Page 93 of Sportsball is for Lovers

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Sadie

Holy fuck.

I thought sex with Jared was pretty good before. We get along great, the chemistry is fire, and he knows exactly what I need to come over and over again.

But sex with the man I’m in love with? Sex with the man who loves me back?

There’s nothing like it. I’ve never experienced this before.

My hand reaches for him, and as he links our fingers together, I squeeze his hand so tight I can barely breathe.

We’re connected in every way possible. His cock inside of me, his big body surrounding me, his breath puffing against my lips, his hand in mine, his scent enveloping me. It’s a heady type of high.

I never want this to end.

And as he pulls back and thrusts slowly back inside, I realize that it doesn’t have to. We can keep doing this forever.

We agreed to casual. We agreed to two days at a time.

Now, I think I’m ready to think more long-term.

I don’t know what that looks like for us. I still don’t want to get married, and I know I don’t want kids. Can we just do this forever?

Jared kisses me, drawing me back into the moment. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I meet him thrust for thrust, the slick slip and slide of our bodies sending me soaring.

We have plenty of sex. It gives him pleasure to bring me pleasure, and we’re not shy about trying new things. We have a whole chest of toys we’ve played with.

But this? This isn’t sex.

This is making love.

The intimacy should scare me. Not long ago, it would have made me run away.

Fuck, I almost did.

Now… I love him. And he loves me. And he’s not leaving.

There’s no reason to be scared. My heart feels full, so full it might burst like a balloon pumped with too much helium.

I’m not high on helium. I’m high on love.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he says. His free hand digs into my hip. “You’re killing me here.”

I drag my focus back to where we’re connected. “I don’t want to kill you,” I tease. “I just want to love you.”

Something like awe crosses over his face. “I want to love you, too.”

“Move in with me.” The words come out before I realize I’m saying them. Now that they’re out there… they feel right.

Jared lets out a choked laugh. “Now?” He rolls his hips, his cock deep inside me.

“Yes. Now. Right this minute,” I declare with a laugh.

He groans. “We’re going to have to table this discussion.”