Page 92 of Sportsball is for Lovers

It’s my turn to blink a few times. “Wh-what?” I can’t possibly have heard that correctly.

Why isn’t she running for the hills?

“I love you,” Sadie says, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

We barely make it inside her apartment before clothes are flying. I’ve never felt need like this, all-consuming. She tries to pull me onto the couch when I force myself to take a step back and breathe.

“What’s wrong?” Sadie’s panting, her shirt gone and leaving her in a plain beige bra.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Swallowing hard, I take her by the hand and half-pull, half-drag her into the bedroom. She lets out a little squeal when I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.

Settling on my knees on the floor, I pull off her sneakers and socks, running my finger up the arch of her foot. She lets out a soft sigh and I can see the way she collapses, boneless, onto the bed.

Working first one foot and then the other, I massage away her tension before I slide my hands up her calves and thighs.

She lifts her head up when I reach her waist, and as I pull the tight spandex of her leggings down her hips, she lifts to help. I press a kiss to her belly, just beneath her belly button, and then trail my mouth lower, over the crease of her hip and thigh, and down lower, making my way to the sensitive skin on her inner thighs.

“Jared…” She sighs, her hands tunneling into my hair.

“Yes, my love?”

Her eyes flutter open. I pause, my mouth hovering over her center.

Sadie beams. “Say it again.”

“My love?”

Her pleased smile stretches from ear to ear as she sinks back onto the pillows. “I love you,” she says, like she can’t believe it’s actually true.

“I love you, too,” I tell her, before I pull her panties down and fuse my mouth to her center.

She jerks at the unexpected pressure. There’s a time for sweet and slow. That’s not now.

Playtime is never over until she’s had her fill—multiple times. And I don’t know how long I can drag it out tonight.

Sliding two fingers into her tight, wet heat, she lets out a moan and rides my hand. Her rich scent envelops me, driving me crazy. I have to reach down and press the heel of my hand against my cock before I come in my pants like an overeager teenager.

This isn’t about me; it’s about her. I won’t be satisfied until she is.

As I twist my fingers and find that spongy spot that drives her wild, Sadie moans, long and loud. Her walls flutter around me and she throws her head back, her fingers tightening in my hair almost painfully.

Breathing hard, she lays back on the bed, her arms splayed above her head. I wait for her to give me the go-ahead nod before I withdraw my fingers from within her, licking them clean. I can never get enough of her taste.

I curl up beside her on the bed, pulling her into my arms. Just holding her feels fantastic after a week away. I could lay like this with her forever.

After she’s had a few moments to catch her breath and indulge in some snuggles, Sadie sets a hand on my bare chest and gives me a light shove.

“Yes?”

“Pants off,” she says.

“You don’t want another?”

She shakes her head. “I just want you.”

As I roll off the bed to shuck my pants, she grabs a condom from the bedside table and tosses it my way.

I have no issues with continuing to use condoms. It’s safer, yes, but also, it’s less messy to clean up for myself. If she decides she wants to carry my brother’s baby as their surrogate, we’ll discuss alternatives, but I want things to be as painless as possible for her.

Would I like to see my cum dripping down her thigh? Yes. Does it bother me that I don’t get to? No, not really. There are so many other things we can do and play, the so-called “loss” of that act isn’t enough for me to walk away.

Using condoms doesn’t mean we’re not committed or in love. It just means we’re taking extra precautions. Neither of us wants to raise a child. I’m not quite ready for a vasectomy yet—but when the time comes, I’ll be there bright and early to get it taken care of.

And as I crawl back onto the bed and roll on the latex, Sadie immediately rolls over to me, pulling me down on top of her. I’m careful to keep my weight off of her.

“I want you,” she says, need tinging her voice. “I want all of you.”

Pulling back just enough to maneuver, I notch the tip of my cock at her entrance.

The slow, smooth glide of my cock inside of her feels like heaven. Her eyes roll back in her head, her back arched as she takes me.