Why Choose Both Teammates

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God, he's good.

The world was upside down. My arms hung down, my fingers brushing the floor.

Dirty blonde hair cascaded from my head like a waterfall.

All the blood was rushing to my head, creating this dizzying sensation.

All the while, Greg was thrusting inside me, preventing me from falling off the bed completely.

His muscular arm lay across my chest, his huge hand squeezing my breasts together.

His head was bowed as his hips thrust, pushing me farther and farther to the edge of the bed and of pleasure.

He groaned.

He slumped.

I felt the sweet pulse of his orgasm rush through me.

Just as I thought I was about to fall, he wrapped his arm beneath my body and pulled me back on the bed.

I blinked slowly, trying to orient myself.

The ceiling was still spinning. My body was still fizzing.

I breathed heavily, and his shadow fell over me.

He gently pushed the hair away from my face and kissed me.

It was soft and tender, a contrast to the hard passion he'd just shown.

"That was amazing, you are amazing, and I really wish we could do this all night long, but ..."

"You have your flight," I said.

He pressed his lips together. "Duty calls."

"New York's gain is my loss, I guess."

"Sure, but you'll be waiting for me when I get back, and I expect you to have a surprise for me."

He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine, his breath warm and tantalizing.

As he spoke, his hand slipped down and rested on my thigh.

He squeezed to punctuate his words, and a jolt of pleasure lanced through me.

I went to kiss him, but he moved back sharply.

"You're such a tease," I accused.

"Always leave them wanting more."

"Oh, I definitely want more," I said.

I watched as he turned away from me, noticing the perfect angles of his lean body, as well as the shadowy hair that marked his manhood. I bit my lower lip and pushed myself up. He handed me my clothes but stopped short of handing me my panties.

"Crazy request; do you think I could take these with me? It would be a nice reminder," he said.

"You serious?" I asked.

He rolled his shoulders then closed the distance between us. Every time he grew close, my heart raced and I felt like I needed his hands on me. He had a way of flipping a metaphorical switch inside me, like I was a vibrator and started juddering.

"Might be nice to carry a piece of you around with me. Imagine me being in that meeting with your panties in my pocket."

"All right, that is hot," I said.

He grinned and placed my panties next to his small suitcase, which was already packed. The man was prepared.

I pulled my skirt up then donned my bra and blouse. My hands were still trembling from the shuddering climax as I fastened the buttons. I moved to stand in front of his mirror and ran my hands through my hair, giving it a bit of shape and life.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"That you're going to New York?"

"That I'm leaving."

I looked over my shoulder and grinned. "Greg, I'm thirty-one. I'm not na?ve. We both have lives. Go and have a good time. Hit me up when you get back."

I kissed him on the cheek and was about to pull away, but he reached around and grabbed my ass firmly.

He gave me an intense stare and kissed me hard, like a promise of all the things he was going to do when he returned.

When I left his apartment, I looked back, a smile playing upon my face. Greg was something else, and even though I didn't usually miss men, I could tell that the days without him were going to feel a little longer than the days we'd spent together.