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thirty-one

Chase

After a long day, first with a game, then with a last-minute photoshoot that Ethan set up for me.

I picked up Skylar for dinner, and we’ve settled in my entertainment room, which overlooks the pool.

We’re sitting on one of the comfiest couches in this room, facing one another.

The room is dark except for the light coming in through the window blinds.

“This is the ultimate man-cave. You must throw some pretty big parties in here,” she says.

“I did when I first bought the place. But I like to keep my space private. I’ll have a buddy or two over from time to time, but when I’m home, it’s usually just me.”

“Fair enough.”

“What about you? Do you like to throw parties? Have a bunch of people over at your place?” I ask her.

“You’ve seen my place. It’s pretty small. Just like you, it’s usually just me.”

“But right now, it’s just you and me here. I can get used to that.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” My hand reaches up and I push her hair behind her ear, linger my hand on her face, cup her jawline, and lean in, taking her lips with mine.

I scoot closer to her on the couch and run my hands down her shoulder and her arm.

We press our foreheads together as she catches her breath.

We move up onto our knees and we begin to remove our shirts.

With my shirt tossed to the side and hers behind her, I grab her by the waist and lift her, turn and lay her down on the large cushion.

I lean over her and continue kissing her.

My hand presses on her waist as I kiss down her body, my fingers digging into the waistband of her leggings and pulling them down.

I move back up her body and kiss the softness of her skin.

My mouth moves over her lace bra, and I playfully bite at her skin.

She reaches underneath her back and unclasps the bra, pulling it from her arms and away from her body.

I kiss her breasts, the valley between and make my way down her stomach to the place where my cock wants to be right now.

My fingers remove her matching lacy panties, then her pussy is exposed to me.

It’s beautiful. I smell her arousal and my cock strains against my sweats.

My fingertips dance across her softness as she spreads her legs for me.

My forefinger and middle finger press against her softly as her hips push against me.

I rub her slowly. I lick my fingers and bring them back to her.

Our foreheads pressing against one another as my fingers breach her entrance.

Her wetness coats my digits as I pump them in and out of her.

She breathes heavily, moans loudly, and clenches her jaw.

I pull my fingers up to my lips and lick them with our eyes connected.

She lets out a shaky breath as I wrap my lips around my fingers, suckling her taste.

“Fuck.” She groans.

I move down on the couch to rest my knees on the carpet and wrap my arms under her thighs, pulling her to the edge and spread her legs as my mouth settles on her delicious pussy.

My tongue flicks against her, between her folds, and I suck her in, lavishing at her deliciousness.

Her hands pull at my hair as she presses herself against my mouth, her hips moving in a rolling motion as she searches for her release.

“This feels so good. I’m going to, I’m going to.”

“Come for me, Sky, come for me,” I tell her.

And she does. Her hips roll, her fingers pull at my hair, and her back arches while she breathes heavily, throwing her back, pressing into the pillow.

I feel the pulsing of her pussy and lick her pussy as much as I can while she grinds against my mouth.

I’m out of breath and rock hard. This is single-handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Then, her hips slow, and her hand is on her chest, as she works to control her breathing.

I’ve always liked mornings, when it’s a day that I don’t need to rush. Today would be one of those days. I’m lying on my side with Skylar’s back against my front. My arm is draped over her waist, and I pull her closer to me, as if I cannot get any closer to her.

I breathe her in, and smile against her soft skin; she smells like cocoa butter and vanilla. She smells edible. I close my eyes and relish the happiness that I’m feeling at this moment.

This is a first, a first time where I’ve been at ease with another person, and it’s in that moment, where I’ve concluded that I’ve fallen head over heels for the woman in my arms. The woman from my childhood. The woman I want to be with in my future.

She stirs and wiggles her body against mine.

My cock reacts to the movement and I’m trying my best to think of something other than sex right now.

Baseball. Training camp. Summer heat waves.

Ugh, none of that is working. Her body feels so good against mine.

Margaret Thatcher. Margaret Thatcher on a cold day!

Ah, yes, that worked. I remember as a kid seeing that in a movie once, and now I fully understand the scene.

“Good morning,” Skylar says quietly, leaning her head back against my shoulder.

I kiss the side of her head. “Good morning.”

“Have you been up long?” she asks.

“Only a few minutes.”

“I’m hungry. What do you want to do for breakfast?” she asks.

I think about it. I love breakfast. I reach behind me on my nightstand and with a red apple in my hand; I take a bite out of it. It’s crispy and delicious. While I chew, I offer it to her. I place it in front of her mouth, and she takes a bite.

“Hmmm. That was good. But I do have a question,” she says.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Why do you have an apple next to your bed?” She turns in my arms, facing me, and asks.

“Simple. I need nutrients. I’m a growing boy.”

“That’s not a reason for why you would have an apple next to your bed. You have a kitchen.”

“Well, it would suck to stub my toe in the middle of the night on the way to the kitchen, because I woke up hungry, or would run into something and hurt myself. I don’t want to put myself on the injured list. I want to and need to avoid that as much as possible.

So, I will have a snack or something like an apple on my nightstand to avoid any potential injuries. ”

“I haven’t noticed you getting up in the middle of the night much.”

“I try to keep my craziness to myself,” I admit.

“And now you’re letting your freak flag show?”

“I mean, why hide some of my quirks from you?” I state simply. “Let’s keep it interesting.”

“I have no doubt being with you is pure entertainment.” She grins. “What time is your game today?”

“We have an afternoon game. Are you going to come?”

“I have some errands to run most of the day, stuff that I’ve neglected since we started, this thing with us. I hope that’s okay.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “I don’t expect you to be at every game. You have your own life. I just get to be a part of it.”