GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN.

Nick turns on the shower and we both quietly linger outside the glass doors for a moment as the water takes its time to become hot.

My eyes stay glued to him as he pinches the fabric of his cotton shirt and pulls it off over his head.

I lick my lips. It felt like it had been a really long time since I've seen him completely naked. I could feel my body beginning to ache, like it wasn't a want anymore, it was a need. I hardly knew that this sort of intense feeling for a man ever truly existed, but it did.. it really did.

He keeps his line of sight locked on me as he goes to pull off his shorts. My breathing intensified as his heavy cock bounces free from its confident.

He was engorged and already, ready.

We weren't saying anything to each other, I don't think we needed to. Our eyes were saying everything that our lips were not.

He comes closer to me and I inhale deeply as he continues to stare me right in the eyes. My body vibrates with pleasant tremors as he reaches his hand up to cradle the side of my face. I took a few deep breaths and try to calm my heartbeat as it was pounding out of control in my chest.

His hungry mouth closes over mine and I invite his silky tongue to softly caress mine as we share a long, slow, passionate kiss.

I felt like I could hardly, breath at this point. Was he finally, going to fuck me?

"You gonna take this off?" He asks, deeply beneath my lips and tugs on the end of the shirt I was wearing.

"Mmhm." I lightly, moan as his finger tips graze the inner parts of my thigh.

He helps me to remove the large shirt over my head and then he stands back to admire my naked body.

His eyes indulged at the sight of me as he carefully soaks in every inch of my body starting at my breast and working his way down.

I watch him as he swallows deeply. I sweetly, smile at him, wishing he could see the look on his face.

He exhales and his voice was shaky when he finally spoke. "My god, you are too fucking beautiful."

I giggle, but he stops me as his mouth closes over mine again. This time though, he lifts me up around his waist and pins my back against the bathroom wall. His hard erection rubs against my swollen clitoris and I softly moan, enjoying it.

My head nearly felt like it was going to explode by the thought of it entering me.

I wanted him, so fucking bad.

"Do it, please." I whimper and beg. "Put it in me."

My lips vibrate from his laughter as our mouths were still connected. "So horny." He pokes.

"I am." I bluntly, reply.

"You know I tried everything to forget about you?" He suddenly, says.

"What?" I breath as he still has me pinned against the wall.

"I couldn't, though. I fucked. I fucked a lot. I watched porn, I went to strip clubs, I even tried to fall in love with Kayla, but nothing worked. I couldn't watch porn anymore, I couldn't hook up with random girls anymore and I definitely, couldn't fall in love with Kayla. The only satisfaction that I could ever get was to lay alone in bed with all the lights off and masturbate to the thought of you.. That was the only thing that gave me any sort of release."