GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#ONE HUNDRED TWENTY THREE.

After inspecting the rest of the house we go back into the master bedroom.

I snuggle up next to Nick as he softly toys with my hair. We sit with our backs against the wall and a blanket pulled up around us. For a long moment we were quite. Sitting as still as the air around us. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier with each draw of his breath.

"Are you tired?" I ask in a hushed tone.

"Mmm." He shifts, pulling me closer to his side by my hip. "My mind is filled up with thoughts." He answered honestly.

"What kind of thoughts?"

He softly, laughs. "Dirty ones."

I couldn't deny the fact mine was also, filled up with those same thoughts. We both were horny ass hell and loved sex. I wasn't sure if I'd be ready for that sort of thing and I thought about it the whole plane ride. If I'd be ready.. if I'd be willing..

—And I definitely was. Whenever I was around him it stirred up a deep sense of arousal in my belly.

I turn my face up towards him and kiss his lips. Slowly parting mine so that his tongue could gently make its way inside.

His mouth tasted so good and it made me wildly want more. He clasps his hands around my face and begins to probe his tongue around in a frenzy of kisses. Like he had been starved of them for weeks. Well, he had been starved of them for weeks, and I couldn't blame him for his desperate hunger.

I make my way grasping my hand over the hard bulge in his pants.

He inhales sharply. "Lili.." He says my name roughly, between kisses.

"Yes?"

He stops. Prying those delicious lips away from mine to stare me in the eyes. "Are you sure?" He asks, still holding onto my face and directing me back to my senses.

I was so fucking sure. "Yes." I echo again. I wanted to feel something. Anything, other than the pain that I had been feeling for weeks. I wanted him to lift it from my body and replace it with his cock.

I wanted it. No, I needed it.

In a hurried motion I work his shorts down to free his pulsating, hard cock from it restrains. He was hard. Very, hard. I could make out each vein filled with blood rushing up to the engorged head of him. It turned me on even more knowing how much he was turned on in return.

Poor, man. I'm sure he had been so pent up sexually lately.

I remove my bottoms and then reach to remove the jersey, but he quickly stops me.

"No." He was nearly breathless. "Leave it on."

I inwardly sigh, of course he'd be turned on by his own jersey, but then again.. it was pretty hot.

Without hesitation, I climb up on top of him bare assed and straddle my thighs around his hips.

God, I wanted him so bad.

I place him at my heated slippery, entrance and I watch as his jaw clenches as I sit down and bottom out on the length of him.