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“Would you like to kiss me again?” I playfully smile, tilting my head.
He laughs and pulls me against him, practically growling, “That’s not all I want to do.”
“Mmm. I’m liking this version of you much better.”
“Good. Consider this the next step in my apology to you.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“It’ll be easier to show you. Do you trust me to take care of you?”
“I do.”
He picks me up, carrying me to the massage table where he gently places me near one end with my legs dangling off. Without further words, he gently pushes my shoulders until my back is against the table.
Peeling my tennis skirt down my legs, he moans, “You are so beautiful and already so wet for me. I can’t wait to taste you.”
In seconds, he raises each of my legs to rest on his shoulders, spreading me for him. I close my eyes in anticipation of his mouth connecting with me. But instead, he starts by kissing each of my ankles and slowly ...oh so agonizingly slow ...he works his way up my calf until he reaches the back of my knee. He pauses there, nipping, kissing, and licking the tender skin until I’m writhing in need.
“Please hurry. I can’t wait,” I beg, my breath rapid, as I lean forward to grab his head and move it to where I crave his lips.
He pulls back, saying, “Patience, my love. I promise it will be worth the wait.”
He returns to his ministrations. I’d swear he’s dragging it out even more as my desire for him skyrockets with each tender kiss and touch. His mouth moves to the inside of one of my thighs while his thumb caresses the other one. The sensations in two sensitive areas are too much.
I shout, “Now! Please! I really can’t wait any longer.”
“If you insist.”
And his lips press against me in the most delicious way. His tongue flicks and licks, circling my swollen nub. As I arch into him, wanting even more pressure, he lets his teeth graze over me.
I moan, “Ohhh! That’s so good. Don’t you dare stop.”
“No chance,” he murmurs while maintaining his rhythm of kisses, tongue presses, licks, and nibbles that drive me insane.
I grab his hair, pulling his head tighter against me. When I think it can’t get any better, he plunges a finger into me while sucking my nub. I crash over the top, throbbing against his lips. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
He draws out my orgasm to the absolute finish and then pulls me into his arms, holding me against his chest until my breathing returns to normal.
Finally, he softly asks, “Will that do for an initial celebration of our win?”
“Absolutely. I can’t wait to see what you have planned if we win again.”
Who would have thought such a nondescript room would be the perfect place to enjoy our victory?
“If we pull off another win, I’ll come up with something. We have to hurry now. My sponsor won’t be happy if we’re late.”
“Okay. Can you meet me outside my locker room?”
“Sure. We should leave here separately. See you in 45 minutes,” he says as he slips out the door.
I hate to admit it, but we make a wonderful teamon and offthe court.
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BRIANNA
Blake will be here any minute to walk me to his sponsor event.
