Page 47 of Goal Line (Boston Rebels #4)

Chapter Thirty-Five

LUKE

I need to hold back a laugh when I see Eva’s eyes flare.

I would never say that to anyone else, but it’s important that I can be totally open with her.

I’m done hiding my feelings, and that includes all the things I’ve dreamed about doing with her—or having her do to me.

Because, let’s face it, I’ve never been with anyone else, or by myself, when I wasn’t picturing Eva.

That probably makes me a bigger asshole than I’d like to admit, but she’s always been it for me.

I watch her stomach muscles contract, and her shoulders roll back as a wave of longing runs through her. She lets out another strangled moan, and then looks up at me, licking those pouty pink lips, and says, “Get over here.”

I take a step forward so I’m right in front of her.

My dick is so close to her face that when she parts her lips, they brush against the taut skin of my tip, and a groan rattles the back of my throat.

She glances up at me, biting her lower lip as she gives me a coy look that makes me wonder whether she’s intentionally dragging this out to torture me.

I’m torn between enjoying the way she’s exerting control, and wanting to tilt her head back, invade her mouth, and push my cock to the back of her throat.

But then her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip and the underside of the head of my dick, and my hand is on the back of her head, my fingers threading into her soft, dark hair as she leans in and circles me with her tongue.

It takes everything I have, every ounce of self-control I possess, not to push into her—not to rush this moment that I’ve been waiting a lifetime for.

I want her to be in control here. I want her to show me what she likes to do, and how she wants to proceed.

Her lips part as she slides me into her mouth, and her moans send vibrations shooting along my cock. My hips jut forward instinctively, and her free hand moves to my hip as she guides me closer.

I watch her head bob toward me as she takes me deeper, as if testing how much she can fit before she gags. My fingers tighten in her hair as I tilt her head back just a tad, changing the angle so she can take more.

She groans while sliding her hand down my shaft so her fingers rest lightly on my abdomen as she presses my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, allowing her teeth to graze lightly along the sensitive skin.

I can tell I’ve hit the back of her throat because her eyes water and she gags a little.

She doesn’t stop, though, and she simultaneously rocks her hips against my mattress to create some friction for herself.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen .

“We’re going to have to work on that gag reflex, sweetheart,” I say, pulling back until I slip out of her mouth.

She looks up at me with fire in her eyes and says, “After you have the experience of choking on someone’s dick, you can feel free to teach me all about managing my gag reflex.”

I can’t help the deep rumble of laughter that rolls out of me. “Just so you know, the more feisty you are, the more I want to fuck you.”

Her eyes widen before her lips curl into a smile. “Good.”

I set one knee on the bed next to her and, wrapping my arm around her lower back, I slide her closer to the headboard so she’s lying in the middle of my bed and I’m kneeling between her legs.

On her back with her heavy breasts falling to the sides and her knees spread on either side of my hips, she’s a vision. One I wasn’t sure I’d ever see.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, her brow furrowed together as her gaze slips across my face.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just taking this moment in. You’re fucking breathtaking, Evie.”

She gives me a small smile, then her eyes rake down my chest to where our bodies meet, my dick resting along her belly and my hips pressing into her open thighs. “You’re not so bad yourself, Husband.”

Hearing her call me her husband has a vise painfully tightening around my heart.

“What was that?” she says, her eyes narrowing.

I hear the worry in her voice, and I don’t know if it’s better to say nothing, or to tell her what I’m really thinking.

“Honest answer?”

Her hands stroke up the sides of my ribs as she stares at me. “Always. ”

“I’m a tiny bit scared of you right now.”

She laughs lightly, but it’s a nervous sound. “Scared of me?”

“Scared of finally handing my entire heart over to you, Peaches,” I say, dipping my head and brushing my lips over her forehead. “It’s always been yours and, in truth, you’ve been breaking it, bit by tiny bit, our whole lives without ever knowing it. Now, you could shatter it, if you wanted.”

“Or...” she says, smoothing her hands from my sides, up my back, and over my shoulders as she pulls me down to her, “...I could put it back together again.”

Our lips meet tentatively, the kiss softer and sweeter than any we’ve had. We’re both aware of the huge change tonight’s revelations have made in our relationship and the significance of taking this next step together.

Wrapping her lower legs around my ass to pull me closer, she deepens the kiss, and I try not to let the weight of the shift in our relationship overshadow this experience.

She arches her back, letting her nipples graze my chest as my hips push forward, the base of my cock sliding along her wet seam.

Her silken flesh caresses my aching dick, and I can tell by her soft moans that I’m hitting her clit.

At first, she meets me thrust for thrust, but then she breaks away from the kiss, whispering, “More.”

“I need to grab a condom,” I say.

She threads her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, tugging slightly as she breathes heavily. “Do you, though?”

“Peaches,” I say, my tone one of warning. “If I’m bare inside you this first time, I’m never going to want to use protection. ”

Her big brown eyes search my face. “As long as you’re clean, which, I assume you are, I’m okay with that.”

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers. I know I’m clean. Even though I’ve never had sex, I still get tested regularly because, obviously, there are many ways to contract a sexually transmitted infection.

But damn, the idea of us being together like this has me feeling things I didn’t expect to feel. It’s not just the anticipation of having sex for the first time, and having it be with the only person I’ve ever loved, but...I’m not even sure how to explain it.

“You still alive up there?” she asks with a light laugh.

Shit, I think I stopped breathing for a minute.

“Yeah. Just processing all this.”

“Listen, Luke,” she says, tilting her head back so I’m forced to lift mine. “We don’t have to do this, or we can use a condom if that makes you more comfortable. I just want you to know that I trust you, and I’m okay with whatever you want to do. It’s not like you can get me pregnant.”

My chuckle causes our chests to collide, reminding me that my dick is pressed right up against her. “Oh, I want to do this. I’m just taking a minute to absorb what this means for us. Taking this step is a big deal.”

Her hips rock up into me, sliding her pussy along me again. “I’m ready for this step if you are.”

I pull my hips back until I can tell I’m lined up with her entrance, and the slick feel of her against the head of my cock has me groaning with the effort of holding back.

“I’m ready,” I say, and she tightens her legs around me, pushing her hips up so I slip inside her .

The way her lips part and her eyes squeeze shut as I push deeper lets me know I need to go slowly. I pause, stroking my thumb along the ridge of her cheek. “You good?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, opening her eyes. “Just . . . very full.”

“You ready for more?”

She nods, and her eyes flare wider as I slide more of myself inside. She loosens her legs around my hips, stretching to accommodate me, and then her core clenches against my shaft and I can’t hold back my moan as I rock my hips away from her and then push in deeper.

Because I’m a goalie, it's my nature to watch people closely to determine what they’re going to do next.

Everything about Eva’s posture tells me she’s too tense, that she needs me to keep this slow and controlled.

All I want to do is finally unleash everything I’ve been holding back for the last decade.

But no matter what I want, I’ll always give her what she needs.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, her lips parting as she sighs. “Are you . . . in . . . all the way?”

I can’t help but laugh a little. “Not yet. But you’re doing so well, baby. I know you can take all of me.”

She trails her tongue along her upper lip and nods, so I rock my hips back and push in again. The drag of my cock along her inner walls seems to ignite something in her, because she plants her feet on the bed beside my hips and says, “Yes, more of that.”

And then she pushes her hips up, meeting me thrust for thrust until we’re both rocking our bodies into each other as she pulls me down for a kiss.

The taste of her on my lips, the feel of her around my cock, and the delicate drag of her skin along mine with each thrust of my body has my balls tightening up.

So I scoop her in my arms, rolling until I’m on my back and she’s straddling me. “I want to watch you take me, Evie. I want to see you come apart for me again.”

“I don’t...know if I can...again,” she says, planting a hand beside my head as she leans her body over me.

I hold my thumb to her lips and my dick throbs where it’s fully seated inside her.

Then she takes my thumb, her teeth sinking into the pad before circling it with her tongue.

And when I move my hand between us, my thumb on her clit and my fingers splayed across the curve of her belly, she lifts and lowers herself onto me.

Her full breasts bounce right above my face, and I use my free hand to grab the pillows behind me and bring them under my head and shoulders.

“Your tits are fucking phenomenal,” I tell her, before I latch my lips around one nipple.

I circle the hardened peak with my tongue, lapping over and around it in a way that has her bucking wildly on top of me.

As I tease her other nipple between my fingers, she lets out a breathy, “Yes...yes...oh my god...yes...keep doing that.”

And so, I do. I force myself to hold back while letting her control the pace of our joined bodies, continuing to graze my thumb over her clit and toy with her nipples until her movements become erratic—almost frantic—as she slams her cunt down on my cock.

“More,” she pleads, so I move my mouth to her other nipple and bring my arm to her lower back, anchoring her hips to me as I push up into her fast and hard .

“Oh fuck...” she pants, breathing labored. “Fuck yes. Oh my god.”

“God’s not here, Peaches. It’s just me and you. Harder?”

Above me, her lips part, and she nods, so I increase the pressure on her clit as I slam my cock into her until she’s whimpering and crying out my name while her muscles clench around me.

And then, it’s impossible to hold back any longer.

I tighten my grip on her hips as I hold her to me.

Sparks fly through my veins, and I shake violently as I grunt out my release and pour myself into her.

Her shoulders slump forward, and she hangs her head above me, propping herself up on her arm.

“Holy shit.” She tilts her head up slightly to look at me. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

I chuckle, looking at her lovingly. “I was just waiting for you to be ready.”

Her eyes are half closed, she hums, “How soon can we do that again?”

“Right now, if you want,” I say with a shrug that I hope masks how eager I am to fuck my wife again. I want to keep doing this all goddamn night. And probably all day tomorrow. I have a lot of fucking fantasies to work through with her.

“Are you serious? How is that possible?” She narrows her eyes as she looks down from above me.

“Fun fact: about ten percent of men can have multiple orgasms with no downtime.”

“And you know this how?”

“Looked it up. Needed to know how special I was.”

She snorts out a small laugh and rolls her eyes, like she’s saying, You and that ego .

But then she cups my face, leans in a bit closer and whispers, “Everything about that was special, Luke.” Clenching her core around me and smiling when she finds me still hard inside her, she tilts her hips forward and pushes back again.

“But maybe you can be a good boy and give me a third orgasm, just to make it extra special?”