GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#FIFTY FIVE.

I wake up to Nick still spooning me from behind. His fingertips were gently stroking up and down the back of my thigh and ass.

I softly smile.

Nick was an ass man and luckily, I had a nice plump, round one for him. I can feel him wrestling his erection from his boxers briefs.

"I'm going to make love to you, okay?" He says.

"Please, do." I whisper.

I moan as he pushes in. He moves his hips slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of him, but in a way that was much more tender than he normally would. He reaches down to my thigh, and spreads my legs a bit wider, so that he could massage the part of me that was utterly, sensitive at this point. I gasp loudly, as he rubs soft, but intense circles over my clitoris.

Feeling him touch me in this way, make love to me in this way, made me feel full. Not exactly in a sexual type of sense, either. It was more like having our souls connected in these essence of moments that made me feel like I was truly not empty and alone anymore. He made me realize what it felt like to make love, while in love and there was nothing else that could compare to that.

Nothing.

I had never met a man that truly, made the effort to please me just as much he wanted to be pleased himself. In fact, I think it turned him on more to give me all of the pleasure.

After a good thirty minutes we both share a passionate orgasm.

Later that day.

Nick gets a call from George.

"Tonight?" He asks into the phone. "I don't know if that's such a good idea man. You know we go back to training on Monday, right?"

I watch him as he chuckles softly. "Yeah, if a day is enough for everyone to recover from one of your parties."

His eyes softly shift in my direction and he over-looks my body. "She never told me Claire invited her." He says.

He grabs a couch pillow and tosses it into the air and catches it as he leans back into the couch.

"Alright, yeah. I'll let you know." He replies and says goodbye.

"What was that about?" I ask.

"Did Claire invite you to their party?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He seemed a bit overwhelmed.

"We weren't on really good terms back then and I honestly, kinda forgot about it." I answer.

"Hmm. Well, I don't know if we should go. Their parties are pretty crazy." He says.

"Crazy how?" I question.

"They just do weird shit. Like, they play weird games."

"What type of games?" I try to dig deeper for answers.

"Like, truth or dare." He replies.