Player Loves Curves Box Set #4-6 by Hope Ford
Carter
I jerk awake,sit up in the bed, and look around the empty room. It’s the same room I sleep in every night, but I’m looking at it like it’s brand new. The dream I woke up from was so vivid that I half expected to wake up in my room at my parents’ house, holding Hanna in my arms.
I drop back into the bed, and even though I just woke up, I’m exhausted. I almost wonder if everything that happened last night was just in my imagination. But I can still smell the scent of peaches like it’s been burned into my skin. Staring at the ceiling, I get lost in thought and let my mind wonder back to the night of our high school graduation. I can still remember it, like it happened last night instead of two years ago.
“Can you believe we did it?” Hanna asks me, with her arms around my neck. I’m sitting on my bed in my parents’ house with her on my lap. This should be one of the happiest days of my life. I graduated high school today. I’ll be leaving next week to play professional baseball with the Mavericks, a team I’ve always dreamed of playing for. But I can’t even think about that because I can’t imagine leaving Hanna.
I put my arms around her and hold her against my chest, breathing in her sweet peach scent. “Did you doubt it? I mean you have a 4.0 grade point average. I think they had to graduate you.”
She pinches the skin of my arm. “You had a 3.8, but you know what I mean.”
I can tell she’s trying to be brave, but she’s just as torn up about me leaving. We’ve been together for so long I literally don’t know if I’ll be able to leave her.
She shifts and leans in, pressing her breasts against my chest, her fingers stroking the soft hairs of my neck. “So I’ve been thinking,” she says softly, and already my blood is heating in my veins, going south.
I adjust her on my lap and prepare myself for what I know is coming. “Oh yeah?”
She leans in and kisses me briefly before putting her cheek next to mine and whispering in my ear, “I want you to take my virginity, Carter.”
“Sweet Peach, I don’t…” I start, but she lifts off of me, straddling my lap, looping her legs around me. She’s holding on to me, looking into my eyes, almost begging me to take her. I’ve held back for so long because I don’t want to hurt her… and I know I will.
“I want you, Carter. I know you’re leaving, but I also know that I want forever with you. Give me this. Please? I want you to be my first.” She looks at me with her light blue eyes, and I know I can’t deny her.
But I still tense up at her words. “I want to be your only.”
She rolls her eyes then, like I’m crazy for even questioning that. She climbs off my lap and starts to undress. In the past, I’ve talked her out of this, usually pleasing her with my hand or my tongue. But she wants me, and I’m dying to be inside her too.
She pulls off her clothes, her bra and panties. I look for nervousness in her face, but there isn’t any. I can’t move though. She leaves me breathless. It’s like I’m drowning from how consuming my love for her is. She’s my everything, and I don’t want to screw this up.
She puts her hand on her hip. “Well…?”
I scoot from the bed and fall to my knees in front of her, but she’s not having any of it. She pulls on my shirt, pulling me to my feet, and I stand up, towering over her. She pulls the hem of my shirt over my head, and I raise my hands to help her. “I don’t want your hand. I don’t want your tongue. I want you, Carter. I want to feel you inside me. I can’t explain it, but I need that. I need to feel that with you.”
Understanding hits me, because I need the same from her. We’re as close as two people can be, but we both need this to tie us together. But still I hesitate.
Her brows come together and a worry line shows on her forehead. “You’re not scared, are you? I mean I’ll be your first, right?”
My hands grip her shoulders, and she looks up at me. “Of course you’ll be my first. We’ve been together since we were in eighth grade. There’s no one else for me, Hanna.”
It pains me a little that she even questions my devotion to her. Since the day I met her I’ve never looked at another woman. Her smile widens, and she grips the button of my khakis. I help her, pulling them down my legs, and my cock is fighting to get out of my underwear. I help her to the bed and lie down next to her. My hands touch every part of her naked body, and I can feel her trembling underneath me. My lips find hers and I try to show her how much she means to me. The feel of her in my arms is bittersweet, knowing that I’m leaving next week.
Her fingers slide down the front of my shorts and she gasps as she tries to wrap her hand around my girth. I break our kiss, lean my head against hers, and my hips buck involuntarily. “Hanna, baby.”
But she doesn’t stop. She gets up on her knees and works my shorts down my legs and stares at my hard cock. I can see she’s unsure, and to be honest, I feel the same way. “I’ve read up on this. It’s going to hurt you. You’re probably going to bleed. We don’t have to do this.”
Just the thought of hurting her makes me sick.
With her hands on my thighs, her heavy breasts and hard nipples in my face, she asks me self-consciously, “Do you not want me?”
I grab on to my junk and give it a stroke and a bead of precum leaks from my tip. “Of course I want you. But I can’t hurt you. I won’t.”
I start to sit up, to move away from her, but she stops me, putting her knees on each side of my outer thighs and positioning herself over top of me. Her hands push on my chest and I lie back on the bed. “You won’t hurt me. You’d never hurt me.”
The way she says it, I know she believes it. Her hand goes around me again as she positions herself over me. “Wait. You have to be wet, Hanna. I’ll definitely hurt you if you’re not ready.”
I slide my hand between her legs and through her wet, swollen heat. She’s soaked for me, and I stroke her clit with my finger.
Her hips start to move. “I’m always wet for you.”
I swear my cock lengthens even more at her words. She smiles because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She pulls my wrist from between her legs. “Enough. I want you inside me.”
She moves my dick through her slick folds, coating me with her wetness. Once I’m at her opening, she starts to slide her body down, until I’m moving inside her inch by inch. I grip the sheets on the bed, barely able to control the need to pump my hips into her.
Her body stills when I’ve reached the little piece of skin that is keeping us apart. Her eyes are wide and I’m about to tell her she can stop when she impales herself on me, and she’s sitting on my dick. Sweat forms on my head, because right now I feel like I most likely am going to explode inside her. I grip on to her hips, holding her still. “Don’t move. You move and I come.”
She gives me that smile, the one that will always make me bend to her will. “That’s what I want, silly. I want you to come.”
And then she starts to move.
Fuck. Every muscle is pulled tight, and I’m doing my best not to embarrass myself. She’s tight, and man, it’s like she’s sucking me back in every time she lifts off me. She moves her hips at different angles, and then in circles, and I’m really about to lose it when her pussy gets wetter… and hotter.
I’m wrapped in her heat and I can’t stop it. I flip her on to her back, lifting her legs over my shoulders, and plow into her, our eyes never leaving each other’s. “Baby, I need to come. Fuck, I need to, but I’m not going to without you. What can I do?”
I’m pushing my cock in and out of her, and she’s holding on to my headboard. “Keep looking at me. Tell me you love me.”
“I’ll always look at you. I’ll never stop. I love you, Hanna. I love you more than anything,” I tell her and instantly her cunt spasms around me, her whole body pulled taut as she milks me, and I fill her with my seed.
It’s then that I know I can never leave her.
