Page 37 of Sweet Disaster
She squeezes and pulses, murmuring my name in breathless little whispers, prompting the start of my own unbelievable orgasm.
I pump a few more times, fast and furious, and then the climax that was gaining momentum low in my spine for days, rumbles from my fist-tight balls and up through my cock. I come...
…and come
…and come…filling up the condom with the force of my release.
When I’m finally able to move again, I lift my head, which was nestled in the softness of Kady’s neck, and find her staring at me with a look I can’t decipher.
My heart speeds up with worry. Did I hurt her? Was I too rough?
Fuck, I kind of lost it there for a brief period. Maybe I did or said something that she didn’t like.
“Are you okay?” I’m almost anxious for her response.
And then a brilliant, warm smile takes over her face and she turns her head, cheeks flushed with the bloom of embarrassed shyness. So completely unlike her.
Kady closes her eyes and makes a soft noise as I pull out of her body, holding on to the condom as I do.
“I gotta go take care of this.”
She mumbles something and turns on her side to watch me walk into the bathroom. I close the door behind me but don’t latch it all the way, taking care of business and washing my hands before returning to bed.
I’m surprised by the tug of need to be near her. From the doorway, I notice her long blonde and blue-streaked hair fanning across my pillow and a serene look awash over her face. I could spend hours just watching her. Touching her. Making her come and scream my name as she surrenders her release to me.
She’s so beautiful. Independent and strong. She’s brave and bold. Yet as she lays serenely and superbly fucked in my bed, the sheets rumpled around her naked body, she appears soft, sweet and in need of my protection.
Climbing into bed behind her, I take a chance and wrap her up in my arms. I half-expect her to walk out of here and back into her own room. Instead, she snuggles her backside into me, unintentionally grinding against my half-hard cock, which springs to life again with that small amount of pressure. It doesn’t go unnoticed and she laughs.
“So, it’s true what they say about athletes, then?”
“What’s that?”
She glances over her shoulder at me and I kiss the tip of her nose dotted with freckles, my lips caressing her cheek and down her jawline. She invites me to her neck when she stretches her head out against the pillow. She smells so sweet. Peaches and cream.
“The stamina.”
I feather a hand down her side as we lay cocooned in each other’s warmth and nakedness.
“I do have a lot of stamina, but it’s all because of you. You get me hard like this.”
There’s no doubt in my mind that we’ll fuck again tonight, maybe a few more times before the sun comes up. But right now, I’m content just holding her in my arms. I want to know more about her. What makes her tick. What she wants out of life. And how we’re going to navigate our time together now that we’ve had sex.
I decide I don’t want our time to come to an end just yet. I need more time with Kady. Not only time in my bed, but just in general.
I prop myself up on my elbow and look down. “What do you think about going to Rome tomorrow morning? Hang out there for the next two days. I have to be down there for a game, anyway, so I’ll just go early. I can show you the sights, you can go to the consulate and get your ID replaced and then you can catch a flight to Madrid from there.”
“Really?” she asks excitedly, flipping over in my arms to face me. “I don’t want to be in your way or cramp your style.”
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
She places her hand behind my head, stroking at my neck and up into my scalp. It feels amazing and I practically melt into her touch.
“Well, your female fans might get upset if you’re seen hanging out with a woman. They seem a bit obsessed with their American ball player.” She waggles her eyebrows.
I’ll admit, it’s been exciting to be swarmed by beautiful women whenever I’m out. I hadn’t expected to be received so well overseas or to gain such a fanatic fanbase here in Italy. Especially since the Italian’s first love is football (the European kind) and basketball isn’t even a close second. But I do get recognized and I’m quite often mobbed by fans. Under normal circumstances, it isn’t that big of a deal, but it could be awkward for Kady. I hadn’t thought about it that way. She might not like the notoriety.
I shrug my shoulder as if unconcerned. “Well, I guess if the women are interested, I can always invite them to join us.”
