Page 102 of Courtside

A choked groan fell from David’s mouth, and she felt his muscles strain and flex under her hands. “Fuck. Okay. Yes, please.” The words were rushed and his voice rasped as he added, “only if you want…”

Sage wasted no time pulling the briefs down, her breath catching in her throat when her movement freed the hard length of him. He was so fucking beautiful — his spread thighs covered in a smattering of dark hair, and his cock thick and leaking against his lower belly.

She couldn’t believe that she’d spent hours of her life with this man without doingthis. Not when he looked so good and watched her like she was something precious. Like she was a gift.

Letting her eyes fall shut, she lowered her mouth to him.

The moment her tongue brushed the impossibly soft skin, a broken “Sage” fell from his mouth. She’d never loved the sound of her name as much as she did at that moment. She explored him, starting at the tip and then trailing down to the base that was nestled in thick dark hair. His scent was intoxicating, a mixture of heady, masculine musk and a barely noticeable hint of his soap. Breathing him in as her mouth explored his heavy sac, she relished how every touch elicited a hitch in his heavy, panting breaths. She took him fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him before swallowing him down. Her hands on his thighs struggled to hold him in place as his hips bucked up, thrusting him all the way to the back of her throat.

She tried to breathe through her nose, but refused to stop him, not when he was so obviously undone under her attention. She found a rhythm bobbing her head up and down, spending extra seconds in the places that caused his stomach to jump and his thighs to tremble.

“Stop,” David growled, pulling her off of him before hauling her up his body. He cradled her face in his huge hands and pulled her mouth to his in a claiming kiss.

Their bodies met, his length jutting up against her core and perfectly brushing the apex of her thighs. A whine escaped her throat as their mouths collided, the kiss perfectly hot and filthy — a promise of what he wanted to do to her.

Sage rolled her hips against him, the building need in her body crossing over into desperation. His cock felt good against her —so fucking good— but she was ready for more. Ready to lose the scrap of fabric that still separated them and finally feel him inside of her.

She tore her mouth away from his. “I need it,” she panted, the pounding between her thighs like a heartbeat, making her frantic.

She felt David’s fingers curl around her braid, tugging her up so that her chest lifted from his.

“I want to taste you,” he ground out, and even in dim light she could see the way his eyes raked down her body.

“Not tonight,” she said, her voice breathy and strained. “I need you inside me now.”

Something that looked a lot like disappointment flashed across David’s face, but the expression faded quickly as he nodded up at her.

“Condom?” Sage asked, even as she shifted above him to strip off her underwear.

“Nightstand.”

Sage crawled over to the small table, immediately locating the square wrapper. Tearing it open with her teeth, she walked on her knees back over to David.

“You came prepared,” she said, her voice rough with want.

David hissed as she rolled the rubber down the length of him. Once he was covered to the base, Sage resumed her position straddling his hips, gripping him in one hand as she hovered over him.

“I didn’t want to presume,” David began, his strong hands brushing up her sides before wrapping around and settling on her ass. “I can’t believe we’re here,” he said, his whisper full of reverence, like maybe he hadn’t meant to say the words out loud.

Rather than responding, Sage began to lower herself onto him. Her head fell back, her breathing shallow, as she accepted him into her body inch by excruciating inch.

It was a stretch, but in an exquisite way that sent spikes of sharp pleasure from her nerves straight to her brain, sending her arousal into a frenzied overdrive. She felt her body adjusting to him, and when he was fully seated inside of her, a whimper fell from her lips.

“You…” David’s voice rumbled beneath her. “I knew it was going to be like this. I fuckingknew.”

She hadn’t realized that her eyes had drifted shut. Maybe it was her body’s way of telling her that the overwhelming satisfaction inside of her warranted the full attention of her senses. Like maybe the sight of him in addition to the feeling of him filling her would have been too much.

She gave her hips an experimental roll forward.

Oh, fuck.That.She did it again, only this time David thrust up to meet her.

She couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing him, and she forced her eyes open. Immediately, she was hit by the full force of his gaze, and the look in his eye sent a shudder of pleasure down her spine. And as their bodies found movement together, she stared down at him.

So much of what she saw was familiar. There was none of the thrill of discovering someone for the first time, of learning their features and body through intimacy. No, she knew David, and David knew her.

She knew that he was self-conscious of his body, which was incomprehensible because to her, he was a wet dream. She knew that even though dark hair shadowed his jaw and neck he’d only shaved two days ago. She knew the weight and certainty of his touch against her skin. She knew that there was a sweetness to David Hughes that she was only just beginning to see.

“God, Sage. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this? You, riding me like you were made for me?” David’s voice was low, almost a growl, with his accent slipping out more than she was used to. The sound of stretched vowels and the smoky rasp had her body clenching around him.

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