Chapter 7
Shaw
I’ve rehearsed this a thousand times in my head and now nothing sounds right to my own ears.
Because nothing can adequately explain to Emery that she’ll be my first. How do you go about telling someone you want to sleep with that you’re still a twenty-two-year-old virgin?
I know it defies logic, that I’m an anomaly in the world of professional sports. Not many—if any—of my peers are in this predicament.
But at this point, I am so ready, my body demands that I finally get myself off the bench. I cannot wait a minute longer. I need to take the bull by the horns, as they say, and just do it.
Now, as I hover over Emery’s body, my words get locked up in my throat. Fuck it. No need to spill the beans. It won’t change anything about this moment.
Emery raises up on one elbow, reaches out, and grabs a handful of my blue Henley. Tugging it out from my waistband, she slides her palm over the exposed flesh. My cock jerks in my pants at the slightest touch of her fingertips. A shiver zigzags down my spine.
“I’d like you to dispense with all of this ASAP,” she says, waving a hand toward the shirt. Then her fingers burrow under my belt line and sweep over my pelvic bone. I inhale deeply and then exhale a shuttering breath. “And these, as well.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I quickly remove the shirt over my head and watch as her eyes track its flight down to the floor. When her gaze reconnects with mine, I grin as I run a hand over my naked chest.
“How’s this?” I tease, lowering my hand over my abs. Her eyes blaze with heat, flickering with interest.
“That’s a good start. Keep going,” she encourages flirtatiously, rolling her hand in a gesture for more.
My hands push my joggers into a puddle at my feet, and I step out one foot at a time. Now I’m left in only my boxer briefs, leaving nothing to the imagination. Emery swallows and licks her bottom lip as she reaches to cup my erection in her hand.
Oh fuck. If she touches me anymore, I’m liable to go off faster than the horn sounds when the biscuit hits the net.
“Hold on now.” I cover her hand with mine and gently remove it to the bed. “It’s only fair if you do the same.”
She grins sweetly. “You’re right. What’s fair is fair.” Without missing a beat, she shrugs out of her shirt, leaving only a soft, lacy pink peek-a-boo bra that I got a glimpse of earlier from the pic she sent.
“Jesus,” I whisper-croak. I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the sight of her nipples poking through the material. My fingers twitch for the right to traverse the perfect slopes and valleys of her breasts.
She lets out an amused laugh as she finds me staring at her breathlessly. “Shaw?”
The tip of my tongue glides over my front teeth.
“I’m not sure I have the right words to use to describe how gorgeous you are. But you are so fucking beautiful, Emery.” I lean down, running my thumb across the lace material and leisurely stroke it until she gasps loudly and falls back against the mattress.
And I’m glad you’ll be my first.
Her ginger-red hair fans out around her in a burst of color. When she opens her eyes, the green of her irises burn with an intensity that mirrors my own.
“I want you, Shaw.”
My hand slides between the juncture of her thighs until I reach the center. Leaning down so my mouth is poised at her neck, my breath fans over her skin. I lick a trail from her clavicle to her earlobe.
“I want you, too, Em.” I press my body into the V of her legs, my cock nestled at her core, wedged against her clit, and we both gasp from the intense sensation.
Slipping my hand inside her pajama bottoms, I cinch the edge of her panties and sweep them to the side, my knuckles running over her clit with a firm nudge.
Wetness coats my fingers as I slide two inside, and she arches into my touch. Emery’s mouth opens on a gasp, and I clamp my lips over hers, drowning it out with my kiss. I curl and stroke, moving my fingers inside and out, finding a rhythm that gives her pleasure.
It doesn’t take long until she’s wrapped her arms around my neck and shoves her fingers through my hair, grasping the strands tightly and calling out my name along with several curses. I smile every time she swears because it’s not often, so I know she’s getting closer to that edge.
“Shaw,” she huffs out breathlessly. “I need you inside me. Please, don’t make me wait any longer. I can’t take it.”
A tremble of anticipation races down my spine at her request and goose bumps skitter down to my toes. When I cup her breast, flicking a stiff nipple with the pad of my thumb, she moans out my name and bites down on the top of my shoulder.
We quickly divest each other of our remaining clothing, then she reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom, holding it out for me to take.
I grab it with two fingers, nervously rolling it over my erection. I consider telling her the truth about my virgin status. But as I align the head of my cock at her wet entrance, I wonder if it really makes any difference at this point.
As I push inside her heat, I realize that the only thing that matters is whether we both find mutual satisfaction and release.
All the remaining concerns over should I or shouldn’t I fly out the window as I slide deep inside Emery’s wetness. I can feel her walls stretch to accommodate me, sheathing my cock.
I lift my head and our eyes connect. “You okay?”
Her only response is the clench of her fingers in the muscles of my ass, and I begin to move, our bodies as close as two people can be. In this moment, I know without a doubt that this is exactly how it was always meant to happen for me.
And Emery is exactly who I was meant to be with.