Football Smut Collection

His Hands, Her Body

He was watching her dancing in the kitchen, humming along with the song playing from her phone. Her body was swaying with the rhythm, her feet tapping against the floor, she even stirred the cream in the pan following the rhythm; following the rhythm the same way as his hands loved following the rhythm her body dictated to him.

She was so responsive and he was more than happy to deliver for her, to take her to heights previously unknown for her, to places even he couldn't imagine to reach with anyone before... She was something else and he felt it in every bone in his body.

"What are you looking at?" She asked, giving him a cock little smile, waking his cock even more and now pressing against the fly off his jeans. She was sexy and she knew it, too. She knew she was driving him mad constantly, he had no doubt about it.

"My gorgeous, breathtaking, hot as hell girlfriend, obviously," he replied, standing from the couch. He started towards her, admired the way her body acknowledged his look, his presence and that he had plans. He loved seeing her nipples hardening under his gaze, her muscles tensing by just the look he gave her.

"What do you want?" She asked, switching the cooker off and leaning against the island behind her.

"Maybe, just maybe the question is what do you want?" He leant on the counter, his hands planted on either side of her.

Her eyes fell on his hands and he couldn't help but mirror her slightly smug smile from earlier. He knew she had a thing for his hands and he wasn't about to deny that he loved watching his fingers wrap around her slender neck, dig into her soft flesh, mark her so she'd remember his touch days upon days, even when he had to go away for matches.

His hand travelled up her front, brushing over her stomach barely covered by her crop top, and a gasp burst through her. The smile deepened on his face as he watched her chest heaving and her eyes fluttering close for a moment.

His knuckles brushed over her erecting nipples and a shudder ran over her spine, one pushing her up against his touch, luring a low growl out of him.

"Do you like it when I touch you like that?" He asked and she nodded, eyes closing once again for a moment. "Let me hear it, love," he growled, his hand moving up from her breasts to her neck his fingers wrapping lightly around her slim neck.

"Yes, yes, I love it when you touch me like that," she breathed, bowing to his touch, her head falling back, offering more for him, begging for him to bring her pleasure only he could give her.

"And I love hearing you say that out loud," he growled, his hands slipping to under her ass and lifting her to the kitchen island behind her.

"You're going to give me something I can remember while you're away?" She asked, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist as she slipped to him on the counter.

"You can count on it, babe," he whispered roughly against her lips before his mouth pressed to hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth. She lifted to him, a moan ripping through her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she deepened the kiss, whimpering when his hands traced over her ribcage right until he could take a hold of the collar of her top and ripped it open.

Another gasp burst through her and she bit his lower lip in response. He could feel her need turning urgent. He loved when she was this needy. He could tell all afternoon that she craved him. He'd made sure she was well on the edge by the time he's started touching her.

This might not have been edging in the regular sense but he knew that the little mind games that included small brushes, tiny touches could send her into a spiral of need and set her up for a mind blowing orgasm just as much as him spending an hour with just teasing her until she begged him to let her have release.

"Please, take me before you go," she whimpered and he sure didn't hesitate to grant her wishes.

He buried himself into her, his grip tightening on her hips, digging into her thighs as he lifted her legs higher around his waist. "Mark me," she whispered with a shaky voice, falling back on her forearms as he thrust into her roughly over and over again.

He pulled her ass off the counter, pounding into her harder and harder, one hand reaming on her hip, helping her to hold herself up while the other one wandered up her bare front and wrapped around her throat.

Her eyes closed, lips open with an 'o' as he slammed into her wet tunnel repeatedly. He was losing himself in the way she moved against him, following the rhythm he dictated and turning it into a rhythm told, demanded by her.

"I will... I will cum," she exclaimed with a trembling voice and his hold tightened on her.

"Yes, yes, baby, show me how much you love me touching you." Her eyes rolled back in her head when his hold on her neck tightened enough so her breath was caught in her throat for a moment and he knew just as much as she did that it was one of those times she'd have to put on her turtleneck to work to cover his doing.

"Fuck," she breathed before her muscles clamped down on him, making it impossible for him not to follow her over the edge.

"I will miss you so damn much," he panted, his forehead leant against her as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I will miss you, too." She took his hands into her own. "But others need these, too." She cackled lightly and he couldn't help but chuckle himself, being a goalie sure made those hands valuable for a lot of people, not just her.