“Oh,” she moans, rocking her hips.
I had to move so she could be in control because I was too close to losing mine. I know that even when we’re fucking, we’re making love, because that’s what this is. Love. But tonight, I’m barely hanging on by a thread. My control is at its limit, and feeling her… I need her to take control. I want this to be everything she’s imagined it would be these past several weeks since I’ve denied us pleasure. It’s already the best night of my life. I want to ensure that it’s hers as well.
Bending forward, she places her palms flat against my chest. Her hair is hanging over her shoulders, and her eyes are locked on mine. “I don’t know what to do here, Cam. You have to help me.”
“You’ve never been on top?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
My cock twitches inside her, causing her to moan. She’s three years younger than me, but I forget that her experience is not as broad as mine. She’s kept herself sheltered from the opposite sex and intimacy because she could never tell the true reasons they were with her. That mixed with the fact that she’s been trying to get me to cave and make love to her for weeks now. She’s never let her lack of experience guide her, hence her ploys to get me to make love to her sooner.
“What feels good?”
“You,” she breathes.
I smile up at her. “There’s nothing you could do that I’m not going to love.” I place my hands on her hips and gently lift her before pulling her back down on my cock.
“Oh.” She tilts her head back, so I repeat the motion a few more times. I change it up, trying to help her find what works for her, because, let’s be honest, my cock is buried deep inside her. It’s all good for me. Hands gripping her hips, I rock her back and forth, and she sighs.
“Take over, baby. Just do what feels good to you. Fast or slow, it doesn’t matter.”
She peers down at me, and a slow, sexy smile lifts her lips. I keep my eyes locked on hers as she swirls her hips, then rocks back and forth before lifting off my cock and lowering back down slowly. She repeats this process over and over again until she’s gained a rhythm. My hands slide over her thighs before they find their way to her pussy. She moans a low throaty sound when I press my thumb to her clit.
She clenches around me, and I know she’s close, which is good because I’ve been fighting my orgasm since the moment I slid inside her. “I’m… close,” she pants.
“What do you need?”
She grabs my hands and moves them to her hips. I start bouncing her on my cock, quick and fast. She moves her hands to grip her tits as they bounce. “I need you there,” I tell her. The sight of her holding her tits is more than I can take. Add the fact that she’s bouncing on my cock, and the moans that are coming from her, and I’m ready to lose it.
“C-C-am,” she whimpers.
The sound goes straight to my cock. “Paisley,” I grind out. “Now.” It’s a command. One I’m not sure she can carry out, but I need her to. I can’t come before she does.
“Cam!” she screams and grips me like a vise as she stills above me.
I can’t hold on a second longer. I groan as my release crashes through me. I spill everything I have inside her. She collapses against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. I hold her tightly as a million different emotions make their way through me. The biggest of all is love. The love that I have for this incredible woman has changed me. I’m no longer me without her.
“I think you killed me,” she mumbles, making me laugh.
I run my hands up and down her back. “You’re still very much alive,” I assure her. “I can feel your heart beating against mine.”
She lifts her head to look at me. “When can we do that again?”
Laughter bubbles up in my chest. “I need some recovery time.” Although if she keeps looking at me like that, probably not much.
“How about we shower and get something to eat, and then maybe we can do that again?”
“Shower, sustenance, and sex with the love of my life? I’m in.” I smack her ass, and she giggles as she slowly moves off me.
It was important that our first time together be special, and I can say without a shadow of a doubt this is a day I will never in my life ever forget. I hope that when we are old and gray, sitting on our front porch watching our grandkids play in the yard, I can easily recall this day. The day I made love to her for the first time.
Chapter 19
Paisley
Tonight’s our third home game stretch, and we’re off tomorrow for a rare day. When Willow found that out, she demanded that we have a girls’ night. Not that it mattered. I miss my best friend, so I readily agreed. Cameron, on the other hand, whined, but he gets it. Besides, he needs to hang out with his team. We’ve had drinks a handful of times after away games, but we always leave after one and head to my room. He needs to bond with them more than just on the field. There still isn’t any word on his future with the Blaze. I’ve stopped myself a dozen times from just picking up the phone or heading up to Uncle Drew’s office to ask him what’s going on. I’m trying to stay out of it. Well, as much as I can, being his girlfriend and all that.
It shouldn’t be a hardship since the guys are coming off another win. They’ve been kicking ass this season, and I couldn’t be prouder of them. All of them. Not just my man.
“You’re all set,” I tell Marty Harris, one of our power hitters. He took a ball to the shoulder during the game, and we worked it a little and added some ice. “Check back in tomorrow when we get to the field.”
“I’ll be fine,” he assures me.
“Probably. However, I want Dr. Thomas to take a look just to be sure.” I’d have him look now, but he had to rush out as today is his anniversary. Once the game ended and there were no threatening injuries, he bolted. Not that any of us blame him. This schedule is grueling and can strain the best of relationships. I witnessed that growing up. My parents are the most in love two people can be, and they even struggled at times. I’m fortunate that Cameron and I get to travel together with the same team. I don’t even want to think about what it will be like if that’s no longer possible.
I quickly clean up the area and sanitize the table he was on before grabbing my things and heading to wait outside the locker room exit for Cameron. When I push open the door, I hear a squeal, and then my best friend is there, hugging the life out of me.
“Wil, I can’t breathe,” I sputter with laughter.
“I’ve missed you,” she says, releasing me. “I can’t tell you how excited I am for tonight.”
“How was the game?” I ask.
“I got my fill of baseball asses, so it was good.”
“Please tell me that you behaved while you were around my little sisters,” I beg.
“Cross my heart.” She takes her hand and makes an X motion across her chest. “Besides, Parker is fifteen. She understands the greatness of baseball ass. My guess is even Peyton at twelve understands.”
“You’re probably right,” I agree. “However, I don’t want my bestie to be the one corrupting them.”