“No grand gesture needed,” I said, framing her face. “All I need is you.”
I kissed her with my heart pounding hard in my chest, with every new pull of oxygen feeling like my first and my last all at once. I knew in my gut that this was one of those moments I’d never forget. This was the moment my entire life changed. This was the moment I found what I’d always been looking for.
Football, and love.
And now, finally, I had both.
“Now, take me back to your place,” Belle said, breaking our kiss well before I was ready. “We have some sex to do.”
I barked out a laugh at that. “Oh, do we now?”
“Mm-hmm,” she said on a nod, already on her way over to the passenger side of my car. “I’ve been reading up on sports psychology, and there’s a link between sex and sports performance. So, I figure, we’ve got a solid week of boning to do to get you ready for the next game.”
I laughed again, tossing my bag in the back seat before I climbed into the driver side, leaning over to kiss my passenger before I started the engine.
“You know that’s all a myth, right?” I asked with an arched brow. “There is no scientific evidence to prove that sex has any effect on sports performance — good or bad.”
“Well, I think we should experiment, then. In the name of science.”
I slid my hand over her knee to grip her thigh, putting the car in reverse. “I’ve never been so excited for a science project before.”
“I really am sorry I didn’t do a grand gesture,” she said when we pulled out of the parking lot. “Zach even tried to convince me to take his famous hot dog costume, but I refused.”
I frowned, trying to put the pieces together with the strange words that had just come out of her mouth. “Uh… famous what?”
She waved me off. “I’ll show you the video later. Just know I saved you from an eyesore you’d never be rid of.”
I chuckled, taking her word for it as I pulled her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles as we drove through the streets en route to my condo.
We talked the whole way — her about her week, and me about mine, which really were quite similar when we broke them down to the molecular level. We had both been miserable, barely eating or sleeping, longing to talk to the other but feeling like we couldn’t.
By the time I got her home, all I could think about was holding her and never letting her go.
It was dark in my place, the moon covered by a shadow of clouds, but I didn’t have time to reach for a light switch before Belle had my hand in hers, tugging me back to my bedroom.
We shed articles of clothing along the way, her slipping her dress overhead and letting it puddle in the hallway floor, me yanking my t-shirt up the same way, her stepping out of her wedges, me nearly falling as I hopped out of my jogger pants. We made it to the bedroom with me in my briefs and her in a strapless bra and silky lace thong, and I stopped her when she reached for it, wanting to do the honors.
I dropped to my knees, kissing my way down her chest, her navel, the inside of her thighs. My thumbs skated between her hips and the fabric, and I peeled it down, cock throbbing at the sight of her bare pussy in my face.
She held onto my shoulders, stepping out of the thong now at her ankles, and then she unsnapped her bra, her beautiful breasts spilling out above me.
I groaned, reaching up to palm her with one hand and grabbing her ass with the other. I yanked her closer, kissing her mound, down, down, down, until my tongue swept over her clit.
Belle leaned into the touch with a moan, her hands fisting in what little hair of mine she could grab. She hiked one leg up onto my shoulder, allowing me better access, and I answered her plea with both hands holding her ass as I buried my face between those perfect legs.
I would have stayed down there all night, if she’d let me. I would have paid my penance in the form of making her come on my tongue time and time again. But I’d just barely gotten started when she pulled at my arms, urging me up, and then we tumbled into my messy bed in a tangle of mouths and limbs, kissing and touching, moaning and shaking like we were being touched for the first time.
“Please, Makoa,” she begged when I was between her legs, her heels digging into my ass, nails dragging down my back.
My cock was buried between her lips, coated with her desire, and I flexed my hips, sliding my length up and down to rub her clit while she trembled at the sensation.
“Please,” she echoed, nails all but drawing blood now.
I reached between us, positioning myself at her entrance, and then with both hands under her shoulders, I pulled her down onto me as I thrust inside, filling her in one long stroke, both of us shuddering in unison at the overwhelming feeling of being connected again.
For a long moment, I stayed there, deep inside her with her pussy tightening around me, our foreheads pressed together. Then, slowly, I began moving, withdrawing my hips only to flex them again, in and out, our hot breaths meeting between us in the sweetest symphony.
And that’s when it hit me.
That moment, right there, with Belle moaning in my ear and her legs tightening around my waist, it all hit me.
She was here.
She forgave me.
She loved me.
She was mine.
Realization after realization pummeled me like unrelenting waves, and though I tried with all
