(Tw smut)
After training, Leah and I headed home, both of us eager to unwind after the eventful day. As soon as we stepped through the door, a mischievous grin spread across my face. I couldn't help but think back to our interrupted moment earlier.
Leah noticed immediately and sighed, clearly anticipating my next move. "What is it now, Eva?"
I stepped closer, my grin widening. "We didn't finish our little session earlier. Don't think I forgot, princess."
I advanced on Leah, pressing her gently against the wall. Her breath hitched as I leaned in, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. My hands roamed over her body, deftly removing her shirt as our kiss deepened. The urgency between us grew, and I could feel Leah's resolve melting away.
Trailing my hand down her torso, I slipped it into her trousers, then into her pants. Leah gasped, her body arching towards mine as I reached her most sensitive spot. The sound sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but smirk against her lips.
"Eva," Leah breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.
"Shh," I whispered, my fingers working their magic. "Just let me take care of you."
Leah's eyes fluttered shut, her body responding eagerly to my touch. I could feel her melting against me, her gasps and moans filling the room. There was something incredibly satisfying about knowing I could make her feel this way, especially after the day we'd had.
I kissed down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. My free hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer. Leah's fingers tangled in my hair, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered my name.
"Eva, please," she pleaded, her voice breaking.
I couldn't resist teasing her a little longer, my movements slow and deliberate. "Tell me what you want, Leah," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear.
"I want you," she replied, her voice barely more than a whimper. "Please, Eva, don't stop."
With that, I intensified my efforts, my fingers moving with more purpose. Leah's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. I could feel her nearing the edge, and it only spurred me on.
"Eva," she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.
"I've got you," I whispered, my lips finding hers once more. "Let go, Leah."
And with a final, shuddering cry, she did. Her body convulsed against mine, waves of pleasure crashing over her. I held her through it all, my own satisfaction coming from the sheer ecstasy on her face.
As the intensity of the moment subsided, Leah slumped against me, her breathing heavy. I kissed her gently, savoring the afterglow.
"Better?" I asked, my voice soft and teasing.
Leah nodded, a contented smile spreading across her face. "Much better," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with affection.
Leah looked up at me with a determined glint in her eye. "My turn to please you," she said, her voice husky with promise.
A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine as she took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. My heart raced, the reality of the moment sinking in. Leah knew me better than anyone; she understood that I had never let anyone take control like this. I had always been the one to dominate, to give pleasure, but Leah was my exception.
She pushed me gently onto the bed, her eyes locked with mine, full of intent and affection. I watched, entranced, as she began to undress me, her fingers deftly working to remove my clothes. Each piece of fabric that fell away was accompanied by a tender kiss on my bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in its wake.
When I was finally exposed before her, Leah paused, her eyes drinking in the sight of me. I felt a rush of vulnerability, but also a profound sense of trust. Leah was the only one I would ever allow to see me like this, to touch me like this.
She crawled onto the bed, positioning herself between my legs. Her touch was gentle but deliberate, her hands caressing my thighs as she moved closer. I could feel the heat of her breath against my skin, and it made my heart pound even harder.
Leah looked up at me, her eyes filled with love and determination. "Just relax, Eva," she whispered.
I nodded, unable to find my voice. Leah's lips pressed soft kisses to my inner thighs, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel the tension building, the anticipation almost unbearable.
When her lips finally met my most sensitive spot, a gasp escaped me. Leah's touch was gentle at first, her tongue exploring with tender strokes. I bit my lip, trying to contain the sounds of pleasure that wanted to escape, but it was impossible. Leah's name fell from my lips like a prayer.
"Leah," I moaned, my hands finding their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands.
Leah responded with a hum of approval, the vibrations adding to the intensity of the sensations. She quickened her pace, her tongue working magic against me. The pleasure built and built, until it was almost too much to bear.
My body arched off the bed, a cry of ecstasy escaping me as Leah brought me over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. Leah didn't stop, her tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to prolong my release.
When I finally came down from the high, Leah crawled up beside me, her eyes filled with satisfaction and love. She kissed me gently, and I could taste myself on her lips, a reminder of the intimacy we had just shared.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. "That was... incredible."
Leah smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You deserve to feel good too, Eva. I love you."
"I love you too," I replied, pulling her into my arms. We lay there, tangled in each other, the connection between us stronger than ever.
As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, as long as we had each other, we would be okay. Leah was my anchor, my love, and my exception.
The next morning, we had a match against Chelsea, bringing with it a mix of excitement and apprehension. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nerves knowing that I would once again face my ex, Niamh Charles, on the field. Our history was complicated, to say the least, and the animosity between us was palpable.
Leah and I boarded the coach with Viv, Beth, and Katie, our teammates who never missed an opportunity to tease us about our relationship. Their playful banter was a constant reminder of the bond Leah and I shared, but it also brought a blush to Leah's cheeks as she buried her head in her hands, embarrassed by their teasing.
The truth was, nobody knew the full extent of my history with Niamh. We had always kept our relationship a secret, and for good reason. The painful memory of our breakup still lingered, a reminder of the betrayal and heartache that had once consumed us.
Niamh despised me with every fiber of her being, and I couldn't blame her. The reason for our breakup was etched into my memory, a moment of indiscretion that shattered our trust and destroyed any chance of reconciliation. She had walked in on me with another girl in our bed, a betrayal that cut deep and left scars that may never fully heal.
As the coach rumbled toward the stadium, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. Facing Niamh on the field would dredge up painful memories and reopen old wounds, but I was determined not to let it affect my performance. Today, I would focus on the game and leave the past where it belonged.
