"I know," she whispered. And she totally did. But the fact that he'd left once before, and now he could be traded to another team tomorrow, terrified her. Would she be crazy to get involved with him, knowing that?
Yes, she was probably crazy. Because he was here with her, in her bed, beautifully naked and stretching out beside her, one hand sliding beneath her neck, the other to her breast. And when he kissed her, all those fears spun away.
His hand on her neck urged her closer to him, and his mouth moved over hers with hungry pulls at her lips. He moved to her breast, sucking one nipple, then the other. Liquid warmth surged between her legs. She writhed, flinging her arm above her head, letting him suck and tug at the tender tips of her breasts, heat tracing a line from her nipples to her core.
He released the breast he was cupping and slipped his hand down to her pussy, cupping her there. She parted her thighs for him, her inner muscles squeezing, her hips rolling. His hand stayed there, fingers curved over her while he continued to suck her nipples. He licked the underside of one breast, kissed between them, then nipped at the other.
Her legs moved restlessly against the sheets. "More," she begged.
"Greedy girl."
"Yes. I am. You taught me … to be greedy … "
He laid a string of openmouthed kisses from between her breasts up to her throat, her jaw, then he kissed her again, still holding her pussy, petting her there while her hips moved in seeking pulses. Her mouth opened for him and he slid his tongue in, bold and demanding. She lifted a hand to his chest and set her fingertips there.
He returned to her nipples, his hand leaving her pussy to caress a breast, and she shifted on the bed again, arching her back as he kissed his way lower, those same hot tongue kisses over her belly. Rising onto his knees, he lifted her legs, knees together, kissed one instep, then the other, bending her knees first up and back, then shifting them to the side. He leaned down and kissed her hip, then her butt cheek, palming it with his big hand. She moaned at the erotic gesture, flames consuming her.
The sensitive skin there tingled at the touch of his lips and tongue and beard stubble … so slow and sensual and arousing. Then he stretched out again beside her to kiss her, but his hand stayed on her butt, one finger sliding between her pussy lips, probing there from behind.
"Oh God, that's hot," she cried.
He moved his hand, tugging her thigh so she was flat on her back again, and he resumed playing there, fingering her, sliding through her slickness, finding her center, pushing into her. She stroked his chest and a rumble rose in him. He kissed her again and again-slow, lush, wet kisses. With his eyes on her, he moved down and once more sucked her nipple into his mouth while he fucked her with his fingers. Watching him watching her made it so intense it was almost unbearable, the connection raw and visceral. Tension rose in her body, tightening in her pelvis.
He moved again, pushing her legs apart with his big hands on her inner thighs, kissing her there too. Sensation slid down to her toes, and they curled into the bedding. He lifted her leg so he could toss it over his shoulder and leaned in to put his mouth on her. She cried out at the intense sensation, hot sparks swirling through her bloodstream, his finger still deep inside her, rubbing supersensitive nerve endings while he licked her clit.
"Oh God, oh God, oh yes."
She reached for him now, for that huge cock jutting from neat brown hair at his groin. He made a low guttural sound as her fingers closed around him and gave a tug. "I want this," she whispered. "I want to taste you."
"Aw, fuck baby."
"Please."
"Like I could say no to that." He shifted on his knees, closer, and she brought the tip to her lips and rubbed it over them. "Fuck."
She licked over the smooth head and whimpered because he felt so good and tasted so good, so hot and male and delicious. He shifted closer still, reaching out to stroke her hair off her face, then cupping her jaw. His hips moved, rocking toward her as she took him in, fucking her mouth so gently. She glanced up at him to see his face, loving the expression of wonder and ecstasy, his beautiful mouth open, his eyes heavy-lidded, watching her lips slide up and down his shaft.
She cupped his balls tenderly with her other hand, let her fingers tease over the soft hairs and thin skin there. God she loved this, giving this to him, and it made her pussy even wetter. The wet sucking sounds were wickedly erotic in her quiet apartment.