Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
SIDEWAYS
SADIE
After we wash each other and he licks me to make sure he hasn’t missed a spot and washes me again after I come all over his face…and I sit on the shower bench and take him in my mouth and gaze up at him while I suck and bob over his stunning dick until he comes all over my face and chest…we wash up one final time and get out of the shower.
We get in his bed and he pulls me to him, my head on his shoulder.
“You weren’t kidding about being amped up after a game,” I say.
His chuckle is deep and I love hearing it rumble underneath my ear.
“I would’ve been like that for our first night together no matter what,” he says. “I’ve been dying for this to happen and now that it has, I can’t believe it. And you’re here in bed with me right now too, which is even better. I thought you might…”
“Bolt?” I fill in.
“Yeah.” He gazes down at me and I reach up and put my hand on his cheek.
“I’m not going to run.” I pause for a second. “Are you?”
“Hell, no.”
“Should we talk more about all of this or wait until morning?” I ask.
“I’m good with now if you are.”
“I—” My hand wanders down his chest. “I’m surprised by how right it feels. I thought I might be second-guessing it more, but—I’m more peaceful than I’ve been in a long time.”
“I’m glad,” he says. “I knew we would be amazing together. We are in every other area, and I’ve been living off of that make-out session when we watched the movie for a long time.” We both laugh. “But making love with you far surpasses everything I imagined.”
“I never thought I’d hear Weston Shaw say making love ,” I giggle.
He tickles my side and I wiggle, trying to get away, but he pulls me back in, one hand on my bum and the other holding my breast.
“That was the first time I’ve ever said it, and if the guys ever found out, they’d really revoke my man card. They already think I’m a pussy when it comes to you. And after I’ve tasted your pussy, I will be the first to admit that I am addicted to it.”
I lean my face into his chest and laugh so hard at that.
“They thought I should wine and dine you months ago.”
“I think I would’ve for sure bolted back then.”
“I know.” He squeezes me and groans when I hike my leg over his thigh. His dick bobs against his stomach. “Just ignore it. I promise I’m gonna let you sleep.”
I reach out and run my hand over his velvety hardness. His cock pulses in my hand and he lets out a ragged exhale.
“One more time and then we sleep,” I whisper, climbing on top of him.
He watches intently when I slide the condom over him and hisses when I lower myself on top of him. I hover, taking him in slowly. He’s huge and even when I’m completely ready for him, it takes a minute to adjust. His hands grip my hips and he leans in and sucks my nipple, first one and then the other. I arch into him and lower another couple of inches and then the rest of the way, feeling so incredibly full.
He looks up at me as he tongues my nipple and his fingers move between my legs, rubbing me at the perfect tempo. I lean forward and feel like a wave undulating over him. He doesn’t stop his fingers and my movements cause even more friction. When I feel close, I lie flush against him and kiss him, our tongues tangling as I keep rocking on top of him. The intensity of my orgasm takes me by surprise, our slow and leisurely thrusts pausing as I take him as deep as I can and shatter around him.
He chokes out my name seconds later and we arch into each other, frozen on the outside, but inside, our bodies are doing their own dance. I feel every pulse he makes and my squeezes in return make him curse. It feels endless and when the tremors finally slow, I collapse on his chest, spent.
He moves me next to him and takes care of the condom, and when he’s back, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and places me on top of him again.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks. “ Sadie …”
I grin against his skin and then lean my chin on his chest. “If we wake up in the morning and you decide you just want to stay friends, I’m going to kick your ass.”
I laugh at his expression and he smacks my backside and then squeezes it.
“I’m over here wondering if we can stay in this bed forever and you’re talking about staying friends?” He laughs and leans in to kiss me, stopping when he sees the expression on my face. “I guess that was too soon, huh?” He looks so worried, I close the distance and kiss him.
“Yeah.” I giggle and when he still looks worried, I reach up and smooth the space between his eyebrows. “Let’s see what it’s like when you’re on the road.” With all that temptation , I think, but don’t say. “And during the day when we haven’t just had sex for the first…or fourth time.”
“So oral sex does count as one,” he says, smirking.
I pause like I’m thinking about it and then nod. “I’m counting it. Or we could say three and a half if you feel that would be more accurate?”
He tilts his head back and forth. “Since we both came, I’m okay with counting it.”
He squeezes my backside with both hands this time, and I swear, the guy’s hard again.
“Sadie,” he says, his voice husky. “I wouldn’t have done any of this tonight if I wasn’t sure about my feelings for you. I know relationships can go sideways—I’ve seen it go both ways, awful and amazing—but I’ve waited to give my heart to someone until I was certain. Besides my family, I haven’t told a woman I love her…ever. If you need time to be sure, I understand, but I’m not going anywhere.”
I look at him for a long moment before I kiss him, trying to convey everything I’m feeling in that kiss. When it builds between us, he turns so he’s on top of me, his lower half on the bed, and we kiss for a long time. I turn sideways and pull his mouth back to mine. This time, we face each other as he slides on a condom and we rock into each other, our movements slow and lazy. After we’ve both come and keep staring at each other in the moonlit room, I whisper, “I’ve waited to give my heart to someone too, but it’s yours now. It’s all yours.”
He smiles and my eyelids get heavy. The last thing I remember seeing is him smiling at me.
And the first thing that I see the next morning is his head between my legs.
What is this life?