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“It’s almost like we’re perfect for each other.”

“A perfect match,” I breathe, twining my fingers with his.

“Perfect together.”

Then he kisses me again, long and slow, and something restless inside me settles. With every piece of myself and my trust I hand over to him, the deeper our relationship grows.

We’re so beautifully twined together now, I can’t imagine anything untangling us.

20

Love of the Game

Trevor

“Fuck, baby. Yes. Justlike that.”

My head hits the headboard as I lean back, so turned on I can’t fucking think. And that’s the point.

My wrists are bound to the bed frame with those silky ties, and Chelsea is sitting on my lap, riding me, our sweaty bodies writhing together. There’s nothing sexier than my girl riding me, her tits bouncing, and her long, sweaty hair framing her face.

I never thought I’d love being restrained or being out of control in the bedroom, but it turns out, I need it. I’d let her be even more controlling if she wanted to. Submitting to her takes all my stress away.

“Chels…” I groan, but then she stops. “Why?”

She leans over and grabs something from her drawer, then her lips are on mine. Still, she doesn’t move, and I swear my cock is practically crying in desperation. He’s definitely leaking. But then I hear the buzz of her vibrator, and then I feel the reverberations as she presses it to her clit.

She throws her head back and starts riding me again, and fuck, fuck, fuck… it’s so good. Too good.

“Yes,” she whines, riding me hard. I thrust into her, meeting her each time she sinks down on me.

I lean forward as much as I can and kiss her shoulder.

“I can feel your pussy tightening around me. You need to come, don’t you?”

She shudders. “So badly.”

“Keep working that vibrator over your sweet clit. I can’t wait to feel you clench around me and milk me dry. I don’t know if I can hold back. I might break the condom with how hard I’m going to come.”

“Trev,” she whines, then swirls her hips. “Yes, yes.” She leans forward, her free hand curling into my hair as her forehead drops against mine.

Then her grip on my hair tightens, and she pulls as her body goes taut.

She cries out, and I watch her beautiful face as her pussy clenches around me in long, hard spasms.

“Fuck,” I growl, eyes locked on her gorgeous face as I fill the condom, my fingers digging into my palms.

One of these times, I really might break the damn condom. I’ve never come so hard in my life as I have doing it with her.

And in the last month-and-a-half since we started having sex, we’vedone ita lot.

We’re in the can’t-keep-our-hands-off-each-other stage of our relationship.

It was a bumpy start for us, but it was worth it to be here now. Our relationship is easy. We rarely fight, and if we do, we usually playfully disarm each other and talk it through. It helps that we both really want to make our relationship strong, and we’ve both been through enough to not fuck around when it comes to communicating.

Things are good.

Which doesn’t at all make the intrusive thoughts in the back of my mind say that all good things come to an end. But that’s something for me to deal with at my next therapy appointment.

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