Rounding the Bases by Jaqueline Snowe

Chapter Twenty-One

Sarah

His licked his lips and lowered his eyes, his breath coming out in short pants. “Sarah.”

God, the way he said my name made my entire body go weak. My knees shook, something hot and tight formed low in my stomach and it felt like all the air left the room—the only way to breathe was to be with him. I couldn’t touch enough of him. I grabbed everything on his chest, his shoulders, his arms. He cupped the back of my head and kissed me deeply, letting out a guttural groan that made me tremble.

“Mm, Blue Bell.” He picked me up, wrapped my legs around him and dug his nails into my ass. Everything about him was hard—his grip, his pecs, his body—but his kiss was soft and warm and slow. He took his time, tasting me, letting me savor every second. I pressed into him more, not able to get as close as I wanted. I rocked against him and he groaned. “Shit,” he said into my mouth, sucking my tongue, causing a burst of lust through me.

He slammed my back into the wall, pressing his length into me. He pinned me with his hips and used a free hand to take my shirt off. He tossed it to the side before dipping low and kissing along my neck, my shoulder and sliding my bra straps to the side. He cupped one of my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking until the sensation overwhelmed me. “So fucking sexy.”

“More,” I demanded.

He obliged. Smart man. We made it to the bedroom, where he got me out of my shorts and underwear in one move before parting my legs and licking me from my thighs to my throat. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I almost purred at that point. He took my hands in his and shoved them over my head, kissing and teasing every part of my body with his mouth. My hunger for him grew and grew to the point it throbbed between my legs. “Brigham, please.”

“Oh, baby, the number of times I’ve fantasized you this way.” He kept me pinned down and reached between my legs, probing me with two fingers. “I want all fucking night with you, but I need to be sure you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” I panted, arching my back so his fingers entered me. He found the perfect rhythm, sliding in and out with the right pressure. The orgasm hit fast, building in my lower stomach and spreading to each individual finger, making my vision blur as everything trembled. “Oh shit.”

He laughed and kissed me, putting his full weight on top of me and barely letting me catch my breath before grinding into me. Nothing separated his bulging cock from entering me besides his shorts, and aggressive anticipation made my voice disappear. The need, the want, the love I had for him made me speechless. “Sarah, baby, I-I need to feel you.”

The tremor in his voice made my stomach swoop. “Yes. Me too.”

He stilled, his face grimacing as he lifted himself off me. “I don’t have a fucking condom.”

“I do. I do!” I bolted up and opened the little drawer on the table next to the bed. A small, unopened box sat there and I held it up, squealing like a maniac. “We’re okay!”

“You buy these thinking about me?” he asked, his tone dangerously low. “Please say yes.”

“Duh.”

He smiled, and the simple gesture had me more exposed than any other experience in my life. He never once made me feel weird or odd—he built me up and was tender and patient. My heart beat the words I love you over and over, but I slammed my lips shut.

His expression changed to a frown, and he reached over and cupped my face. “Hey, we don’t to do this if you aren’t ready.”

“No.” I leaned into his palm. “I want this.” I gulped. “You are the most wonderful man.”

He blinked before bringing my face to his. When he kissed me this time, the urgency and hunger was gone. This one was loving. The slow stroke of his tongue, the gentle way he placed me back on the bed, the soft touches along my collarbone. He lifted his head and stared down at me with unfiltered, beautiful brown eyes. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair. It was my favorite thing to do, because it was so thick and he always let out a little hum of pleasure.

“For letting me experience this with you.” He moved to grab the condom, but dropped it twice. “Shit, I’m nervous.”

God, if I hadn’t loved him before, I did now. That little admittance solidified that there would never be room for anyone else but him in my heart. “Why are you nervous?”

He ripped it open and put it on before positioning himself over me, putting his weight on his arms. “I want this to be perfect for you.”

“Brigham, everything I’ve experienced with you has been perfect.” I trembled when he lowered himself and thrust his hips so his tip teased me. He held eye contact before he pushed and slid partially into me.

It hurt, at first.

“Sarah,” he said, dropping his head onto my shoulder as his body shook. He made the final push so he was inside me, filling me and stretching me. He pressed a kiss to my neck and started thrusting slowly. “Jesus, this is… Baby.” He gripped my ass hard and groaned the sexiest sound into my ear.

“Wow.”

He paused, lifted his head up and stared at me. “Good wow?”

“The best wow.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him and ran my hand over his jaw. “It’s better than I imagined, ever.”

“Good.” He kissed me, matching the pace to the way he moved in and out of me. I adjusted to his size and gasped when he lifted one of my legs back, so my knee went to his shoulder. “Fuck,” he moaned, never breaking eye contact when he changed our position. “I don’t…I don’t think I can last long.”

“It’s okay.” I arched my hips and my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head at the sensations. The smell of his cologne and his sweat combined into a sexy musk, and it was intoxicating. Because it was him. All of him.

“Sarah,” he warned before grabbing my ass harder and pumping into me four final times. He let out a long, strangled groan before pinning me with his intense, worried eyes. “Shit, you didn’t come. Are you okay?” He scanned my face and chest before sliding out of me and wincing. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to come that fast. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about this for so long, I had zero control.”

“I’m okay.” I grinned, biting down on my lip. “I liked how you felt in…inside me.”

He got up and tossed the condom into the small trashcan, and it was embarrassing how cold I felt with his absence.

His eyebrows were set in determination and he huffed before sitting on the bed next to me. “I read that it can be hard to orgasm your first time. I was hoping that wasn’t the case, but I’m really sorry I disappointed you.”

“Brigham, no.” I pressed my lips together to stop myself from smiling. “You didn’t disappoint me.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I sat up so I could face him, but chose to straddle him from behind. I kissed the center of his back and he reached around to caress my thighs. “It felt amazing to have all of you inside me.”

“God, what’s wrong with me?” He spun around, pinned me to the mattress and stared at me with an unreadable expression. “I take your virginity, and you’re reassuring me. I don’t like this picture.”

“What’s a picture you would like?”

“You coming around my cock. You passed out because you’re so satisfied. You begging me to go deeper into you so you can’t see straight.” His nostrils flared and he stared at my rising chest. “Am I turning you on with all this talk, Sarah?”

“Yes.” My breathing came in pants now. “All of those sound g-great.”

“Is my girl eager to try again?”

My girl.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to spend some time eating your pussy, then we’ll have another go. Any complaints?”

I barely shook my head no before he kneeled on the ground and stayed true to his word.

* * * *

Waking up sore typically meant I’d done something stupid, like trip or dancing too hard. But this kind of sore? The ache between my legs? God, it was wonderful. I squinted at the clock and saw that it was just after eight in the morning, and that Brigham’s big, strong leg rested across my body, pinning me down.

The beast of a man liked to sleep-cuddle, and it charmed the hell out of me. I angled my head to the side and stared at his sleeping face. The perfect eyelashes. The lock of brown hair dangling from his forehead. The strong nose and full lips.

He opened his eyes. Busted. “Watching me sleep, Blue?”

My face burned. “You left me no choice. Your leg is trapping me.”

“Uh-huh.” He yawned and pulled me on top of him so I could look down at his handsome face. “I like waking up to you.”

“Me too.” Melt. Swoon. “Even though you sleep-cuddle.”

“I do not.” He rolled his eyes and tickled my side, causing me to wiggle against him, and I became very aware that we were both still naked. The playful glint in his eyes shifted and my nipples hardened. He noticed. “You are the sleep cuddler.”

“False.” I wiggled again, feeling his shaft pressed against my ass. “I don’t move when I sleep. I wake up in the same position I go to bed.”

“Liar.” He arched his hips just enough for me to gasp. He licked his bottom lip and trailed his fingers from my waist to the side of my boobs. “How are you feeling, baby? Sore?”

“A bit. But it’s a good sore.” I sucked in a breath when he teased my nipples, just barely touching them enough for me to buck. “How are you?”

“Really, really fucking good.” He sat up so our faces were a breath apart. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Like what?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

“Happy and naked and free. It makes me think things I shouldn’t be thinking.” He reached over for a condom and arched one eyebrow. “Like the fact that I should let you rest right now.”

“Don’t wanna rest.” I took the packet and ripped it open, sliding it on his impressive morning wood. “Not when I have you here with me.”

His answering smile was all I needed. I lowered myself onto him, wincing when he entered me. “Baby, we don’t—”

“Shh.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and embraced his length. God, he was big. He guided my hips to rock with him, and the expression on his face was almost too much. Slack jaw, parted lips, swirling eyes.

“Sarah…” He groaned, pulling me down and kissing the hell out of me. “Never been like this before,” he said, his voice getting husky and low. “Never.”

His words fueled me. The soreness shifted to pleasure the more we went. I found a pace that felt natural and sent tingles down my spine. He slipped his hands between my thighs and gave me the needed pressure on my clit to send me over the edge and orgasm did I ever. Holy shit. My body convulsed from the pleasure. I lost all sense of time as I rode the high and fell onto his chest, panting and sweating. “Brigham…woah.”

He grunted and gripped my hips as he arched his back, his leg muscles tensing before he too came loudly. His hands dug into my skin and I couldn’t think of any reason why we should ever leave this bed. Ever. “Fuck, Sarah.” He set me down next to him, his chest rising fast as he caught his breath. But he didn’t let me recover alone. He intertwined our fingers while we lay there, caught up in a bliss I didn’t know existed. He removed the condom and joined me on the bed, pulling me into his side and kissing me. “Thank you,” he whispered, barely audible.