Page 126 of Hometown Halftime

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grit out the words. “Goddamn, Kinsey, this pussy is going to be the death of me.”

Her smile brushes softly against my mouth before she kisses me again, and the combination of her kiss and her body taking me has me gripping the sheets.

I begin with slow, deep strokes, and nothing could’ve prepared me for this. No fantasies or curiosity, or years spent wondering what this would feel like gave me an inkling of what I feel right now.

I’m careful at first, trying to pay attention to every reaction crossing Kinsey’s face. Every motion from her hips, the way she grips my arms. Then, I thrust harder, and her head tilts back into the pillow as her hands move to my back, pulling me closer.

“Riley, God, right there,” she calls out, her nails dragging down my back.

“Tell me if I need to slow down,” I tell her, trying desperately to stay focused instead of getting swept away by how unbelievable she feels around me.

Kinsey’s hands come to my face, forcing my attention back to her.

“You’re doing so good, Riley. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Jesus Christ.

The more we move together, the easier it becomes to stop overthinking every second and just feel her. Her legs wrap around my waist as her pussy tightens around me when I take one of her nipples into my mouth.

Everything about this feels overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Oh my God,” she breathes as I thrust harder.

Yeah, agreed.

I kiss a path down her neck while my hand slides down her thigh, hiking it higher, letting me drive deeper inside. Kinsey arches beneath me again, her breathing growing more uneven while the room fills with the sounds of her moans.

“I’m close, so fucking close,” she says, voice strained.

I pull back to look at her, while she stares up at me with flushed skin, swollen lips and eyes that completely undo me.

“Come for me. I need to feel you come on my cock,” I grit out between thrusts.

She tilts her hips beneath mine, and then I watch as she writhes beneath me, making the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. I keep driving into her, my hips becoming erratic as she trembles. I can feel the pleasure coming to an apex. Her hands grip my shoulders as she shatters, calling my name over and over until I follow her over the edge.

“Holy shit, Kinsey, I’m going to come.”

The orgasm hits me so hard my arms nearly give out.

A deep, rough sound leaves my chest while I bury my face against her neck, my whole body tightening while wave after wave crashes through me as I spill into the condom. Kinsey holds onto me through all of it, fingers tracing through my hair while I try to breathe.

We stay there tangled together in the middle of the bed, breathing hard while my heartbeat slowly starts to come down.

When I push up, Kinsey brushes her nose lightly against mine and smiles sleepily.

“So, Rookie,” she says with a grin. “Was reality better than fantasy?”

“Kitten,” I say, voice low, brushing my fingers along her cheek. “Nothing could have ever prepared me for you.”

Chapter fifty-one

Kinsey

He stays draped over me, breathing hard, while I stare up at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts back together from their scattered state.

Holy shit, that was incredible.