Page 63 of Playoff

“Not much, no.”

“We can ice it later if it gets sore.”

“Okay.”

I start working my knuckles in the center of his back, making my way down his spine. There are a few pops as I increase pressure, and I slowly work my way back up. I press my fingers into a knot I can see beneath one of his shoulder blades and dig in, knowing it’ll be sore but hopefully he’ll get a little relief too.

“Fuck, baby, that’s nice.” He reaches down where one of my knees is pressed against his hips, rests his hand on the side. “Your skin is so soft. I love touching you.”

“I like touching you too.” I move to the back of his neck, digging my fingers into the fleshy parts just inside his hairline. I feel the goose bumps break out on his skin and lean down to press a light kiss on the area I’m massaging.

“Mmm. Kiss me some more.”

I drop down and adjust my position so I’m lying fully on top of him. He’s bigger than I am, and when I scoot down a little, I can kiss his neck, shoulders, and arms.

“Here?” I whisper, skimming my lips across the curve of his neck. “Or maybe here…” I drag my lips to the back of his shoulder. “Or is this a better spot?” I lightly suck on the side of his neck.

“Mark me, baby.” He rumbles out a laugh.

“And how will you explain that to your teammates when they see it in the locker room?”

“I don’t have to explain shit.” He abruptly flips over, taking me with him and landing on top of me so our positions are now reversed. “My hickeys are no one’s business but my own. And now, after an amazing massage, I owe you an orgasm or five.”

“Five?” I bat my eyelashes. “I love when you talk orgasm to me.”

He dips his head and fuses his mouth to mine. No matter how many times we do this, the butterflies in my stomach always make it feel like the first time again.

Our tongues do a slow, glorious tango, mouths moving together with practiced precision. I will always love how he kisses me.

“I know I owe your pussy a good licking, but I just want to be inside of you,” he breathes against my mouth.

“I want that too.” I hesitate, but the next words come out before I can stop them. “I’m protected against pregnancy. We don’t need a condom unless you’re actively fucking other women because I haven’t been with anyone in months.”

“It’s been a while for me too.” He lifts his head so he can look into my eyes. “You’re sure?”

“I want to feel you bare inside me.”

He crashes his mouth to mine, kissing me hard and deep and as passionately as anyone ever has. And while he’s doing it, he slides into me with one firm, smooth thrust. He bottoms out and everything stops. The kissing, our bodies, probably the entire world. Everything is nothing, reduced to the two of us, bodies linked together, eyes and hands locked.

There’s so much I want to say, but that would mean venturing into dangerous emotional territory. And right now, I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. Enjoy.

“Your pussy was made just for me,” he grinds out between kisses.

“Then make it yours again.”

I’m not sure what that means or what he takes it to mean, but he pulls out and drives into me with so much force I can’t discern whether it’s painful or the most erotic thing I’ve everexperienced. Each thrust is harder, deeper, faster—until I can’t breathe or think or do anything but…let him.

Just like I always have.

Our hands are still linked, and he manages to get them over my head so I’m completely stretched out beneath him, and then he takes me even harder. Rougher. With practiced strokes that make me feel more alive than I have in years. I’m so wet, I can hear him sliding through my slickness, and it just makes it hotter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He’s broken out in a sweat, we both have, and our bodies are slapping together in time to his thrusts.

“Blake!” I squirm, fighting against his hands because I want to move, touch him, reciprocate somehow, but he’s got me pinned and all I can do is continue to take it.

“Come for me, baby… let me feel that perfect cunt gush for me.”

His words, his cock, the way he’s holding me—it all culminates in a plethora of sensations. My body rears up to meet his, our eyes lock once again, the coiling in my belly gets tighter and tighter… and then the dam breaks, my orgasm crashing over both of us. He rides it with me, slamming into me with continued and unexpected ferocity, until we can’t wring another ounce of pleasure from each other.

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