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Instead of responding, she moaned louder. My heart pumped in sync with the wet, squelching sound of her fingers plunging in and out of her cunt. I recognized the subtle shift in her breathing, the way the noises she made pitched higher. She was going to orgasm soon.

“I can see you now,” I continued, relentless. “Lying in bed with your legs spread wide and your fingers buried inside that perfect little cunt. I still remember how good you felt around me. How tightly your pussy gripped my cock. It was so fucking greedy for my cum that it wouldn’t let go until it’d milked every drop from my dick.”

Carina whined again, a desperate, keening sound that reverberated through my whole body. “I’m going to come. Noah. Noah, I— fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

“Stop. Don’t come until I tell you to,” I warned right before her cries reached a fever pitch.

She let out a sob of frustration, but the sound of her ministrations slowed, then stopped altogether. I pictured her sprawled there, panting and involuntarily rolling her hips, chasing a high that was just out of reach.

My cock pulsated again, my entire body strung tight as a bow.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” she said weakly.

“I know, baby. We’re almost there.” I wanted us to come together, and the delayed gratification would make it that much sweeter. “Now be a good girl and touch your pussy again for me. Rub your juices over your clit and get it nice and messy for me.”

I continued to give her instructions to play with her nipples and clit until she broke. “Let me come,” she begged. “Please.”

“Not yet.”

“Noah.”

The pressure wound upward from the base of my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, fisting the sheets with one hand while the other worked my cock closer and closer to completion. My heavy pants mixed with the slick sound of my pre-cum-coated shaft sliding through my hand. My balls tightened, and…

“Now,” I gritted out.

Carina’s scream nearly drowned out my own broken, guttural groan. My cock jerked and spasmed, thick ropes of cum splattering onto my chest and stomach. Spurt after spurt drew out my pleasure until my orgasm finally subsided, and I slumped against the pillows, my limbs useless, my vision still a little staticky.

Carina’s happy but exhausted pants filled my ear. We lay there, listening to each other breathe in the comedown until I roused enough energy to grab a bunch of tissues and clean myself off.

“Did that count as cardio training?” she asked after our breathing returned to normal.

I issued a chuckle. “It was close enough. But I’m definitely not telling my team about it.”

“You better not, or you’ll find your balls separated from your body. And I don’t mean the athletic ones.”

My chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh. “That threat is especially concerning after what we just did.”

She made a noise of sleepy, amused contentment, and something in my chest tightened. God, I wished she were here. I yearned to feel her curled up beside me, her head resting on my shoulder while my fingers traced lazy patterns across her back. I wanted to fall asleep listening to her breathe and wake up with her tangled around me.

Phone calls and imagination were all well and good, but they weren’t a substitute for the real thing. Not when I craved the quiet moments as much as the fire that came before them.

“Speaking of teams, I can get you, Scarlett, and Brooklyn tickets to the remaining US matches,” I said, keeping my tone light. “I’m sure your schedule’s already full, but if you wanted to watch me play in person—or just hang out in the VIP box and have free food and drinks—you could. If you have the time. No pressure.”

My heart pounded as I waited for her answer.

I hadn’t made the offer sooner because I’d been torn over whether I should even ask her. We were in the nascent stage of our relationship, and I didn’t want her to feel obligated to see me. This was supposed to be a girls’ trip for her, and following both the US and England around the country would be a lot. Plus, I was sure they had other, non-football activities planned.

But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want her to attend. Having her there would mean a lot.

“I would love to,” Carina said softly. She sounded surprised but touched. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I cleared the roughness from my voice before I spoke again. “Tell me what you’ve been up to. What did I miss?”

We stayed up past midnight, catching each other up on our week and talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

Sometime between one story and the next, without me even realizing it, I fell asleep to her voice.

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