15. Like Sporty Girls
LIKE SPORTY GIRLS
“ G ive me a kiss,” Emma said, yanking Warren into her arms the minute she opened her door almost two weeks later.
Her arms went around his neck, her mouth opening for his, then she jumped up and her legs circled his hips.
She hadn’t realized she was grinding against him until he had her back against the wall and his hand sliding under her shirt.
“Is this what you want to do right now?” he asked.
She dropped her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for attacking you like that.
Wow. The past several weeks of the teasing we’ve been doing on the phone and videos.
” She was waving her hand in front of her face.
It was like her signature move. “I’ve never self-relieved myself as much in such a short period of time as I’ve been doing with you. ”
“You’re not helping me any,” he said, growling.
She wiggled down and noticed the tip of his cock was close to his waist pressing against his shorts. Oh yeah, he was feeling the same as her.
“You know what I realized a few days ago?” she asked.
He’d dropped his bag by the door. “What’s that?” he asked.
“Well,” she said. “Two things. One is that you’re the first man to spend the night at my house.”
“Huh?” he asked. “You haven’t had sex with a man in years?”
“No,” she said. “I mean it’s probably been two years unless you count all the sex I do in my books. Then it’d be a threesome. That doesn’t count. I’m telling them what to do like a producer, then watching it in my mind. Kind of like what we’ve been doing on video.”
They hadn’t had video sex, nor had they shown any scandalous body parts. But she’d seductively slid her hand under her shirt and down her shorts a few times. Not for him to see it, but to know she did it.
They’d hang up and call the other and maybe they’d be close to getting off by the tones of their voices, but no way she was coming with him for the first time without him in her presence.
So far it’d only been separate and then telling the other what they’d done.
No texts. No emails.
Only talking. There’d be no way for that to be traced back, and hearing his sexy voice was enough fodder for her books and sex scenes she’d been imagining in her mind.
“You’re good at working me up,” he said, his hands going under her arms again to lift her.
She laughed and put a smacking kiss on his lips.
She hadn’t realized how easy it was between the two of them.
Or how comfortable she felt in his presence.
The strength he had turned her on. It was as if she weighed no more than an apple he was picking up to take a chomp out of just now.
Take a bite out of me please!.
“I do have that special skill. It’s nice someone is benefiting from it,” she said.
“Where am I bringing you?” he asked. “Or are we going to stand in the foyer?”
There was no reason to delay this.
Not when it was all she’d been thinking about for weeks.
She’d never been distracted from her work and there were too many times she’d sit down to write and wonder what Warren was doing.
Where he was. Who he was talking to.
Were there women throwing themselves at him?
She’d never been a jealous person either and shook those thoughts off right away.
They’d already said they were going to be exclusive.
It’d been about six weeks since their casino date.
There’d been several dates all clustered together.
The past three weeks were video dates and she was counting the hours they’d set aside to eat and talk and tease the other.
Who cared if it was in separate houses? It was still intimate in her eyes.
“We can go to my room,” she said. “And I’ll show you where to put your clothes...after.”
He started to move toward the stairs quickly. “Tell me where?”
“Last door on the right,” she said.
He deposited her on the bed and came down on top of her, his biceps bulging as he balanced himself on them while his lips attacked hers.
She still had her legs around his waist and was tilting her hips up and grinding away.
If she didn’t stop soon, she was going to come, and didn’t want that this way.
“You need to slow down,” he said. “I’ve been thinking of this for weeks. Shit, no, since the first night I saw you.”
“Really?” she asked. Did her voice get all soft? That’d be a first.
“Yeah,” he said. One large hand moved to the outside of her thigh, sliding up and under her athletic shorts. They were tiny and on the wide side around her legs. “You wore these for easy access didn’t you?”
“I thought you might like sporty girls,” she said, laughing.
“I like you,” he said. “It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, but I can tell you right now, I want to see you wearing nothing at all.”
His finger had moved around the front of her thigh, then her inner thigh, under the edge of her panty and teasing her heat.
He’d get just close enough to feel how wet she was and then sneak back.
Like dipping his toe in cold water before he took the plunge.
Plunge me, baby, plunge me, she wanted to shout.
But his mouth was crushing hers again.
She was going to have to take matters into her own hands.
Literally.
Her hands slid under his shirt and started to tug it up and over his head.
He finally moved back and pulled it off.
Her eyes all but popped out of their sockets.
“Whoozers,” she said. “Oh yeah. That’s the other realization I had.”
“What’s that?” he said.
“That millions of women have seen more of my boyfriend’s body than I have. I don’t think that’s fair.”
“Your boyfriend?” he asked with amusement in his voice.
She pulled her eyes up from his defined pectoral muscles. She’d had to shift them up before she was left dumbstruck by those two muscles that were protruding out into a V toward his crotch.
Good Lord, he was built like a Greek god.
“That’s you,” she said. “Or maybe I should say partner? I don’t know. Does it matter?”
“Nope,” he said. “Take your shirt off.”
“You’re not going to do it for me?”
“Sweetie, if I have to undress you in the mental state I’m in, it’s all being ripped off. Your choice.”
She gulped. “Maybe another time. Do you promise?”
He groaned and she laughed, but sat up and pulled her stretchy blue T-shirt over her head. She had a pink cotton bra on with lace around the edges pushing her breasts together to give her some cleavage.
“You did that on purpose,” he said. “There is no way you owned that bra.”
Emma laughed. “Maybe I did,” she said. “Want to see the bottom half?”
He’d told her over a week ago that he’d woken up from a dream with her wearing a tiny pink cotton and lace bra and panty set.
There was no way she wasn’t going to make that dream come true for him.
“Fuck yeah,” he said.
She lifted her hips and slid her shorts off, leaving her in the tiny bikinis. They came in a thong too, but she couldn’t do it. It’d be overkill since she’d made comments about how uncomfortable they were to wear.
“Do you like it?” she said, hopping up on her knees on the bed and putting her hands on her hips, twisting side to side.
“Would you be upset if I tackled you?”
She snorted. “You’ll kill me if you do that. I want to enjoy this. Drop those shorts,” she said. “I need to know where those crazy-assed muscles are leading.”
He frowned and looked down. “Which ones? There are a lot of them.”
“You’re bragging,” she said. “I just hope all that healthy living is going to give you some endurance.”
He undid his gray shorts and dropped them down to the floor, his sneakers sliding off next.
He was left in gray boxer briefs. She lifted her arm to her mouth to wipe the corner. She was positive she was drooling.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “You look as if you’re in shock?”
“Oh my,” she said. “All those pictures of you in those athletic shorts online don’t do you justice.”
Emma might have pleasured herself with a picture of him in compression shorts in one ad campaign while he was jumping rope.
Jump me, baby, jump me , she wanted to shout.
He didn’t leave her waiting to say those words and he didn’t tackle her but did a slight dive on the bed.
She thought he’d kiss her again, but the next thing she knew the front of her bra was open and her breasts were hanging out.
“I told you if you had me undress you, it was being ripped off.”
“I think I just dripped in my panties,” she said.
“I’ll get to them next.” His mouth lowered and pulled her nipple in. Her eyes closed, her body sighed, and her lady lips started to twitch.
“I’m going to come if you continue to do that,” she all but shouted. “Do you want that to happen in the next five seconds?”
The way he was sucking on her, she was positive it was going to be a first in her life that she’d gladly accept.
His hand slid into the front of her panties, felt her wetness as he glided his finger up and down.
“Do you need this?” he asked as a finger plunged into her without warning.
“Ohhhhhh,” she said. “Yes.”
He did it again, bit her nipple and she screamed out as she started to come.
He held his finger inside of her, letting her body do what it desperately needed.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d be fast,” he said. “I guess now we’ll find out if your unhealthy lifestyle can keep up with me.”
She cracked her eyes open when she felt the coolness of his touch gone from her body.
He was bending over and tossing a condom next to her on the bed, then dropping his boxer briefs.
When his cock sprang free she felt her tongue roll across her upper lip.
“How long are you going to make me wait for that?”
“Until I know you’re ready again,” he said.
She lifted and removed her panties before he tore them off of her.
“I got waxed just for you,” she said. “Do you like it?”
She was bare down there but for a tiny little swatch shaped like an arrow pointing him where to go.
The woman doing her waxing had laughed. She thought it was funny herself.
“Fuckkkkk,” he said. “You’re a piece of work.”
“Glad I can give you something that you might not have gotten from someone else,” she said.
Those jealous genes she never had before had reared a tiny ugly head when she was planning this all out in her head.
“You have no idea,” he said, grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed.
He went down on his knees, his head disappearing between her legs, his lips suctioning on her swollen bud as he’d done to her nipples.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned again. “That’s it. Right there. Jesus, you’re good.”
He wasn’t doing much more other than staying on that spot, but the pressure building was level eight magnitude with the ground getting ready to crumble.
Her hand was slapping around on the bed where she’d thought the condom landed.
No way she was finishing this way a second time.
She needed him in her and she needed it now !
When she felt the package in her hand, she nudged him back, his lips almost smacking at the sound of being disengaged.
“Put it on now,” she said. “And give me what I’ve been waiting for.”
His eyes looked a little wide, then a smile filled his face.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
He opened the wrapper, then one-handedly slid it over him, her eyes never moving from the action.
Talk about coordination.
That’s what she was going to tell herself rather than the amount of experience he might have.
He stayed standing on the edge of the bed, her legs now hanging off until he hooked her thighs inside his elbows, lurched forward, found her opening perfectly, and slammed in with the precision of the winning score at the end of the game.
She got up on her elbows to watch. There was no way she was missing this.
His sculptured body moved towards hers while she was spread open and vulnerable for the taking.
Oh, he took her, and he took her hard.
Her eyes shifted slightly to see him watching the same thing she was.
Their most private intimate parts meshing, colliding, and making some slurping noises.
Oh well, couldn’t have everything be romantically perfect.
“Isn’t that the most wonderfully erotic sight ever?” she asked. She wasn’t positive about how the words got out of her mouth because her body was building to a crest she’d never thought she could climb.
Her fingers were going numb as all the sensations were rushing to her vajayjay.
Their eyes locked. “No,” he said. “You are. Come for me again. Let me watch your face as you do.”
He slammed in hard, and her body rocked up as she took it.
“Do that again,” she said. “You’re so deep.”
He was good at following orders because by the third time, her eyes were shut, her legs were tingling and the arrow giving him direction was all but glowing and ready to burst into flames.
“Tell me when,” he said.
His voice was harsh to her ears. He was struggling, but she knew he was going to hold on until she came again...just like a gentleman.
“Now,” she said. “Just do it now!”
She couldn’t tell you what he did because her eyes were closed, but everything moved at lightning speed and she was shouting out his name.
In the faint distance, she heard some chanting. Or maybe it was her imagination because never in a million years could she have dreamed of an orgasm like she was experiencing now.
Until Warren’s body landed on hers and knocked the breath right out of her.