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  Wanting to stretch this out, I kept circling as her hips moved under my own. Pounding, pounding, pounding, her tight squeeze getting tighter with each pulse of her clenching pussy.

  “Noah!” Her legs and hips continued to move fitfully, her body still coming against mine, her thighs shaking. She reached between us and grasped my forearm, her nails digging into the muscle.

  “Noah,” she moaned. “Fuck, Noah. Fu-u-ck… No more, Noah. God, no more. Right there, yeah, right there.” Again she swore the word I was beginning to think was her favorite of the four-lettered variety.

  And there she was, coming against me roughly for a fourth time. This time there was nothing I could do to stop from coming myself.

  “God.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Damn.” I held myself against her, my body doing the shuttering this time. My body was tight and rigid over hers as I pressed my mouth to her neck. I squeezed my eyes shut as I focused on the pulls my cock made with each spurt into the rubber.

  Finally, when my body relaxed, I noticed her fingers slowly dragging up and down my sides, her face turned in toward me so her smiling lips could rest against my scalp.

  I inhaled through my nose, smelling both Ryleigh’s soap on her sheets and the sex between us, before finally lifting my head from her. I rolled us gently so I wasn’t crushing her. When we settled with me on my back and her on top, my softening dick slipped from her, causing me one last groan.

  “Damn, Ryleigh,” I whispered before pulling my fingers through her hair and bringing her head down to my shoulder. She snuggled in and it was comfortable.

  I wasn’t a cuddler after sex.

  I was hot and had rampant energy and nothing about the stillness ever appealed to me.

  Now I was fighting the need to keep her close and properly disposing of the condom. I was surprisingly comfortable right here, her weight on top of me, her breasts pressed to my stomach, her legs tangled with mine.

  That was fucking incredible.

  I told her as much, causing her to giggle. Fucking giggle.

  “You’re so damn responsive. I don’t think I could ever get sick of making lo—fucking you.” I wasn’t ready for that slip. As reality settled around us, my thoughts ran around my head. I was feeling emotions I wasn’t used to, certainly not after a few weeks.

  But I could definitely get used to this.

  Definitely.

  Chapter Twelve

  I may not have nearly as much experience as Noah, but I was pretty certain that sex wasn’t like that all the time. I lost my virginity when I was sixteen to a guy who was just as uncertain as I’d been; he came before I could get much more than wet.

  I had a casual partner when I was twenty and that was the key experience that sealed the ‘not into casual’ deal for me. Sometimes I came, sometimes I didn’t. It had been all about him.

  I came four times tonight.

  Four.

  I couldn’t even do that with my fingers. I was a one-and-done girl.

  Four times… I chuckled softly to myself but Noah caught it. He lifted his head slightly to look at me and I just shook my head. “Nothing.”

  He ran his hand down my hair, pulling at tangles gently before twisting the length in his hand and bringing my lips to his. I smiled against him, comfortable with myself and this situation, truly and fully, for the first time.

  Noah made me comfortable. He was attentive and he seemed to care.

  While I knew he got this way by experience, I tried to not let that affect the glorious high I was on. Now that I knew sex could be like that, I didn’t think I’d be holding back.

  “Thank you,” I told him, my cheek to his chest. I swirled my index finger over and around his pec before moving to trace his scar.

  I felt his chuckle under my ear. “Thank you. That was…” He cleared his throat. “That was great.”

  He ran his hands down my back then squeezed my hind-end, the feeling of his fingers against the underswells making my heart race. I was messy down there, but I could feel myself getting wetter from the action.

  He seemed to catch I was sensitive in that spot, and he ran his index fingers under both cheeks. The feeling had me laughing and rolling off of him. Noah grinned down at me before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Be right back,” he said against my lips.

  I watched as he pulled himself off the bed and walked assuredly to the en suite, where I heard running water after a brief moment. With the same confident swagger, he returned to the bed, this time sans the used condom and with a wet washcloth in hand. He placed his knees at the end of the bed and kneel-walked his way up. My thighs parted on their own accord, I swear it, and he winked up at me before placing the cool cloth against me.

  My thighs jerked slightly at the intrusion, but I tilted my head on the pillow, watching as he took care of me. I was in a whole new world here and I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave.

  He tossed the used cloth to the floor before reaching up, pulling the comforter and sheet down beside me. I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest in order to do the same where I was sitting. Then together, we crawled under the covers.

  Noah lay on his side and I did the same, facing him. My hands under my cheek, I couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading. He reached out to put my hair behind my ear in an act I was starting to love before moving that hand down my side and over the flair of my hip, then slapping my butt cheek under the covers. When I yelped, startled, he chuckled and pushed me gently to my back. He turned me then pulled me close, my hind-end resting against his soft penis, one arm snaking under my neck and closing over my upper chest and the other draping over my waist.

  I felt incredibly safe.

  Comfortable.

  Loved, even.

  And if that wasn’t a scary thought, I wasn’t sure what was.

  I was a grown woman in the modern world. I knew sex didn’t equal love, and I knew my experience was incredibly limited, but I just had a feeling.

  Like when my eyes found his without trying.

  I just had a feeling.

  Please don’t break my heart…

  My internal clock went off and a begrudgingly opened my eyes to the dark room.

  My body was the most relaxed it had been in a while, thanks to two rounds of incredible fucking.

  Sex.

  I was having a hard time associating the rougher word with what Ryleigh and I had done.

  After the first round and a quick nap, I had woken her up for another, that time taking more time on her breasts, her belly, her hips, loving on every beautiful inch of her body.

  I looked at the clock.

  That was five hours ago.

  It was nearing dawn and I needed to get back to my own apartment before I had to get ready for practice.

  Holding myself up on my forearm, I looked down at Ryleigh. She was on her side, facing me, with her hand fisted in the comforter up by her cheek. Her lips were parted slightly and I wanted to nibble on that lower, fuller lip. Her legs were entangled with my own.

  This was new.

  Even with previous girlfriends, I hadn’t been a stay-the-night kind of guy. I liked my space, I liked my bed.

  But with Ryleigh incredibly close, her body a breath from mine in some places, tangled with mine in others, I found myself liking this more.

  Ryleigh had been shy with her body initially.

  But the way she let go...?

  I could get off on those memories for the next month.

  She had become a bit more brazen the second time around, biting down on my shoulder or scratching her nails down my back. I couldn’t wait for the day when she took the lead.

  As much as I wanted to stay, to close my eyes again and wait for the sun to come up while holding her in my arms, I knew I had to leave.

  I gently untangled myself from her and lifted myself from her bed. Finding my clothes, I pulled them on quietly all while keeping my eyes on her sleeping form. Not wanting to wake her, but not wanting to leave her either, I found
a hardbound notebook on her dresser.

  Opening it to the middle, I scribbled out a quick note.

  Dinner? See you soon – Noah

  I placed the note on the pillow I had been using and leaned down to press my lips first to her forehead, then down to the corner of her lips, lingering there a moment. Finally, I stood and started heading out.

  I made sure to lock her front door before pulling it shut behind me and headed to my own place, counting down the minutes until I could see her again.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The weeks were flying by. I was honestly a little bit surprised at the easy flow Noah and I found ourselves in.

  When he wasn’t playing here or on an away trip, he stayed at my place. We did dinner most nights, in or out, and on days I wasn’t subbing or shooting, we sometimes did lunch.

  Dessert, too, if you catch my drift.

  I wasn’t surprised at my boost of confidence, but I was a bit surprised at how incredibly comfortable Noah made me feel. We had transitioned from strangers to lovers quickly but I felt like I had known him for years.

  Rather than meet him at the arena and head to lunch, earlier this morning he had called and asked if he could just come to the apartment after practice. The past two weeks he’d been gone on a West-coast game trip and I was excited to see him.

  I was in my living room doing kettlebell swings when I heard my front door open.

  “Ryles?”

  Putting the kettlebell down, I wiped at my forehead with the back of my hand. I heard the door click shut followed by the sound of Noah climbing the stairs to the main level.

  When he reached the landing, his first glance was to my open window. “It’s March, Ryleigh.”

  “It’s sixty degrees,” I countered, hands to my hips.

  His eyes finally met mine and his brows lifted high into his hairline. “What the hell are you wearing?”

  I glanced down at my compression shorts and sport bra.

  I would never in a million and two years, times infinity, wear something like this to the gym, but I was comfortable in it in my own apartment.

  And around Noah.

  He seemed to appreciate my curves and because of that, I was learning to love them, too.

  “I was working out,” I stated, matter-of-factly, before pointing to my kettlebell sitting next to a medicine ball and stability ball.

  “You don’t go out like that, do you?”

  Seriously? My good mood, and confidence really, was starting to diminish. “Noah Prescott, that’s a mean thing to say!”

  His face morphed into a confused look but then he walked closer to me, putting his hands on my bare sides and pulling me close. “I didn’t mean for that to come out that way. You just… unless we’re in bed, you’re usually covered head to toe. I was shocked. I’m sorry.”

  I lifted a brow and pretended to contemplate. “You can be forgiven, I suppose,” I said after a stretched moment, tapping my hand to his cheek.

  When his head dipped to mine, I couldn’t stop the grin, smiling into his kiss. I found myself always smiling around him, and I rather enjoyed it. For the first time in years, I felt carefree and I had Noah Prescott to thank for that.

  Looping my arms around his neck, I pulled back from his kiss with a smile. “How was practice?”

  “Good,” he said. He pecked my lips once more then we were moving toward the couch. “Coach had some notes typed up on our last game and things that needed improvement. Nice nighttime reading.”

  I sat down beside him, but Noah had other ideas. He pulled me up onto his lap, tucking me close. “Your next game is…?”

  “Tomorrow night,” he answered, knowing the question without me asking. “Against Iowa.”

  I had an arm wrapped loosely around his neck and my other hand resting on his chest. “So your plans for today and tomorrow morning include…?”

  “Practice and you.”

  “Wanna watch a movie?”

  He nodded a couple of times, “Sure. Yeah. No chick-flicks though.”

  “’kay.” I leaned away from him to grab the AppleTV remote from the console table beside my couch, pulling up Netflix. “Choose something; I’ll be right back.”

  I unfolded myself from his lap but before I could step away, Noah’s hand snapped out, slapping my hind-end. “Hey!” I put my hand over the cheek and feigned annoyance. He just held his hands up innocently with a grin playing on his lips.

  Quickly, I moved to my room and change from my workout clothes to baggy sweat pants and a dark ribbed tank, forgoing a bra. Luckily for me, my boobs held their shape well under the confines of the tank.

  When I re-entered the living room, Noah had a movie selected and paused, waiting for my return. Again, I went to sit beside him, and again, he pulled me to his lap. With my bottom half draped over his, I turned my upper body so I could rest my back to his chest some, my head to his shoulder.

  Without a word, Noah picked up the tiny silver remote and placed ‘play.’

  Before the movie could even get through opening credits, his mouth was to my ear, nibbling on the shell.

  “Stop, Noah,” I said with absolutely no heat. Goose bumps formed up and down my arms and my nipples tightened quickly, almost uncomfortably. Rather than stopping, though, he licked the shell before sucking on my lobe.

  “Noah!” I shivered. “I’m going to make you watch last week’s game…”

  His lips had moved to my temple. “Not a threat, Ryles. You’d be watching the game, I’d be kissing you.”

  Before I could come up with a retort, his hands were cupping my boobs through my shirt, his index fingers just under the puckering of my nipples and his thumbs pressing the tight peaks down toward his fingers. My head dropped back at the feeling as the nerves there zinged all my girly parts into action.

  Noah’s lips were now on my exposed neck, alternating kisses with light love bites. I turned in his arms, causing his hands to fall away, and pushed my chest against his, my lips against his.

  Our tongues met one another, our teeth clashing, the kiss one of the more frantic ones we’d shared. Zero to sixty was how I felt. Before it could register, my tank was gone and his mouth was on my boob, sucking and biting, all while my hips ground against his.

  The feel of his hard length between us was nearly my undoing. Damn, I was so easy.

  Needing to feel his skin under my hands, I tugged on his shirt until he pulled away from the nipple he was giving fabulous attention to, with a popping noise. I tore his shirt up and off him then dove for his mouth again. With sure movements of the athlete he was, he had us up and flipped in no time, my back to the couch and him hoovering over me.

  His jeans and boxers disappeared quickly after that. My sweats shortly after.

  And not much longer after that, he was in me with my legs over his shoulders, pounding down on my core quickly and hurriedly.

  It was beautiful. It was real.

  He was mine.

  I woke the next morning in Ryleigh’s bed, an arm under her neck, the other over her hips, our legs tangled.

  Most of our sleepovers the last few weeks had me out of bed just before dawn, but not this one. I stayed.

  And it didn’t give me pause.

  After the couch, we took it to the shower, where I took her from behind.

  The way the head of my cock hit her deep, the way my balls slapped her clit, the way my hands gripped her thighs… The memories assaulted me and my morning wood was impossibly harder.

  My hardened cock rested against the cleft of her ass between us. I inched my hips back slightly, just enough so I could reach between us and slide myself home into her. I took her leg and pulled it back gently over my own, opening her to me wider. I pinched at her nipple, gently so not to hurt her and startle her awake, and moved my other hand between her legs, my fingers rubbing over her clit.

  My thrusts were slow and deep, and all the while I kept my eyes on her face, waiting for her to wake.

  Slow thrusts,
gentle circles, slight plucking.

  A sleepy sigh came from Ryleigh’s lips.

  I continued my ministrations, enjoying this slow dance.

  “Noah,” she finally whispered.

  I pressed my lips to her ear, kissing directly over the opening, and whispered her name back.

  “You feel so good.” Slowly her eyes opened and she turned her head toward mine. I kissed her cheek, the corner of her lips, then finally centered over hers.

  Her tongue swept lazily over my own. I pressed harder on her clit, tighter over her nipple, needing to feel her come.

  Her breath quickened, her tongue faltering in my mouth.

  I could feel her tightening around me. I knew it was coming.

  So close.

  So very close.

  Finally… God, finally… she came, soundlessly this time.

  I loved every side of Ryleigh’s arousal. I loved watching her come apart quietly and loudly. I loved the faraway look in her eyes, the look of completeness that overcame her features.

  Knowing that if I stayed in her a moment longer, I’d blow my load into her, I pulled out.

  I wasn’t covered and wasn’t about to do something she and I hadn’t discussed. I held my aching cock in my hand, getting ready to pump myself over her, when she turned and placed her hand over mine.

  “No.”

  Her face was flushed from coming, but her eyes were determined. Before I could question her, she was on her knees between my legs, her hand pumping over me slowly but surely. I took my hand off my cock and gently twisted her hair in my fist.

  When she ran her thumb over my pre-cum tip, I had to grit my teeth together. When she lowered her head, I had to calm myself from gripping her hair tighter.

  Slowly… God, so slowly, her tongue flicked over the tip, her eyes moving up toward mine. When her blues met mine, she swirled her tongue around my head once, once again in a slow and deliberate act. Then she angled her head and sucked my head into her mouth.

  God. Fucking. Damn.