Page 103 of Courtside

His hands gripped her hips and she felt his legs repositioning behind her. His hips thrust up, bucking into her, and the sudden movement had her falling forward, bracing herself against his chest.

“Fuck,” she cried, as the new angle had him thrusting directly against that spot inside of her. She shifted, adjusting her body so that in addition to the internal stimulation she could grind her clit against the base of him.

“That’s it. Take what you need.” Sweat dotted David’s forehead, and a piece of his dark hair had flopped forward onto his forehead. “Yours, Sage. This cock is yours. These hands are yours. Tell me what you need and it’s done, beautiful.”

It built, the pressure between her legs that started like a vibration under the skin of her inner thighs and curled up her spine, tightening her muscles until she couldn’t stop the trembling in her arms and legs.

“You,” she said, struggling to find enough breath to form words. “You on top. Now.”

David moved her like a wrestler, leveraging his strength and size to hold Sage against him as he flipped them. Somehow he was able to execute the entire move without withdrawing from her.

Draping himself over her, his breath was harsh against her chest as he slung one of her legs up and over his arm, spreading her open for him. He rolled his hips forward and her vision blurred. She wrapped her hands behind his neck and tangled her fingers into his hair, hanging on like she wasn’t already hurtling toward the edge.

David’s head hung down between his shoulders as he moved above her, and she could feel the harshness of his breath against her breasts every time he thrust inside of her.

“What do you need,” he asked between heavy breaths.

Sage untangled one of her hands and reached down between their bodies, finding the wetness of her slit.

“That’s it,” David praised. “You know exactly what that little clit needs, don’t you?”

A moan fell from her mouth as she began rubbing tight, frantic circles, her inner muscles tensing and clenching around him.

“Fuck, Sage,” David breathed, and his movements slowed as he dragged his cock in and out of her. It was unhurried, like he was savoring every moment of being inside of her. She felt his lips brush against the sensitive skin on her neck. “It’s never been like this. Ever.” Another painfully slow thrust that left them both shaking. “I know you won’t believe me, but,”thrust, “this? With you? It’s so much, Sage.” He sunk his teeth into the place where her neck and shoulder met, biting with unexpected strength before drawing back and running his tongue over the place where his teeth had undoubtedly marked her. “It’s so much more than anything else has ever been.”

Sage had transcended beyond words, so she kissed him, pulling his face to hers and pouring out all of the feelings and thoughts that she couldn’t articulate into each brush and curl of her tongue. Her fingers still worked between her legs, sending her closer and closer to the edge.

With a harsh groan, David sped up, his movements becoming frenzied. Sage felt the shaking in his body, and knew that he was close.

So was she. “I’m almost there,” she managed to whisper, knowing that David would be waiting for her. He wouldn’t let himself go before she’d found her release. He was just that kind of man.

He groaned. “Get there, please.” There was a desperation in his voice that mirrored the way his hips stuttered.

One, two, three more circles andthere. She was fucking there.

Launched off of a cliff, her entire body tightening and throbbing while her mind went harshly, blissfully blank. Waves and waves of pleasure ripped through her, and there was no choice but to ride it out, wrapped up in the heavy warmth of David’s body.

She barely heard the “Yes, Sage. Fuck, yes,” that tore from his chest before he followed her, chasing his own release. Even through the overwhelming pull of her own pleasure, she could feel the pulse of him inside of her.

“So good,” he breathed, burying his face into the crook of her neck even as his hips continued to thrust almost lazily against her. “So goddamn good.”

Sage struggled to find her own breath, her body limp and relaxed, relishing the weight of David on top of her. Her fingers tracked up and down the sweat-slicked skin of his broad back, her chest so full that she thought it might overflow the confines of her skin.

She thought she wouldn’t mind staying just like that forever. But after a few more seconds with nothing but the sound of their breaths filling the room, David slowly withdrew from her body, carefully holding the condom in place as he climbed off the bed.

Sage rolled to her side, unabashedly watching his ass as he walked to the door in the corner that she assumed led to a bathroom. He disappeared for a moment before he emerged, still stunningly naked, his sweat-slicked skin practically glowing.

“What,” he asked when he noticed her watching him. There was still that softness about him that made something in her chest ache.

“Just admiring your body,” she answered honestly.

In a sudden burst of movement, David dove back onto the bed, launching himself at her. She shrieked, but quickly surrendered to the onslaught of kisses.

David pulled the covers over both of them, laying on his side and pulling Sage into his chest. While she loved the tickle of his chest hairs against her nose and the weight of his arms wrapped around her back, Sage knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep like that.

She pulled away and looked up at him. “I can’t do face to face smushed snuggling.”

David opened his mouth, and, based on the pained expression on his face, was about to apologize.

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