Page 31 of Couple Goals

‘Well, you did dare me.’

Kira’s eyes sparkle. ‘Where’s that fighting spirit? Go on, I know you want to try to win.’

She’s lit up even more brightly than when she’s on the pitch. Maeve thought that playing football was Kira’s natural habitat but now, she feels privy to seeing that really, it’s this.

Maeve goes to kiss her again, and this time pays Kira back, biting her lip until Kira makes a gutteral sound in the back of her throat. Maeve desperately wants to hear her do that again. She kisses down her neck, grasping at her shoulders, her waist, her chest, her bum, tugging at Kira’s training top.

Kira doesn’t need telling twice – she whips her shirt off with the unabashed speed Maeve had noticed that first time she saw Kira, but this time, she gets to act upon her desire to stare, and lift off Kira’s sports bra too.

Maeve takes in the view. Kira topless, her lithe shoulders look more muscular now they’re bare, contrasted as they were with the softness of her small chest, her nipples like dark hickies, the colour of Kira’s well-bitten lips. Kira has washboard abs, the kind that don’t come naturally from training, even intense as theirs, but must be deliberately worked for. Over her abs are the loose string of her black sports shorts that Maeve had been tugging on so relentlessly when they were kissing, revealing the white waistband of what seem to be tight boxer-style pants.

Kira looks right back, biting her lip and, as if in exchange, pulling down at Maeve’s sports shorts. At Maeve’s eager nod, she slips them off, and then runs her fingers brazenly up the inside of Maeve’s thigh, to the edges of Maeve’s pants. Maeve feels momentarily embarrassed at how wet she is, this evidence exposing how much she’s enjoying Kira’s touch, but for once, Kira’s cocky smile as she looks up at Maeve just elicits a smile from Maeve too. She’s too turned on to deny it, and from the way Kira closes her eyes in pleasure as she pulls Maeve’s pants aside, she knows that they’re in this together.

Then they’re kissing again, heavy and hot, while Kira’s fingers are still making their firm, confident strokes and Maeve’s unable to stop herself from moaning at how good it feels. The sensation of it all happening at once is overwhelming, like every part of her is on fire. Kira knows exactly what she’s doing, she’s there with her, her thumb on her clit, her fingers slick as they move up and down. Maeve can’t stop herself from grinding into her, pressing herself harder against her, wanting Kira to fuck her.

Kira senses what she wants but seems to be playing with her, denying it, until Maeve groans.

Kira’s mouth is against her ear. ‘If you want it you’ll have to ask nicely.’

Maeve moans in frustration and pleasure.

‘Choksi–’

‘Say please.’

Maeve melts.

‘Please,’ she says urgently. ‘Please.’

‘Fuck.’

It feels so good that unbidden, Maeve’s head flops back and smacks against the locker. She barely notices.

‘You okay?’ Kira, pauses with her fingers in exactly the right place.

‘Don’tstop,’ says Maeve urgently, almost angrily.

Kira laughs, and Maeve finds Kira’s other hand has snaked up to grip the back of her hair, between Maeve’s and the locker, cushioning the blows as Kira’s other hand stays between Maeve’s legs. Maeve feels completely contained by her, held and gripped, daring to let her body be completely at someone else’s command. Kira’s breath fast on her neck.

‘You can go harder,’ Maeve pants. ‘I can take it.’

It’s Kira who groans in pleasure at that and takes up the challenge, until they’re both crying out. And all too soon, the sensation is overwhelming, with Maeve clutching Kira’s shoulders, her whole body tensing and releasing as she sees stars. It feels incredible to completely let go, like she’s floating in a hot bath, like her blood is liquid gold.

Maeve goes weak in Kira’s arms, waves still pulsing through her. Kira kisses her neck and gently strokes her hair and her back in slow calming motions that still keep Maeve turned on, even now.

Kira seems to sense as Maeve comes back to earth. She pulls back from the hug gently to look at her. Maeve blinks almost in surprise, like someone just told her incredible news. Kira stretches her hands over her head and exhales like she’s just realised what they did. Then they both laugh. Kira’s back to her usual smug self. She grins at Maeve.

‘Turns out it was a pretty big Friday night after all.’

Kira’s whole toned body is gleaming with sweat, and Maeve feels overcome with longing all over again. Maeve finds it almost unbearably frustrating that she hasn’t taken those boxers off yet.

Maeve starts doing so, but Kira gently moves her hands away, kissing the top of her head.

Maeve feels silly suddenly, tugging on Kira’s shorts with such desperation. Has she done something wrong?

‘But I want to–Don’t you want…?’

‘Oh, I do, believe me. But I also just want to enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done. Another time. Give me something to look forward to through the weekend.’

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