Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 58

Eliza

I don't want to open my eyes, but the sunlight streaming in through the hotel windows that we forgot to shut last night, force me to wake up.

That was the best fucking sleep of my life.

A pair of strong arms are wrapped around my waist, and I'm literally laying all my body weight on Jonas. His soft breaths fan across the top of my head which lays on his chest, and our legs our all tangled up under the covers.

The steady rise and fall of his breathing calms me, and suddenly everything from last night rushes through my head.

Jonas' hands all over my body, his lips leaving marks on my skin, our bodies colliding together in one blissful fall.

The passion, the feel of him pressed up against me, his eyes, his hands, his back. Everything.

I can feel my body heat up just at the thought, and I squirm slightly, tightening my legs around his hips.

I shuffle up a bit, my t-shirt riding up against the skin of his abdomen as I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, locking it away so I can take it out later on.

A low groan sounds from beneath me, and Jonas' hands tighten their hold on my waist, slowly slipping down to grip my hips. I can feel the sound throughout my whole body, and I lift up my head, peeking at Jonas. His mouth is slightly parted, and his head is thrown back against the pillows, the veins on his neck protruding slightly.

He gulps, and I watch the movement of his adams apple as it bops up and down.

It makes my thighs clench around him.

"Baby stop moving." As soon as he speaks, I feel something hard against my inner thigh, and I completely still.

I had no idea I was rubbing against his di-

Yes you did.

Oh, shut up.

His hands push up my night shirt slightly, and then move back down to rest on my hips, his thumbs drawing lazy circles and patterns against my skin. His touch illuminates a path of electricity, and my blood buzzes through my veins.

His hands are splayed over the material of my panties, and he pulls the material down a tiny bit so every crevice and rough slant of his hands are on my bare skin, marking me with the heat that follows as he massages my hips slowly.

I pull myself up a bit more and leisurely roll against him, his hard on rubbing my inner thigh, closer to my throbbing core.

I'm still a tiny bit sore, but the pleasure consuming me is blocking it all out.

I move my head up start to kiss his neck, licking the hickeys I left on his skin last night.

He groans again, and presses me further onto him, making me let out a small breathless sigh.

I continue to grind on him, and my hands play with the hair at the base of his neck, pulling slightly, eliciting a moan. "Fuck."

I soak in the sound, letting it ring through my ears as he pushes into me and grinds me down harder.

Just to be a tease, I stop my movements, and stay as still as I can.

What he does next, though, makes me feel like someone is lighting a fire in my body.

He pushes his hands deeper into my panties so he's gripping me ass, and in one swift move, he tugs me forward, causing his dick to hit my clit so roughly I nearly scream at how good it feels.

He continues to push me up, and I start to move on my own again.

"Fuck, you're really going to make me come in my pants aren't you?" His voice sounds just as breathless as I feel, and I moan at how raspy and deep his morning voice is.

It makes me even wetter.

A newfound confidence sparks within me, and I move my head up slightly so my lips are right against his ear.

"I want you to come inside me." It's like not even a second after I say those words, he's pulling me up slightly so his back is leaning against the headboard, and I'm straddling his lap, my t-shirt pulled over my head, and I'm completely exposed to him again except for my underwear.

I tug on the waistband of his sweatpants, knocking his hard on with my fingers as I do so.

Then I realise he isn't wearing any boxers.

He lifts his hips up slightly, and then I'm pulling them down and throwing them across the room, lust and love and passion and heat driving me.

I glance down and take in his hard length, the veins from his V-Line running down and lightly spreading over his cock.

His tip already has some precum on it, and I roll my thumb over it, spreading it out over his dick.

He lets out a mixture of a frustrated groan and moan, and grips me impossible tighter against him, reaching into the bedside drawer with one hand, pulling out an identical gold square to last night's.

He rips it open, and again, I take over, sliding it down his head at a torturously slow pace.

He kisses my neck, my jaw, my collarbones, licks the valley between my breasts, and latches onto my right nipple, sucking hard, that I stop my movements on his dick.

The condom is on, and then without warning he's lifting me up, and slamming me down, all the way, onto his hard cock.

I let out a small whimper of pain, the stinging inside me intensifying, but gradually slowing down.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, baby. Fuck-" He pulls me flush against his chest and kisses all over my face, my eyelids, the lone tear that escapes my eye, my throat, and finally my lips.

His mouth is slow on mine, barely there, but enough that the pain inside me fades away, and i'm left with my pussy clenching around him.

We moan in each others mouth, both swallowing the noises, and then his voice is in my ear again, making me shiver against him.

"You gotta move baby." He sounds like he's in pain, and so I start to roll my hips against his in a circle, like I'm writing my name on them. "Fuck that feels so good." I throw my head back at the friction, and steady my hands on his shoulders, arching my back slightly.

With all the energy I can muster up, I push myself up so I'm left feeling empty, and slowly, so slowly, I lower myself back down, at the last second, forcing our bodies together.

My breathing quickens, and my legs give out under me.

"Jonas, I can't. Can you help?" I lean my head against his shoulder and slide his hands down to my hips.

He starts picking me up and dropping me back down, and I try my hardest to meet his deep thrusts, moaning out in pleasure so loudly, the sound of our bodies molding together, flesh on flesh.

This position hits spots I never thought were possible, and he's moaning in my ear, nipping on my ear, pulling me impossibly closer, slamming me up and down and up and down onto him, the now familiar knot forming in my stomach.

His speed increases, and then we're both shaking, releasing together, and my body slumps back onto his chest as he rubs circles son my back in a soothing manner.

He moves to get out of bed, still inside me, and walks over to the bathroom with my legs still wrapped around him.

He places me on the counter next to the sink, and kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out of me.

I wince, and then he's kissing me, melting me, joining us together, and I couldn't ask for anything better.

so this chapter is pure smut, but I know ya'll love it.

the epilogue is two chapters away and I MIGHT CRY.