The Ninth Inning (The Boys of Baseball #1) - J. Sterling Page 0,66
wrapper and rolled the rubber down my length before positioning myself back on top of her.
“Ready?” I asked, and it was a stupid question, but I couldn’t take it back now.
She nodded, and I lined up the head of my dick with her entrance and slowly pushed inside.
Christina gasped a little, her mouth forming a perfect little O as I moved all the way in, burying myself in her warmth.
“Jesus,” I said before realizing my eyes were closed tight. Opening them, I found Christina watching me, her blue eyes glassy and gazing into my own. “You okay?”
“I’m okay.” She gave me a teasing smile, and I lowered my mouth to hers, wanting to feel every part of her against every part of me.
Will it ever feel like she is close enough?
My hips moved back and forth, working faster than I wanted but I couldn’t help it. My dick craved a release, and I wasn’t stupid enough to ask him to stop. He might end up betraying me and never come again, and I’d have no one to blame but myself.
“You feel so good. I love being inside you,” I confessed against the hollow of her neck.
“Look at me,” she pleaded, and I did as she’d asked. I would do anything she wanted. “Don’t stop.” Her voice was breathy, her hips grinding against my own, creating a friction I knew she craved for her own release.
I sent up a silent prayer that she’d get there before I did.
Our bodies continued to move in unison, finding a rhythm that wasn’t forced or unnatural. We’d had sex before, but I’d never allowed myself to feel the kind of emotions that currently ripped through me. But maybe that was just it—this wasn’t simply sex. It felt like more.
The closer I got to coming, the harder I had to work to stop myself from blurting out that I was falling in love with her. I’d never wanted to say those words to a girl in my life, and now, I had to stop myself from shouting them every time my dick dived deeper.
“Christina,” I said her name like it was my lifeline to staying in this universe as my pace quickened.
“Cole.” My name on her lips was the sweetest damn sound.
I took it from her. My name, her lips, her breaths—I took it all as my mouth covered hers, ours tongue tangling, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
By the time my body stopped jerking, I focused on her again. She was breathing fast, her chest heaving up and down as I stared at her in awe.
“Did you …” I didn’t even have to finish the question. She knew what I was asking.
“You couldn’t tell?” she asked, sounding winded.
I shook my head because, to be honest, I didn’t know if she had gotten hers or not. But I was damn glad that she had.
Rolling off of her so I didn’t crush her beneath me, I tried to steady my rapidly beating heart but to no avail. Beads of sweat dripped down my cheeks. I hadn’t even noticed them before.
Reaching for her body, I pulled her against my chest, needing to feel her. “I’m not ready to let go. Hope that’s okay.”
“That was nothing like before,” was all she said, and I knew exactly what she meant.
We had always shared a connection, but I’d ignored it, pretending it wasn’t there and giving it no life. Now, it felt like I was living for that connection.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d almost told her I loved her and how, now that it was over, I knew I was definitely falling. Suddenly, her body tensed against mine, and I reacted in kind, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Her head moved up from my chest, and cold air swooped in. “Was that real, or an accidental, postcoital, in-the-moment, slip-of-the-tongue kind of thing?”
Shit.
Did I say the words out loud? “Which part?” I asked as I navigated my next move depending on her response.
“That you’re falling in love with me?” She sounded more cautious than hopeful.
“I …” I stumbled, not wanting to scare her off and wondering if it was way too soon to feel that strong, even with all of our shared history. “I’m definitely falling for you.”
I swore I’d never seen my girl smile so big before, like she knew a secret I didn’t. “If it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure I started falling the first night we met,” she said.