Page 138 of Unrivaled Love
He turns me around and presses me against the tile. The cold on my front stimulates my nipples and the hot water coupled with Bryson's body heat behind me sends volcanic explosions through my body.
My brain is flooded with sensations as Bryson sinks into me again and again. He traces his fingers down my spine and I arch into the touch.
Bryson grabs my ass tighter as I throw it back onto him. He bends his knees and drives up into me and I bite down on my wrist as it holds me up against the tile.
"You close, Killer?" He asks and all I can do is whimper and nod. "Do you want to come now or edge this out a little longer?"
"Now, fuck, I want to come now." I demand, breathless.
Bryson reaches around my waist and presses into my clit. Everything clenches tight.
"Yes, oh fuck Bryson, yes." I chant as he continues to pound into me.
Stars cloud my vision as my pussy contracts around his cock. My whole body ripples and it feels like I’m trying to pull him even further inside me.
“I’m gonna come baby.” He says as he pulls my hips tight against his lap. He pulses up and I breathe into our shared climax when he pulls out and spends himself across my ass.
I stay still as he uses the water to wash himself away.
"Why did you pull out?" I ask as I comb my fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter closed and goosebumps erupt along his flesh.
“I wanted to see it on you.” He says.
“Hmm,” I hum and then I pull him in for a kiss. "Next time don’t wash it away.” The idea of his mark on me makes my knees feel weak.
I want as much of him as I can get. I have all of him but it can get lost as we navigate the distance. Even if our love can’t be threatened by silly constraints like time and space, it can be difficult to remember the intensity.
There's no tearful curbside goodbye this time. I leave the room and Bryson stays back to pack up. He flies up to Vancouver today and has a game tomorrow night.
I wouldn’t say it was easy to leave this time but in a way it was easier.
I think with each separation we build a deeper foundation and a stronger bond.
Plus, this time, we'll see each other in a few weeks. My season will end and the plan is for me to come to D.C. and stay with him, at least until US Team training starts.
In the meantime we've agreed to read,Once Upon a Tide, the second book in the Destined by the Tide series. I love that we’re creating our own little book club. And based on how much he loved role playing Rafe andIsabella last night we’re going to have a lot of fun as Captain Seraphina “Sera” Drake and Prince Nicholas of Valoria.
Chapter 44
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Stick Handlers IRL
“Youcantotallyreadyour book if you want, you don’t need to pay attention to practice or anything.” Bryson rambles as we pull up to the practice arena. He’s been fussing all morning.
Seeing Bryson in his environment is like going on safari. I've seen him on display at games, on TV, and I've seen him in person away from his home and his routine. What I haven't seen, until now, is how he lives his everyday life.
First of all, his place is nice. It's way nicer than mine. And not just because it's got three bedrooms to my measly one. It's decorated and it feels homey. He has a bookshelf full of sports romance and romantasy novels proudly on display.
There is a cabinet of board games and a huge, plush sofa I sink into and don't want to leave.
After a grueling season I have two weeks off before US Team training starts in December. Bryson has a game the night before Thanksgiving and the Saturday after so I'm staying in D.C. with him. There’s a Teamsgiving dinner at Felix’s house on Thanksgiving Day.
Normally I’d head home to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family. Al has started hosting and the Svobodas attend as well. I thought I’d have to explain myself for staying out here with Bryson but Al, Chris, and my parents were cool with it. My nieces needed a little more convincing. Bryson said his family didn’t ask questions either.
They’ve accepted how natural it is for us to be together too.
I got in yesterday and he had a rare day off so we settled into his apartment. He unpacked me into a drawer and a whole section of his closet was open. I mostly brought lounge clothes but today, my first official WAG outing, I’m in jeans, a crop top, and a leather jacket.
