Page 78 of Penalty Shot

She crawls over to straddle my hips. I devour each of her breasts thoroughly, licking and loving each one like I’m apologizing for neglecting them all these weeks. They’re so soft and sweet.

Elise gets worked up, grinding her cunt over me so my shaft is coated in her arousal.

“Where are your condoms?” I rasp.

“I’m on birth control since my last checkup. And I’m clean, so if you want to, you know.”

I stop kissing her skin, although my hands remain in an iron grip around her hips.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Come inside me.”

“I don’t have sex without a condom, Elise.”

“Good thing we’re making love then.”

We lock eyes and it’s like she’s already penetrated me before I’m inside her. She’s in my blood.

“That’s right, Elise. We’re making love. Move that g-string aside so I can fill you up. Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” she pants, pulling at the Mavericks logo while cresting my hardness at her entrance.

When I slip into her liquid heat, Elise makes a sound between a groan and a sigh. It’s so sexy, my balls tighten to a sharp ache.

The sensation is so much more intense without the barrier of a condom. Holding everything tightly so I don’t explode likea bomb, I arrange her limbs to ensure her wrist is comfortable over my shoulder.

Our bodies find a rhythm that’s only ours, a primal dance I want to last forever. My hard pecs glide against her supple breasts. My hands roam. Our most intimate parts grind together in relentless swirls of our hips.

Pleasure radiates from every point of contact as well as in places no one has ever reached. Inside me.

I feel the connection in my chest. Pulling, pulling, pulling until my heart is ripped out of me and laid at her feet.

We climax together, the sounds of ecstasy swallowed by a deep, mind-blowing kiss.

Later, when we lie on our sides looking at each other, Elise’s eyes are heavy, and her wrist rests on her hip. She’s the picture of relaxation.

“I’m glad you visited me today,” she mumbles drowsily.

“Me too.”

“I wish I could show you around. Cleveland is really cool.”

“Someone told me the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is worth a visit.”

“It is! You should do it tomorrow. I mean, if you plan to stay in town,” she says hesitantly. “Can’t imagine you’ll want to hang around the theater for hours again.”

“I loved it. Watching you work was incredible.”

“So, youdon’thave to head back to Columbus tomorrow?”

“Since I was dying to see your play, anyway, is it OK if I stay till the opening?”

Her eyes pop wide, no longer hooded with drowsiness.

“Really? You’ll stay for a week?”

“Yeah. I might head back to grab clothes, but I can do that while you’re working. Don’t want to wear gray sweatpants when I escort the playwright and director on the red carpet.”