Page 27 of Falling for the Quarterback
Ibrieflymeethisintensestare, waiting for his nod. Once his head moves even a smidge, I’m pushing the offending material away. He proudly stands in front of me in hunter green boxer briefs, and so help me, I want to fall to my knees and worship at the sheer grace of his stature.
He’s gorgeous.
Undeniably so, yet, he doesn’t advertise it, which only makes me want to touch and taste until I’ve had my fill.
JJ scoops me up, swift but effortlessly. I can’t help but let loose a surprised gasp at his quick move, loving how his strong arms make me feel weightless in his grasp. “Oh!”
My arms wrap around him, but he doesn’t hold me for long, as he gently drops me in the middle of my plush king-sized mattress. The air conditioner kicks on again, the chilled air skating over my exposed flesh, making my nipples impossibly hard. Goosebumps coat my skin, and I ache to feel his body on top of mine.
He pauses for a moment, his eyes full of lust and reverence, lock onto mine. “Tell me you want his. I need to hear you say it again. I want no doubts holding you back from me.Ever.” He demands, before carefully climbing over my body to rest between my spread thighs.
His presence is commanding yet comforting. He’s a solid force everywhere, and it sends a thrill coursing through my veins. He’swaiting for my consent, a true gentleman, even in the heat of the moment.
Jesus, he really knows how to get a girl all up in the feels, and my respect only climbs higher for him. My toes curl with excitement to have a man so focused, and dare I say it, but devoted to my comfort…It’s in a league all of its own. Not only am I hot and bothered for the guy, but I’m tumbling, hopelessly falling for the quarterback I have in my arms. I can feel the heat radiating from his tanned skin, the firm pressure of his muscular legs on the inside of my thighs.
“I want this, probably too much,” I admit, nearly breathless already. I don’t want to scare him away, but in the same sense, he has to know how strong my feelings are quickly becoming. The last thing I want is my heart to end up shattered by Texas’s favorite quarterback.
His hands find mine, his long, skillful fingers interlacing with mine as he pins them gently above my head. His hands are so much bigger than mine, the callouses on his palms firm against my skin, reminding me he knows how to use them better than most. The gesture is dominant but tender, a silent promise of him holding back until he has my explicit permission. It’s a heady feeling, holding so much control in the situation, while also being underneath his powerful body.
I arch slightly, my skin instinctively seeking his warmth everywhere. His eyes, intense and focused, never leave mine. They hold a world of unspoken promises, a depth of emotion that makes my heart race. He allows his weight to finally settle, his hips rocking into mine as he leans in, gently pressing chaste kisses all over my face. First, the tip of my nose, then each cheek, my chin, and finally my lips.
“I want to sink inside this pussy so badly, you have no idea. I’ve dreamt of this since the first moment I saw you. How you’d feel, your body pressed to mine, your thighs wide enough to hold mine, and my cock sinking deep inside you as far as it’ll allow. You have no idea what you do to me,” he ends his confession on a whisper.
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I hum with approval. The unmistakable pressure of his long, hard cock presses against my pussy slit, a sensation that drives me wild with anticipation. The weight of him rocking against my clit has my body responding instinctively. Wetness slicks the inside of my panties, as every nerve ending in my pussy aches for more. I can feel the desire pooling, my body overzealous and needy to feel him fill me. My hips arch instinctively, craving more of the exquisite friction from his cock.
His breath hitches at my move. By the increased pressure of my pussy meeting his cock, shielded by our undergarments, and yet, still somehow making us feel everything. The tip of him is right at my entrance, pushing to go further, but can’t…In the end, the head of his cock still manages to slide against my slit, his length pressing firmly against my clit.
I see stars.
It’s too much.
I come, as his eyes momentarily clench closed. The wave of bliss consumes me, and I ride it, while I take in the strain of his muscles, and the tension in his jaw, while he holds back, waiting for my signal to finally fill me with his length. My pussy spasms, my hips jolting up and down, seeking relief. I shamelessly rub my pussy against him, riding out the rest of my orgasm.
I’m left panting and on the verge of begging for more if needed. “Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire.
His hand slips between us, fingers hooking onto the waistband of my underwear. With a swift, determined tug, he begins to slide them down. I lift my hips slightly, just enough to help him ease the fabric down my thighs, past my knees, and finally off my feet. He quickly shoves his boxer briefs off, hurriedly kicking them away.
“You coming against me just now, riding my cock through our underwear has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen before. Do youhave any idea how stunning you are? The flush on your cheeks, the way your breasts sway from your chest, moving with each powerful breath. Christ, woman, you’re going to be my undoing, and I can’t wait to watch you this way again and again.”
“I need to feel you inside me,” I confess, lost in the moment to say much of anything. I’ve never been a very vocal lover, quiet, or silent at times, but I want to be different for him. He deserves to know how good he’s making me feel inside and out.
The first touch of his skin back against mine is electric. The length of his big cock, hot and hard, long and fat, pressed against my inner thigh. I instinctively shift, opening myself to him, brazenly inviting him to fill me until I’m too full, so that I can think of nothing else but where he ends and I begin. “Please,” I whisper again. “Y-you feel unbelievable, and I need more.”
He groans as my hips rotate underneath him. My nipples brush against his firm chest as I move. It would besoeasy for him to just slip right in, filling me until my eyes roll heavenward and I feel like I could burst from his size. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving with the effort of holding himself back. But I don't want him to hold back, not anymore.
“Condom,” I order, and he nods.
“One day, I’ll take you bare. When you’re ready,” he promises, surprising me further. He’s clearly in this as deeply as I am, because he knows what the potential risk is in taking me without protection. How did I get so lucky to come across a man this good? And why does it turn me on so much that he’s willing to go all in with me when I’m ready?
“My drawer in the nightstand, or do you have one?”
He shakes his head, “No. I didn’t come for a visit to fuck you. I came to make sure you were on the same page as I am and want to be with me for the long haul.”
I fucking melt. Right there on the spot. Put a fork in me, I’m done.For. Him.
He couldn’t have said anything else more perfect than what he just did, so I nod, my mind still spinning in the aftershocks of my previous orgasm. I’ve never been one to come easily; in fact, it’s usually something I have to do myself or else really work toward, and JJ just made me go off with barely moving his hips. I bet this man has lots of trophies if he’s this good at everything. “I appreciate that, truly. Next time, bring condoms, in case, okay?”
He smiles, easily agreeing, and then I’m pointing at the drawer next to my bed. “Grab one from in there.”
