Page 34 of Falling for the Quarterback
“I hope you’re hungry. I checked all of your meals, and the food I cooked should be close to the same number of calories and carbs, so it won’t mess you up.”
“You did all of that for me?”
“Yes, I love you too.”
Acts of service are my love language, and the fact that she spent time cooking for me, when she could’ve been doing anything,makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. I’m going to spoil this woman as much as she lets me. I kiss her again and then spin her toward the island.
“Hands on the counter and bend forward,” I order, my voice low as desire cascades through me.
“Now?’ She asks, already breathless from our kiss, and I’ve barely touched her.
“This will be quick, but I promise to make it up to you later if you’ll let me?”
“Always,” she agrees, and then I’m tugging her shorts and panties down in one swift motion. They pool at her ankles, covering her sock-clad feet, and I take a minute to appreciate the view before me—her smooth, pale skin, each provocative curve, the way she's positioned herself just as I asked her to. She’s all alpha female, I don’t doubt it for a minute, but yet she feels safe enough with me to listen when I tell her to do something, and it’s an undeniably heady feeling. I glide my palm along the swell of her gorgeous, wide booty, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.
“Don’t move,” I whisper, quickly retrieving a condom from my gym bag on the floor. I impatiently rip the top of the package open with my teeth, never taking my eyes off of her in the process. My breathing grows labored already with the anticipation of what’s to come. In this moment, I know I’ll never possibly get enough of her.
Goosebumps erupt over her flesh as the air conditioner kicks on, and she meets my stare. “I need you to warm me up, hotpants.”
A chuckle leaves me at her pet name as I roll the condom on and position myself behind her, one hand gripping her hip while the other guides me to her entrance. She's already slick with want, and I groan at the feel of her. “Tell me you’re okay, and I can have this. Tell me you want me to fill you as badly as I needto feel you wrapped around my cock.” I beg, my breath against her neck, as I’m already opening it to kiss and lightly nibble on her sensitive spot.
“Abso-fucking-lutely, man hunk. Don’t stop now, please,” she whimpers, pushing back against me.
Kinsley’s excited response is all the invitation I need. Her pussy drips against the head of my cock, a warm, wet welcome as I carefully thrust forward, filling her completely. She cries out, her grip flexing as she holds the counter, keeping her in place for my next thrust.
Her pussy pulses, letting me silently know she’s already on the verge of an orgasm, so I set a relentless pace, letting it build higher. My fingers dig into her wide, full hips as I pull her back to meet each drive and keep her from banging into the countertop and hurting herself. The soft slap of our skin meeting fills the quiet kitchen, punctuated by her increasingly moans and our breathless pants.
“You’re amazing,” I breathlessly compliment, reaching around with one hand to cup her perfect tits. Her back arches at my touch, and I feel her tighten around me.
“I'm close,” she admits, her knuckles white as she grips the counter harder. She pushes back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Taking the hint, I increase my pace, my grip tightening as pleasure zips through me. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Come for me so I can let go and fill you up.” My voice is rough with exertion as I fight my instincts to just come when I need her to orgasm first. “I love you, Kinsley,” I whisper against her neck.
Her body goes rigid beneath me, and she cries out, “Yes, JJ, oh,” as she shatters. The pulsing of her tight, soaked pussy clenching around me is too much, and I immediately follow her over the edge. My hips jerk as I empty myself into the condom, eager for the day I can feel her bare all over. It will happen, I’ll put a ring on her finger once she’s ready, and she’ll know I’m serious about our forever.
For a moment, I stay still, breathing heavily. We remain connected, my body warming her back as I trail little kisses over her shoulders, basking in the moment of how lucky I feel. As I stand again, I press a kiss between her shoulder blades, wanting to hold her in my arms for the rest of the night.
“I’m not ready for you to go home. Please stay?” I ask, hoping her post orgasm haze will have her agreeing. I stroke down her back, loving how she shivers with the touch.
“You’re playing dirty,” she starts, then laughs softly. “I can stay; I’d like to.”
“I’ll order groceries, all your favorites. We can find a good movie for us to watch and snuggle,” I promise, slowly withdrawing from her.
She turns in my arms, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “You don’t mind Jingle and Bells?”
“On the contrary, it feels like they belong here, too.” I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. “I want you all here, but especially you.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kinsley
“Ithoughtyouhadtobe in the locker room?” I’m buzzing inside when I find a smiling JJ waiting for me at the player’s entrance. He’s in his silver, white, and blue home team football uniform and cleats. He’s already a big man, but the uniform makes him seem like a giant, and I find it hard to breathe as I take him in. I was all aboutTB12, but sweet Jesus, I swear, JJ is hotter, and it has my lady bits singing with desire for him.
“I do, but this is your first time here, for me, so it’s special. I already spoke to security and my coach. They knew you’d be coming this way.”
“Special treatment, and all that?” I can’t help but tease. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving every moment of this time with him and the fact that he thought ahead enough to make sure I’m okay, versus tossing me to the wolves right off the bat. Not going to lie, I was kind of freaking out inside and having a mini panic attack earlier until he texted me and asked me to come to the more private entrance. “I wasn’t expecting you to be dressed already. I like it.”
“Pregame pictures,” he smirks, running a heated gaze over me from top to bottom. I see you wore the jersey I got you. You look gorgeous.”
