I want everything right now.
But time is running out.
I’m struggling to hold back.
“Are you ready?” I ask, pulling myself out and sliding it against her arse.
She releases a breath, nodding without a word.
“Are you sure?”
Gabriella’s hand moves behind her back, stroking my shaft. She pushes herself up onto all fours, spreading her arse keeping me completely in view.
Fuck.
My cock is dripping with her juices. I rub the tip and shaft against her hole. Her moans escape, and slowly, I slide myself in, cherishing her tightness around my hardened cock.
I place my hand on her lower back, rubbing it gently to calm her nerves.
As soon as I’m fully in, she begins to rock back and forth. Her skin against mine is making this delicious sound, and as I lean in to rub her swollen clit again, my cock goes in deeper, and her body shakes instantly.
“Olly… I’m not going to last long.”
She grabs the pillow, biting down as she muffles her screams. I’m fucking seeing stars, exploding inside her as the sensations ravages every part of me. I let out a deep, rumbling groan, tightening my grip on her shoulders. I don’t want to hurt her, but the marks I’ve left are red.
Our heavy pants echo through the confined room, and with a gentle kiss on her shoulder, I ease my way out slowly causing her to flinch.
At this time, she loves me with her eyes, our souls mingling in the quiet moments between action and stillness. My fingers loosely wrap around hers, bringing it to my lips, and I kiss her knuckles.
The morning sunlight has radiated warmth throughout the bedroom. I don’t know what I want more caught between the intoxication of the climax or extending a moment I never want to end.
Beside me, she checks the time, reminding me I have a training session in an hour before telling me she needs to use the bathroom.
“You okay?” I ask, helping her off the bed.
With a wicked smile, she leans forward, kissing my lips. “I think we found a new contender.”
She walks with a purposeful sway in her hips, closing the bathroom door behind her. I continue to lay on my back, closing my eyes and relinquishing the moment between us. Gabriella is nothing like I imagined. She’s always willing to try anything and succumb to my fantasies which then become her own. With the wall between us broken into tiny pieces, we’re very vocal when it comes to our personal demands. Basically, I want to be inside her all the time, and when she complains she’s sore but still wants intimacy, she gives me the most epic blow job.
My phone rings on the bedside table, the number, an international code, prompts me to hop out of bed.
“I need to take this,” I yell, quickly placing my boxers on.
I make my way to the lounge room, closing the bedroom door behind me. Moving toward the balcony, I answer the call.
“Hello, Oliver speaking?”
“Mr. Madden, it’s Karl.”
“Hey, Karl.”
“Is now a good time to talk?”
Gabriella’s still using the bathroom, but for how long, I am unsure.
“If you can make it short.”
“The client accepted the offer. It’s all yours if you want it.”
The bedroom door opens, and Gabriella strolls into the room wearing only her lacy nighty which she knows sets me off. I’m losing concentration again staring at her lean legs which are proving to be a big distraction.
“Yes, please. I’ll call you back.” I hang up, watching her move around the kitchen so effortlessly.
“So what does your girlfriend need to say? She misses you?”
“Ha-ha,” I deadpan. “Your jokes make me want to fuck you again.”
With a sly grin, she presses the start button on coffee machine and leans against the countertop eyeing me.
Gabriella leaves the kitchen moving to where I’m standing. Stopping in front of me, she runs her hands down my chest, toying with the tip of my boxers. She fucking knows I’m hard. Again. My dick’s insatiable when it comes to her.
“Well, here’s the thing, I’ve never considered myself a jealous woman, or selfish, but certain times warrant certain moments.”
I place my mouth on hers, sucking in her bottom lip. “I’m hungry,” I moan, dragging her down to the lounge and eagerly spreading her legs. I move my head between her legs, tasting her clit on my tongue. “Time to claim what’s mine… again.”
The night before a soccer game is my opportunity to take advantage of eating a large meal. We decide to dine at a restaurant in the Rocks, early enough so I can get a good night’s rest.
Gabriella has met my sister, Matilda, and together, they plan to watch a late movie then crash at her place over the bridge. I know Gabriella is worried her presence will distract me. Although I don’t want her anywhere else, I know this game will be one of my most important. It’s my comeback game, and I need to be one hundred and ten percent focused.
I settle for penne pasta with grilled chicken, balancing carbohydrates and protein, which is extremely important for a player’s diet the night before a game. These foods are broken down slowly and provide energy over a long period of time. Avoiding sugared drinks and alcohol, I stick to plain old water to keep hydrated, making it easier to remain that way tomorrow.
I’ve stuck to my previous match-day routine, preparing myself psychologically and physically. The morning’s spent with low-level activity, a great way to calm the anxious nerves building inside.
The afternoon has rolled around quickly, and after a pep talk in the locker room from coach, it’s only fifteen minutes until we will hit the field.
I’ve been waiting what feels like a lifetime for this moment.
I lower my head, praying silently my body will withstand the endurance.
We are going to win this game.
My body is built to play against the best of the best.
The other team barely had their shit together last season. My competitive streak is getting the better of
