Page 80 of The Love Playbook

I nod, surprised to see tears filming her eyes, but she’s smiling. She sits up and kisses me hard. “That might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

With a laugh, I catch her against me and kiss her back. “Really? I feel like you might need to raise your standards.”

She joins my laughter, then pushes away, plucking the condom out of my hand and rolling it on me in one swift motion that has me hissing and pushing myself into her hand.

Then she guides me toward the pillows. “Lie down, baby. Let me make this amazing for you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Autumn

With a slight smile quirking his lips, Jackson does as I ask and settles himself on my pillows.

I straddle his thighs and crawl up his body, lowering myself so that his dick is trapped between his torso and my pussy. Leaning forward, I kiss him, rubbing myself along his shaft until we’re both groaning.

I’ve already come once, so I don’t technically need to again. But the thought of coming with Jackson inside me is enticing, so I want to get as warmed up as possible before I slide onto him. Plus, the teasing makes the main event that much more fun.

His fingers dig into my hips, and I know he’s beyond ready. Rising up tall on my knees, I reach between us to hold him upright.

He releases one of my hips and helps me out by holding himself steady. I place the broad tip of his cock at my entrance and swivel my hips in a circle, teasing him for another few seconds. The tendons in his neck stand out as he grits his teeth. “Fuck, Autumn. Please.”

A rush of power thrills through me at his begging. But I won’t drag it out any longer.

Slowly I sink down onto him, loving the way he shudders and jolts.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he chants.

I let out a matching groan, loving the feel of that first stretch. It’s been so long since I’ve had this kind of sex that it’s even more pronounced than normal.

When he bottoms out inside me, I still, giving him a second to recover his senses.

One of his hands travels up my chest, splaying across my collarbone. “Holy shit, Autumn. You feel amazing.”

“Thank you.” Leaning forward, I kiss him on the lips. “You do too.”

I move slowly at first, rolling my hips, grinding on him before moving up and down for a bit, varying everything to give us both the full experience. Plus, I don’t want this to be over too soon. It’s so perfect, he’s so perfect, that I want this to last forever.

It can’t, of course. Nothing can. But we can do our best to draw out the good parts for as long as possible, and that’s just what I intend to do.

All too soon it’s obvious that he’s not going to last much longer. Leaning back, I brace my hands on his thighs so that he hits my G-spot and dedicate myself to finishing him off the best I can.

Like he knows what I need—because he absolutely does—Jackson’s thumb starts drawing circles around my clit, dipping down to slide around where we’re joined to gather some of my wetness so he can rub my clit the way he knows I like best. And between his thumb and his dick, my orgasm is barreling down on me. I move faster, and so does his thumb, and before I know it, I’m shuddering and gasping, my pussy pulsing around the rock hard dick impaling me in the best orgasm I’ve had in a while.

His thumb leaves my clit when he’s sure I’m finished, and then his hands go to my hips and he moves me like I’m nothing more than a rag doll, hard and fast, his feet braced on the bed to give him leverage to pound up into me, his thighs pushing me forward so I’m holding myself up with my hands on his chest. This way I have a front row seat to his orgasm moving through him. With gritted teeth, he comes, his eyes popping open like he’s astonished that he can feel this good.

Then he collapses onto the bed, his hands falling to his sides, his legs flopping apart.

With a soft laugh, I lean forward and kiss him. “You okay?”

His eyelids flutter open, and he runs a hand over my hair, cupping the base of my skull, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “Perfect.”

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After we regain the use of our muscles and clean up, we spend the rest of the day snuggled in bed, only making brief excursions to the kitchen for food and drink. Jackson insists on waiting on me hand and foot, still citing my accident yesterday even though I’m really fine. But who am I to complain about a hot guy wanting to ply me with whatever he can scrounge up in the kitchen?

And since these football players are all required to adhere to strict dietary protocols, they all know how to cook, and he ends up making dinner for all of us, though I’ve been ordered to stay in bed.

Ellie pokes her head in while Jackson’s in the kitchen, a grin on her face. “Sooo …” she drawls, propping her shoulder on the doorframe. “Things are going well, I take it?”

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