Page 16 of 1st and 10 (Season of Change #1)

Moments like this, I’m glad I don’t drive much.

I’m too hyped up after dinner to be stuffed into a vehicle.

The fresh night air, the sights and sounds of campus life, the girl next to me…

Phia has been bouncing all the way home as she recounts what Prokop said about turning her thesis into a book.

I was there, I heard it all, but I love listening to her excitement.

She’s alive in a totally different way, a new lightness to her step.

And her tits…the mirror back at the apartment beckons me and I want to see them titties bounce while I fuck her from behind. I grip her hand in mine and tug her down the street. She laughs as her little legs pump faster to keep up with me.

She’s still giggling when we step into the apartment, and I push her up against the closed front door.

My mouth swallows down the joyous sound and demands more.

My hands rip at her clothes, tearing them from her lush, ripe body as if they’ve personally offended me.

And they have, they’re keeping her softness from me.

She’s naked before we cross the threshold to the bedroom and I’m not far behind.

“Wait. Crue. Stop.” I lift my head from her neck, reluctantly dropping my hands from her tits.

She growls like an angry kitten and lifts them back to her breasts.

I knead the heavy flesh, dragging my palm over her distended nipples.

“I…I want…it’s hard to think when you touch me like this…

I know you have to maintain a residence in campus housing for your scholarship, but I want you to unofficially move in with me. Live here with me.”

I slide her nipples between my fingers and squeeze slightly. “I already have.”

“What?” She moans and laughs, her head falling back as I tease her tits, grinding my erection into her soft belly. “I guess you have.” Just as she says this, she trips over one of my shoes on the floor near her bed.

“Oops.” I kiss her so she can’t yell at me. I’ll pick it up…later. Wrapping her arms around my neck, we kiss and rub and lick and pinch until we’re both desperate. My cock is leaving thick trails of precum over her caramel-colored skin. “We’re gonna do amazing things together.”

“In bed?” I love this. This easy banter between us. The natural way we fit together in and out of bed. This is what I’ve always wanted but never put into words, never knew how to until I found it. Felt it.

“Everywhere.” I lift her up under her thighs and lay her down on the bed, crawling over her, sliding my cock into her depths in one smooth stroke.

Missionary is underrated. Her body opens to me so beautifully, clutching me so tight it’s sometimes hard to move.

I can touch any part of her I want from this position.

And I use that to my advantage, playing with her clit, teasing her asshole, sucking her nipples and biting them gently.

In minutes, she’s arching her neck as she cums, flooding my lap with her juices.

She’s limp after her release, so I help her flip over, dragging her ass up until she’s on her knees before me.

That fucking perfect ass right in my face, begging for my teeth.

I bite into her flawless flesh, an animalistic part of me growling in victory for marking her.

I slap each cheek, line myself up and drive into her.

“Fuck!” She’s impossibly tighter this way.

Every advance is met with the soft cushion of her ass, every withdrawal a needy plea from her lips.

I force myself to look away from where our bodies are connected and the sight that greets me in the mirror takes my breath away.

She’s beautiful all the time, but like this, in the throes of passion, taking her man deep as her big heavy tits sway beneath her…

I’ve never seen anything more erotic and captivating.

It’s too much, too hot, and never enough.

Pressing my chest to her back, I slide a hand underneath her and find her clit as my other hand grips her tit. Her back dips, throwing her ass at me, forcing me a little deeper.

“Crue! Crue! Please!”

“I got you, pretty girl.” I breathe into her ear, playing with her nipple, rubbing her clit in tight circles.

She’s so wet, my fingers sliding easily over her swollen cluster of nerves.

She’s like a live wire beneath me, pushing us closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, cum for me, baby. Let go!”

A few more circles on her clit and a hard pinch to her nipple and her pussy snaps around my length and chokes it until I’m cumming inside her, emptying everything I’ve got.

Our harsh breathing is the only sound for minutes after our explosive finish. Laying on the bed, curled together, I run my hand up and down her dewy back. “I like the mirror.” She murmurs sometime later. I shake with silent laughter, totally in agreement. “We should get one for the ceiling.”

“Marry me?” I blurt out. She smacks my chest with a huff and snuggles closer.

I said it as a joking response to her comment, but I mean it all the same.

I knew during our first conversation she was it for me.

I’ve known for quite a while that she was going to be my wife.

I’ll admit, Abbott’s offer got me thinking about things a little sooner than I had in mind, but he can see what’s been obvious to me all along.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s not a proposal.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Not a good one. Try again, buddy boy.”

Challenge accepted.