss her, slow and sweet, wanting to make sure she knew this was real. It wasn’t pity. It was more than sex. I was all in.

She shivered. “Now, Seb.”

I kneeled between her legs, taking in the new angle. Her aroused body was spread out for me. I looked down at her pussy. Her curls were wet and waiting. I wanted to thank her for giving me another chance. To let her know I’d never hurt her. But she was impatient, gripping my hips and pulling me down for another kiss.

And then I was inside her again, and it was everything. Her wet heat, her moans, her hands digging into my skin, pulling me closer, her strong legs wrapped around my waist, her hips, rising to meet me. I pulled back, almost all the way out, and then plunged back in, and she moved to meet me. I rested on my arms, framing her body, and her eyes locked on mine.

“Seb,” she whispered, and it was us again. I moved, watching every response on her face, feeling every clench of her pussy on me, and when she became frantic, I moved my fingers to her clit, pressing and watching her fall apart around me, her inner walls pulling on me.

It was more than I could take. I shuddered and felt my own orgasm barrel through me, and I was lost, nothing but Faith in my consciousness.

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Faith

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