explosive
orgasm.
Spent, I looked down at him with joy. “That was amazing. Now
it’s my turn.”
“No, no, sweetheart, this was all for you.” He stepped out
of the shower to find his clothes.
“No way.” I followed him and jumped on his back, which
caused us both to topple to the ground where we wrestled around until my mouth
found his and I kissed him passionately.
“What I want is you. So I suggest you give me what I want.”
I stood up and returned to the shower. I put my palms against the wall of the
shower and faced my bum towards him. He seemed to get the message loud and
clear because he couldn’t get up fast enough and he returned to my side,
pressing up against my bottom. He slid inside me and pumped me doggy style,
enjoying every moan that came out of me.
He was so deep inside me that I could barely stand it. I thought
I would lose my mind as he pumped me hard and fast. I came hard against his
cock and he finished right after me. He laid his head against my back. I loved
feeling him so near to me. He turned on the shower again so we could both clean
up.
The whole experience had been so intimate and special that I
just wanted to be even closer to him. He lay on his back on the bed and I
rested on his chest. His body was overheated from the shower and it felt nice
and cozy lying with him.
I knew that I was really good for Bennett, more so than I
originally thought. We just fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. We
matched and I believed that we would make each other very happy. Did it really
matter that he missed practice every once in awhile as long as we progressed as
a couple? He was at the top of his game, surely it didn't really matter that
much. He surely had the talent for the game and that alone would take him
further having practices or not. Being so close to him like that made me
believe that everything was going to be okay.
I was startled to hear a rather loud knock on the front
door; it was almost as if someone was trying to pound it down.
“What on earth is that?”
We both sat up in the bed, our moment together lost by the
racket.
Bennett's brown was furrowed when he said, “I have no idea,
let me go check.”
“I'll come with you.”
“No, let me handle this. It's probably best that I go alone.
I have no idea who is banging on the door.”
I thought it was weird that he didn't want me to come with
him, but it was his home, so I needed to respect that. I hoped it wasn't an old
girlfriend that showed up...or a new one? Oh, there was no point in even
thinking like that, I was bound to drive myself nuts if I did.
I closed the door behind Bennett as he left the room. I
wasn't sure who would be at the door, but I didn't want to be discovered if it
happened to be someone from the press. I waited and listened for Bennett to
open the door and I got nothing. A lot of time seemed to go by and I wondered
what was taking him so long to answer the door. Was he just peering out the
peephole at them? The whole situation was beginning to get a little weird for
me. My instincts were screaming to me that something strange was going on.
Whoever was at that door meant business and the banging continued.
It had to be a girl – he was cheating on me and didn't
want me to find out. It had to be that, otherwise why wasn't he answering the
door? Why didn't he let me come out there with him? It was so bizarre, and yet
it made total sense if he was cheating on me. I wasn't sure if I should march
right out there and demand to know what was going on. But then I heard the door
open and what I heard next made me grateful that I had not gone out there.
Chapter Eleven
I almost threw up when I heard my father's booming voice
come through the living room. He was so loud that I could hear him all the way
in the bedroom. What the hell was he doing there? And why hadn't he told me he
was coming to town?
When Bennett swung open that door not only did the Triple A
coach walk in, but he was followed