He looks at me as if he’s reading my mind, “Don’t go getting in your head and reading anything into it. You know I want more. I want the same things as you and I want them with you. I need to manage to get through the season and bring my stats up.”
“I understand. You might need to remind me that I want my team to win and that means you need to be behind the plate.” I grin happily, laughing at myself.
I wrap my arms around him and he takes the bed on all fours with me hanging on him. He puts my head on the pillow and rests his body on mine, sharing the pillow with me and pulling the blankets up over us. His hands touch me tenderly with desire. He kisses my lips softly, sweetly, tasting me. He moves his mouth to my neck where I feel his hot breath and he whispers, “I love you, baby,” in my ear as he pushes into me. His whisper so sincere, I feel how much he loves me. He moves slowly and he’s in another world, needing to love me. He moves, making noises under his breath with every slow stroke.
I wrap my legs around him tight and my whole body needs him, more of him. “I love you, my king. Please give me more. Not harder. Not faster. All of you, deeper.” He sits back on his knees and pushes all the way into me, and I cry out in need. My cry pushes him forward and he hooks my knees with his arms as he comes back down to me. Pressing his lips to mine, his tongue dancing with mine as he pushes into me further and holds my knees spread at my chest. Pushing in more with each slow stroke until he’s all the way in and driving me crazy with need. “Oh, Rick. I need you, baby.”
“I’m right here, baby. You’re so tight, I don’t want to go too fast.” He stops moving and leans into my ear, “That’s me buried all the way in you, Sherry. Do you remember how big I am? Do you remember watching me slide in and out of you? Do you remember how far I can slide out and still be in you? Do you remember how thick and hard I was, when you were watching me stretch your tight hole? That’s what you have again right now. All of me, baby. All of me and only for you. Nobody else will ever have me. You’re the only lock for my key.” He grinds against me while he remains buried deep and I cry out his name. He does it again and I scream out. “How about some more.” He says more as a statement than a question and keeps grinding against me at our connection. My heat builds instantly and I can’t help but squeeze him. “Fuck me. Sherry, tell me you want more. Tell me to take you. Give me permission. Something. Oh fuck. Please Sherry. Please. You’re so fucking tight, I…”
“Take me, my king. However you want. I’m yours.” I know he wants it hard and fast. I know he wants to pound into me in this position. He doesn’t move. “I need you to slam into me hard and fast, and I need you to not stop. I need you to spread my legs wide and hold my feet at my ears. I need you as deep as you can get, hard on every stroke and I need you now. You can still love me, while you send us over the edge.” He smiles and does what I ask. He didn’t need permission, he needed to know he was still loving me. “That’s perfect. I love you, baby.” He's amazing and it doesn’t take much to send us both into ecstasy together, as we cry out in unison and reach for each other, needing to hold each other close while we come down. Our physical and emotional connection together are crazy. He claims my mouth, kissing me while we keep our connection and I’m in heaven.
I wake up starving at around 4am and go to the kitchen to find food. I make an Italian Sandwich, and I grab the leftover cookies and banana bread. I take it all back to bed with me, he’ll be hungry and awake when I get back to bed.
“Where’d you go, baby?” He says sleepily.
“Grabbed us something to eat. I know you’re hungry.”
Rick sits up groggily, “How are you so perfect, my queen?” Happily inhaling part of the sandwich. He’s not fully awake and that’s okay. I close up the banana bread and cookies, leaving them sitting on the floor at my bedside. I lie back down in bed and Rick immediately rolls me underneath him as he slides back into me, stroking in and out slowly until he has a smile on his face.
I wake up to the smell of coffee brewing. It’s Saturday morning. Rick is off suspension and back to playing baseball today. Right now he has me lying on top of him and his arm holding me there. “Good morning, my king. It’s a 5:40 game day, what time do you want to be at the stadium? Do you want breakfast? Shower?”
Rick groans at the thought of morning, “Earlier is better today. How long to make breakfast?”
“I can have an omelette and coffee ready for you in less than fifteen minutes.”
“Okay. Breakfast, please. I’ll shower and be ready to eat in under fifteen.” He sits up with his eyes still closed and I pull the blankets away to find his naked cock in need.
I lean down and kiss him on his tip. “Do you have an extra five minutes for me?” I ask as I slide my lips over his cock, licking and sucking.
“Oh, yeah.” He doesn’t have anymore words.
He gets harder in my mouth as I stroke him
