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“Okay.” She folds forward over me, her lips grazing mine so I can feel her breathlessness on me. “But, Tanner, don’t stop. Please.”
I flip her onto her back and take her out of her jeans, boots and underwear, getting harder with every inch of her body I uncover. Then I slide over her, kissing her torso in a long line south until I take hold of her hips and bury my face where I’ve thought about tasting her again too many times to count since that night in Dallas.
“Tanner,” she says with a gasp that spurs me on.
She’s already wet enough to make this comfortable but giving her head is for me, too. “No one ever did this before you,” she whispers.
“Baby, you’ll have to get used to it because eating you out is going to be a favorite pastime of mine.”
Tasting the heady mix of sweetness and salt that’s uniquely hers, I’m going to last thirty seconds when I finally get inside her.
She writhes and murmurs as I end up digging my crotch into the sofa and my fingers deep inside her. If watching her unravel under a feather was enough to make me climax, watching her orgasm under my touch is explosive.
“Let me return the favor,” she says, coming up to sit and looking like a woman who was just fucked – perfect.
“Annie, as much as I want your mouth around my cock, if you touch me, I’m going to detonate and I really want to be inside you first.”
I stand, taking her hand and leading her to our bedroom, where she relieves me of the pain of my clothes and sees exactly how much I want her. She licks her lips as she takes me in, then pushes me down to sit on the bed.
“Take your time,” I tell her, both because I want to be sure she doesn’t get hurt and because I want to be tortured by her touch, the feel of her sinking down onto me. Slow, warm, wet.
“Do you want to put on a condom?” she asks.
No. Fuck no. But it’s her call.
“Do you want me to?”
She swallows. “No. I want to feel you. But I’m on birth control. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to?—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” I grip her ass and encourage her over me. “I want to go bare with you. I haven’t been with anyone for months. And if anyone needs holding back here, it’s me. I’d make a thousand babies with you whenever you want.”
She climbs onto the bed, knees either side of my hips, and stares into my eyes as she lowers herself down onto me. “I want you all to myself for a while first.”
I barely register her words because I am completely fucking lost to her as she sinks down, taking all of me, then rolls her hips against me, making me see bright lights. It expends all my will to wait for her, to stay still and let her lead us the way she wants.
But hell, once I know she’s into it, I take us back up the bed and watch her ride me the way only a cowgirl could ride a man. Watching her head fall back, her hand between her legs, my hands on her breasts as she melts around me and calls out my name in that way she does drives me to the edge.
I roll us until she’s lying beneath me, squirming and drunk on us, then I grind myself into her, like I can’t get deep enough, as if I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
I lose my rhythm and all control as my body bucks and rides and I come inside her.
When I open my eyes to her satisfied grin, I tell her, “I love you, Annie.”
“I love you, too, Tanner.”
50
PACE – LATE DECEMBER
It’s Only a Road Test
“Pace, where the hell is your head today?” Our offensive coordinator, Halliday, hollers at me after I run a route and fail to catch Lamar’s pass, again.
“Where’s his head been allweek?” Omar calls, taking off his helmet and planting a gloved hand on his hip. We’re both wearing the alternate kit today – white jersey, blue pants, the reverse of our usual. “Hey, Halliday, did we tell you Pace hit a round of eighty-nine at Greenhills on Tuesday?”
“I haven’t seen him hit a round over eighty-two in all my time at the Bears,” Trent Daniels says, popping up from whatever defensive hole he just crawled out of to receive a glare from me in response.
“Don’t you have something to block?” I snap, realizing how wired I am. “And, Halliday, the bit they’re leaving out is that I still beat their asses on Tuesday playing some of my worst golf.”
