CHAPTER 58 Sophie Summers
Nothing Between Us
He kisses me lightly when we get into the back of the Uber after our driver confirms our destination, and the kiss turns into an actual make-out session.
His hand is sliding up my thigh, and if anyone in the world thinks I asked him back to my hotel to chat…well, they’d be wrong.
There won’t be much chatting when my eyes are rolling back into my head in the kind of pleasure only Miller Banks can give me.
And since I’m already pregnant, why not just skip the condom?
I’ve never had sex without a condom. He says he hasn’t, either.
And the thought of him moving inside of me with nothing between us is pulsing a quaking ache unlike anything I’ve felt before squarely between my legs.
We finally get to the hotel. I checked in earlier, and my bag is already here.
We race up to my room. We’re not alone in the elevator, but his hand is on my ass on the entire ascent up anyway .
We practically run down the hall. Neither of us wants to waste a second when we have mere minutes before he has to leave.
Once the door closes us into privacy, he pulls my dress over my head.
And that’s when he pauses.
I’m standing in my bra and underwear, heels still on my feet, and he stares at me for a few beats. He closes the gap between us and runs his hands down my sides, stopping to pause on my belly. It’s still mostly flat for now, but in a few months, it won’t be.
What will that be like?
I’m finally excited to know the answer to that rather than terrified .
He bends down to the floor and kneels before me, and he presses kisses to my stomach. It’s sweet and intimate, and I wish I knew what was going through his head. I have a feeling we’ll have lots of time to talk about it when training camp is over.
We don’t have that kind of time right now. We’re lucky we have any time at all.
He yanks my panties down my legs. I kick my heels off when he gets my panties around my ankles, and I wrestle out of my bra as he slides them the rest of the way off.
He grips my leg at the calf before he pulls it up over his shoulder, and he dives face-first into my pussy.
He licks his way through me, his tongue moving inside me before he adds in two fingers and sucks on my clit.
“God, you taste good,” he hums against me, the vibration filling me with still more need for him.
My fingers thread into his hair and hold his head in place as he gives me everything I’ve needed for weeks.
He doesn’t stay down there long, though. Instead, he pushes to a stand and lifts me into his arms. He carries me to the bed, where he sets me down gently, and then he proceeds to get undressed in what has to be record speed.
He moves over the top of me, hovering as he settles between my legs, and I feel his cock as it lies heavy and hard between us. He reaches down between us and fists his cock before he pushes it up against my clit. The feel of his bare skin against mine is overwhelming in the very best way.
He slides his cock through my slit before he moves it back up to tease my clit some more, and I start to thrash around a little beneath him as the need to feel him moving inside of me takes over.
“My girl wants my cock inside her,” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I beg. “I need to feel you inside me. Nothing between us.”
He growls, but he doesn’t push into me yet, though.
Instead, he lets go of his cock and runs his hand along my torso, stopping to massage my breast. “I need to taste your tits first.” He dips his face down and sucks on the nipple of the breast he’s gripping, and I arch my back off the bed as pleasure zings through to my spine.
It’s like everything is heightened right now. Everything feels more intense. I’m concentrating on him and this moment and how good it all feels, how right it all feels with the heady contrast of how wrong everything felt when we were apart, hovering on the outside of where we find ourselves now.
His lips move back to mine, and our tongues are tangling when he reaches down between us once more. This time he aligns his cock with my pussy, and he pushes in.
I let out a long, low moan at the feel of him entering me unsheathed for the first time.
This is different from when the condom broke.
This is a conscious choice, the two of us doing this intimate act that we’ve never experienced before with other people.
It’s sexy and erotic, and it feels so different from sex with a condom.
He glides in and out of me, the chorus of our moans getting louder and more intense with each passing thrust as he drives us both closer and closer to release.
He drops his head and buries it in my shoulder as he continues moving inside me, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his torso as I memorize him—the feel of him as he hovers over me and moves in and out, his fresh scent even after being at practice this morning with the need to return soon, the sounds he makes, and the sounds of our bodies rocking together in pleasure. Everything.
“Fuck, Soph. I love fucking you,” he says as he hammers into me.
“I love when you fuck me,” I say, my voice whiny as it comes out in a moan.
The climax hits me out of nowhere right after that, and maybe that’s the singular thing that’s most different about sex without a condom.
It’s brutal and intense as I’m already wrapped around him like a vine.
I tighten everywhere as my body seems to explode all at once, and he growls before he says, “Fuck yes, baby. Give me your orgasm.”
“Give me yours,” I cry, and he does. Just as I say the words, I feel him pump harder into me, the sure signal I recognize as his breaking point, and he thrusts a few more times with a loud, mighty roar that seems to rumble out of his chest before he comes to a still and spills inside of me.
My pussy is greedy for his come, and I close my eyes as I feel a totally different sensation. It’s like a warmth spreading inside me, and as he finishes his release and slowly pulls out, I feel the hot drip of his come as it oozes from my body.
He moves beside me and reaches down to play with his come, moving it around in gentle circles over my clit as the scent in the room changes to one of sex.
I groan as he massages those wet circles over and over, moving slowly and with intent as he starts to pick up the pace.
When he leans in and starts to suck on my nipple at the same time, that’s it. I’m done.
I roar into a second orgasm that is even more intense than the first, my body contracting over and over again as I cry out. “Oh, holy fuck, Miller, yes! Oh my God, yes, yes, yes!”
As my body starts to come down from the ridiculous high, I’m sated in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.
He’s given me two orgasms before, but there’s something so much more intimate about having him make me come by using his own come to get me off. The mere thought of it has me wanting him to do it again.
We don’t have time.
He has to get back.
I have dinner plans.
And that’s life. We’ll make time when we can. We’ll make each other a priority always. But we both have interests outside of our relationship, too, and those are the things that make us strong individuals who come back to each other with something new and exciting to contribute.
We lay together for a few peaceful moments in silence, and eventually he gets up and uses the restroom. He gathers his clothes and starts to get dressed, and I still haven’t moved from my spot on the bed.
“I need to get going,” he murmurs.
“I know. I was just thinking that it’s good we have interests outside of each other, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it when you leave.”
He walks over and plants a kiss on my lips. “My thoughts exactly. I don’t want to go, and I have to be honest, Soph. I’ve thought a lot about the future of my career over the last couple weeks. ”
“You have?”
He nods. “It’s unusual for running backs to play very far into their thirties.
I don’t know how many years I have left before this game takes its toll on my body.
But we’re having a baby. We’re getting married.
I don’t know exactly when I plan to retire.
It may be after this season, maybe after next. But I know exactly where I’ll be.”
I sit up, trying not to feel awkward that I’m completely naked, that my boobs are hanging out, and there’s still come dripping out of my pussy while we have this serious conversation. “Where’s that?”
“With you.”
I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips. He presses a kiss to those lips.
“I can’t wait,” I say.