Page 105 of Every Move You Make

There are moments in my life that I’ll take with me to my dying breath, and sinking into Robyn Eleanor Cassidy for the first time will be at the top of that list. I want to remember the way heat shot up my spine and the way shelost her breath. The way her hands found my shoulders and slid into my hair. The way I had to muster the strength not to come instantaneously.

“Zay,” she huffs as I pull out to the tip and enter her again.

“Robyn.”

Her knees come up, and I hold one over my shoulder, still kissing her through it all— through every thrust and rock, through every slap of our skin and whisper-soft moan. “Eres mi todo, Robyn. Nunca voy a renunciar a ti.” /You’re my everything, Robyn. I’m never going to give you up.

I trail desperate kisses along her neck, careful not to leave any marks even though all I want todois mark her. I want to mark her with Dell and tell everyone once and for all that she is taken—that she is loved so fucking fiercely that it intimidates them.

With her knee still pinned over my shoulder, I take that hand and play with her breast. I tease and massage it while she scratches my scalp, my hair crimping in her grasp and a fresh wave of arousal crashes.

Like me, I know she’s holding back in order to keep quiet, which is its own sweet torture. The breaking of rules between coach and player, the thrill of being heard mixed with blinding pleasure is all too much. This thing between us has been building for too long. I’m completely, irrevocably lost in lust and love and her.

Holy fucking shit—her.

“Look at you holding out,” she teases, and a low laugh rolls out of me. I drop my hand between us to find her clit again, and she gasps when I play it. She might be my new favorite instrument. I sit up and watch her unravel again as my thumb and cock never relent. Her cunt flutters around me as she clenches her chest and rides out her third orgasm, all while trying her best to be silent.

Unable to wait for her to come down from her high, I pick her up by the shoulders, so she’s straddling me as I sit on myheels, knees wide. “Hold on tight,” I warn, my voice low and gritty. With my arms bound around her, she wraps her long legs around me and I thrust hard. She latches onto my neck and hair, her breathing erratic and intoxicating. With each slam into her, arousal drips down my shaft and coats my sac. Rolling, riding, our entwined bodies sweat against each other in ecstasy.

“Oh my god,” she cries softly. “You feel so good, Isaiah. This position—shit.I’m… I’m gonna…”

My balls are tight against my body and I’m hurdling fast toward my finish. “Me too, baby.” Then the final rush of cum barrelling out has me clutching her to my chest.

“Yes,” she chokes out, her pussy contracting around my length and she humps relentlessly, begging, begging, begging.

Eons later when my muscles relax and my mind returns, I open my eyes to find the most beautiful woman in the world in a state of bliss. Her limbs loosen, so I hold tighter and kiss her.

She sighs, and if I were a poet, I think I could write endlessly about it. Her sigh that calms. Her sigh like a song. Her sigh that calls to my very soul.

As we sit in the middle of the bed, our tongues are lazy and thankful, our lips swollen and soft. Dreamy kisses carry us through the next ten minutes as I make no attempt to pull out, allowing my softening cock to keep warm, nestled perfectly inside her.

Carefully, I lay her down, unable to stop kissing her, holding her, inhaling the scent that we just made.

With her hands slicing through my beard, she pulls her lips away slowly to say, “I wish I could stay here all night. But…”

“I know. I’d give anything to keep you right here in my arms and watch you wake up.”

She gives me a lopsided grin. “Who knew IsaiahJohanssen was such a romantic?” With a quiet chuckle, I kiss her again. “Was that okay? For your first time with a woman?”

I kiss her temple. “With you, it was everything I wanted and more.” She inhales deeply with a small curl to her lip and brushes the longer hair at the top of my head back. “How about you? Was I… um… did I…?”

She puts me out of my misery. “It was perfect. Between you and Dell, I’ve never come so many times in a row.”

“I’ll admit, I did a lot of research before this. Like, a lot. About what to do, feel, and listen for.”

“I love a man that does research,” she beams, but then her features drop when she realizes what she just said.

“Oh yeah?” I tease, fighting back a smile.

There’s a long pause between us, and her hands slide down to my chest. “I want you, Zay. I want Dell. I know the risks if we get caught, and I’m okay with sneaking around because Ihaveto have you both. It’s killing me to pretend that I’m not—” she stops to swallow and collect herself. “—that I’m not madly in love with you. I want you to know that every single day. And if that has to be in secret, then so be it.”

She loves me! She said it! Thunderous beating emanates from my chest once again as those three little words kick off their shoes and make themselves at home in my heart.

“I love you, too.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I realized I loved you a week after Jessica and I broke up. I was scrolling through our old text messages, gif after gif of hedgehogs,” I say, and she giggles. “And it hit me then, just how much my friend Robyn really meant to me.”

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