Sweet Spot by Rae Lynn Blaise Page B

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    In the depths of her dark eyes, I find my purpose. I find my reason for living. I find every answer to every question I’ve ever asked or wondered, waiting in her. I know we can’t continue seeing each other. I can tell she knows it too, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. But, in that moment, I didn’t care.
    I want to attend the Church of Ally. I want to worship her body and her soul, praise her body and her mind. I want to drown in her just one more time, before the world tears us apart because our DNA lead us to become Romeo and Juliet, only instead of waiting for poison to take us, the real world pulls us in two.
    It’s better this way, I tell myself. We have sweet moments to treasure forever and lives to live independently. She’s young, she’ll find someone perfect for her later.
    I grab her by the waist and kiss her tenderly, parting her lips with my tongue and savoring the taste of her. I pray to her mouth while my hands unfasten her buttons and drop the clothes from her tight body. She steps out of her cotton dress and presses her lace-wrapped breasts to my chest, moaning against me.
    My cock is already ramrod hard, has been from the moment she appeared in my doorway like an angel. Ally rocks against me and I have to press our foreheads together to breathe, to relish this feeling, to imprint it into my memory for eternity.
    Ally pulls away and runs a finger down my shirt. I pull it over my head while she tugs on my jeans. Her movements become desperate, frantic, but I grab her hands and still her. Tonight is for lovemaking. Tonight is for goodbyes.
    I kick off my jeans and boxers and fold her into my arms to lay her out on the bed. Starting at her forehead, I kiss my way down her body, taking extra time to lavish kisses across her pebbled nipples. She presses herself further into my mouth, but I have other destinations in mind.
    My tongue travels down her stomach, over her navel, and down her legs. I go down her right leg and come up her left, pausing momentarily to give her center a long, slow lick. Her whole body shivers and sighs.
    Church of Ally is now in session.
    Amen.
    Her pussy reminds me of a ripe peach, juicy and sweet. I lick her up and down like it’s my life source. She wraps her legs around my head and I pleasure her thoroughly. Tonight, I want this girl to rock to as many orgasms as there are stars in the sky.
    I couldn’t fulfill the promise of a home run on the field but I can fulfill it here, in my room, on these hotel sheets.
    She rocks to a gentle orgasm across my lips and I still my tongue as she comes down. I climb my way back up to her and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a tender kiss. We make out, our lips saying everything our hearts want to say.
    Ally rolls us over so she’s on top of me and runs her hands down my chest. Her hands move lower, lower, lower until she’s got my cock like a joystick. This beautiful girl works me like she’s at batting practice. I like that idea. It would be incredibly hot to watch her on the field.
    But not as hot as watching her with my dick. Her hands feel amazing.
    She walks herself down the bed and pulls her hair to the side. Already, my cock is throbbing in wait at the idea of her mouth around my shaft. Ally moves slowly, working me with her tongue, dragging her teeth along the tender skin. I thrust gently into her mouth and hit the back of her throat, and she greedily takes all of me.
    I’m reciting last season’s stats in my head to keep my shit together.
    She strokes my base while she sucks on my head, like magic. Ally abruptly stops and dives over the bed for her purse. I sit up on my elbows to watch her and she resurfaces with a condom. The little minx is prepared.
    She slides it over my cock a bit clumsily and it’s beautiful. This sweet girl is not experienced and it simultaneously kills me and makes me love her all the more.
    “You sure you want this?” I ask cautiously. Oral is one thing, but this