This likely goes without saying but mature content ahead 😂 😈
"Oh, shit...I hurt you," she hears herself groan, her hips cantering frantically underneath him. "Are you ---"
"No, no...I'm okay. I'm good, feels good," he gasped out.
It'd been almost a week since they'd seen each other and they barely made it home after the game, keeping it together only because they had driven the guys back to the old house.
When they made it through the door, all bets were off.
She was careful, noticing the cuts on his hand right away when he came up to the suite to get her. He told her he was fine, "had a run-in with a cleat... don't even remember when, to be honest. My hands were already fucked from the cold. Couldn't feel it."
Trav tended to downplay his injuries anyway and as they headed out, she observed how his body had stiffened up because of both the subzero temperatures and the rigor he'd put it through.
But nothing would deter him from showing her just how much he'd missed her, especially after the crazy week she'd had.
At the end of the day, who was she to say he had to be cautious? The man obviously knew exactly what he needed.
"You can go harder, baby," he urges now. Above her, he's loose as he crashes into her over and over. His fingers on one hand splay across her collarbones, the other on a hip, pulling her into him.
He hisses as the tips of her nails dig into his skin, but she's well aware it isn't in pain.
When she'd shown him a picture of her dress from The Globes, he had immediately noticed her manicured hands.
"Yeah, I know. I don't usually have them done like that. I was kind of admiring Britt's one day and I decided why the hell not, right? They're obviously only temporary. Can't play guitar with them, so..."
"I like them," his tone had dipped low, into the kind of zone that always made her have to stop, wherever she was, and brace against a wall...press her thighs together, hard.
"Want me to keep em' for awhile?"
She deliberately made the question match his statement and she swore, she saw him close his eyes for a brief second before he settled back into himself.
"Only if you want."
"I like them, too, actually. They make me feel... different. Sexier."
Travis had shaken his head. "You're already sexy as hell, Tay. These are just a little added bonus."
So, she'd kept them as is and when things started to progress rapidly to the point of no return where she was naked and breathless underneath him, her breasts pressed to his chest, his hands roaming all over the length of her body, she found herself drawing red trails across his upper back, down his shoulders and over both blades until she recoiled, seeing the damage she had inadvertently caused.
"More, baby," he requests throatily, but it comes out as a plea, spurring her to take control of the pressure.
They'd talked about it before; how in the past when she had tried to display dominance in bed, the people she was with were intimidated just as they were in every other aspect of their relationship, as though her being granted even a semblance of power would somehow diminish them. She wasn't shy about letting it be known what turned her on or what felt good, but she caught herself apologizing at the beginning for starting to take the lead; backed off and let Travis take the initiative. It'd led to a discussion which she felt slightly weird about at first. It was really the first time she had thought about it.
