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I follow his instructions to the T and wait for him to continue but instead he stands up and removes his own pants and boxers. His hard cock curves up towards his stomach as his hand strokes from the base to the tip with a lick of his lips and his eyes watching my reactions.
“I want your fingers to dip into your pussy, tease yourself and get that pussy ready for me. I want you to work yourself up for me.” He directs.
Goose bumps rise across my skin as the thrill of his directions excites me.
I do as he requests, sliding my fingers into my heat, in and out with deliberate drags and watch while his eyes light with fire and he licks his lips. He sits back for a moment while stroking his cock, and then he releases himself and stalks towards me. He grabs my wrist, pulls my hand away from my body and brings my fingers to his mouth. his tongue lashing out and licking my juices off my fingers.
“My favorite taste is you,” he whispers with his eyes burning into mine.
He turns me around and moves me to lay on the bed, and hovers over me. He moves his hips against mine as his cock brushes against my center and then breaches my entrance. He starts to fill me, and then pulls out.
“I can’t balance on one arm, I want you to ride me, and ride me hard,” he moves to the bed and pulls me astride him. I line him up and impale myself on him. I slide up and down him as his hips push up to thrust into me. My hands are on his chest as I use him to balance myself before I begin to move. His good hand grips my hip as he directs my speed as much as he can. With the push and the pull of our bodies, we move together as we both continue to pant and claw at each other.
Underneath me, he circles his hips and pushes up, I move up and down with perfect control, even though all I want to do is move faster. Gunnar’s hand lightly slaps my ass as I pick up my speed using my knees to steady me. My hair falls in front of my face; my eyes want to roll back in my head and my mouth drops open.
Our moans echo through the room as we work together to find our release as the pad of his thumb caresses my clit. I lean down and slant my mouth over his, our kiss burying the moans. I sit up, feeling the start of my orgasm and increase the speed of my hips crashing down on him.
When I begin to spiral over the edge, Gunnar’s caressing disappears, and his hand grasps my hip again. His back bows off the bed as I push my head back and release a loud moan with my orgasm just as Gunnar’s hips push up to press me closer to him, to be fully seated as he expels into me.
“I’m coming!” He exclaims. I feel his cock pulsing as my inner walls contract, pulling his orgasm out of him while I ride out the wave of pleasure rocketing through my body. Our bodies are flushed with adrenaline as I languidly continue to move my hips against him as his body shudders in his final release. I lean down, and kiss up his neck, across his cheek and to his lips. Slowly, my tongue dips into his mouth and I pull away back to the sitting position on top of him in the aftershocks of our combined orgasms.
We’re catching our breath, looking at one another both with a look of happiness, content and desire.
“Why would you think I would be into pony play?” He asks breaking the moment.
TWENTY-FOUR
GUNNAR
SAWYER and I walk into our new home with the look of awe. I don’t recall having this sort of reaction when I purchased the condo in San Diego. Of course, at that point in time, I was a bachelor and a rookie in baseball. It’s almost as if I’ve never seen the house before, and in a way, it is. It looks so different from how it was originally staged.
Now, I am an experienced ball player, engaged and wiser. I actually feel like an adult as Sawyer and I walk through our furnished home. Sawyer and the designer spent the last few weeks planning each room, making it our new home and it looks like one of those home shows that you see on that Home Show Network where people buy houses, fix them up and sell them. Except, we bought this place and don’t intend to sell it, at least not anytime soon.
In the living room is a large sectional that could fit quite a number of people, with my two jerseys hanging over the couch. One for San Diego, and the other for Arizona - both are framed and I fall a little bit more in love with Sawyer. I’ve never really highlighted who I am in the condo we lived in, but I enjoy the fact that she’s excited too. There is a massive screen on the opposite wall, with a projector screen hanging above it, which was one of my requests when she asked me about what I wanted in the house. The house had touches of both masculine and feminine throughout the space in the art and random objects that you would only see in the home catalogs for those fancy stores that you never know who really shops at.
I like what I see so far, so overall - now I can say that I own some of that stuff in those catalogs.
“Well, it looks like everything is in order.” Julia says walking in through the front door with her folder.
“I think so.” I say turning to her. “Thank you for everything and I’m sorry that you got a little caught up in the tabloids.”
“It’s no problem, I’m just glad that you guys had that idea for publicity to stop whatever rumors would have happened, my husband heard about it and even though he thought it was kind of cool, he was appreciative as well,” she smiles.
“That was all Sawyer; she’s the brains behind this operation. She came in with the clutch for that.” I point at her using baseball terminology.
“Is there anything else that I can do for you guys today?” Julia asks.
“I think that we’re all good here. Thank you Julia for everything, it has been greatly appreciated. I know that we’ll be happy here.”
“It truly is a great neighborhood, you’ll be good. Also, welcome to Arizona, the team and I hope that you have a relaxing off-season,” she smiles.
“Thank you.” I reply as Sawyer comes to my side and slides her arm around my middle.
“Yes, thank you for everything. It was a pleasure working with you.” Sawyer holds out her hand and the two shake.
“There’s something nice for you two in the garage. My husband likes to welcome all out of town new owners this way, so by all means, blame him. My gift to you both is in your new fridge. Let me know if you guys have any questions at any time.” And with that, Julia waves and leaves us alone in our new home.
I look to Sawyer and we both bolt for the garage door. We open it and see something that is quite unreal for a new home gift. Sitting inside the three car garage are two four wheelers, with elbow and knee pads with matching his and hers helmets. Attached to one of the handlebars is a note welcoming us.
