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I watch as he squirts some on his middle finger and then uses his index and ring fingers to spread me apart.
“Like this?”
“Yes,” I gasp, rolling my hips forward and chasing the sensation building inside me. “I need you.”
My hand wraps around his cock and he grunts as I stroke him, his finger sliding down my slit and dipping inside me, mimicking the pace I’m using on him.
Grabbing the condom from the ledge, he rolls it on and lifts me up, positioning the head of his cock against my core and pushing ever so slightly inside me. Pulling out, he does it again, sliding in inch by torturous inch and then out until he’s fully seated and I’m gripping his shoulders.
It’s everything I need.
Every slow stroke has my body igniting, his pelvis grinding against my tingling clit as he squeezes and digs his fingers intomy ass cheeks. I cry out, his hands ramping up the way my pussy is already clenching around his length.
The feeling is incredible. I feel so impossibly full, savoring the closeness of our bodies and our mingling breath as he fucks me until I shatter.
But the building of the orgasm is nothing compared to the intensity with which it rips through every cell of my being, holding me captive as pleasure washes over me.
“Jesus, Baby,fuck,” Jensen groans as he slams into me over and over before burying himself impossibly deeper inside me as he comes.
Wrapping my arms around him, I bury my face in his neck as I let myself feel everything in this moment—the good, the bad, and the unexpected.
And Jensen just holds me, weathering my storm right along with me, like maybe I don’t have to do this alone.
33
NESSA
Four days. That’s all I had and I made every second of it count—on the soccer field, that is. Jensen had been particularly diligent in helping me work out my tired and sore muscles, running me baths, massaging every inch of me, and fixing protein shakes.
He was spoiling the hell out of me.
The thought has my lips twitching as fifteen sets of tired eyes stare back at me, their smiles bright, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst in my chest. We’d been strangers on Monday afternoon but I’d seen so much passion pouring out onto the field, I felt right at home.
But it’s been a long time since I felt like that, since I’ve been able to feel my love of the game radiating from the inside out. Playing on a professional level had always been my dream, but these girls were just excited to be here. They love the game and put in the work well beyond that of an college club team.
Soccer wasn’t their end goal but a love they kept just for themselves. It was a luxury I’d never known. My love for the game was always tangled up in getting to the next level. The nextpractice, camp, and training—all of it had dominated so much of my life.
They’re looking at me like some kind of hero, but I’m the one in awe of them.
Alana is studying to be a physical therapist and Mallory wants to be a social worker and Rayne has always lived in Blackstone Falls and commutes to school. Her mama is hosting the team dinner after the game tomorrow and that has me missing Kinsley again.
“Would y’all be okay if we took a selfie so I can send it to Kins?”
“Kinsley Dane?” Rayne squeals as she sits up straighter, “Oh my gosh, Iloveher! The goal she scored against Florida wasso good!”
“I know, right?” Alana says, her blonde ponytail swinging behind her as she nods. “I watched the replay like twenty times.”
“So that’s a yes?” I laugh as they all crowd together behind me. Raising my phone, I take the picture and a couple more for good measure. I want to remember this moment, this feeling of excitement and hope—the kind that happens when you have your whole life ahead of you.
Tapping out a text, I hit send and laugh when her reply comes a minute later.
KINSLEY:Gah! Check out that group of fierce, gorgeous women!
KINSLEY: The big game is tomorrow, right? Wish them luck for me!
KINSLEY: (selfie of Kinsley blowing a kiss)
I showthe girls the picture and read her messages which leads to another round of giggles and squeals.
