I stretched lazily and continued my journey through TV Land wondering where my lover was at that moment. Her Saturday morning football game should have ended by now.
My question was answered seconds later when she stormed through the door.
She looked so sexy in her cutoff sweat pants, a midriff Washington Redskins jersey, white slouch socks stained by grass and dirt and her black and white Nike cleats.
There was something slightly different about her but I couldn't tell exactly what it was at the moment.
Without a word of greeting she walked to the back and I heard the door to the bathroom close. Minutes later I heard the shower running.
I sat, looking perplexed, trying to think of reasons that would cause this unexpected change in her behavior.
I didn't have long to think about it because minutes later the shower stopped running and she came back down the hall, still naked.
She walked over to the couch where I sat and stared down at me.
I stared back trying to read the look in her stormy sky blue eyes.
Without a word and with lightning quick speed, she was on top of me. Her tall, lean, body covering mine.
Her hands were everywhere roughly rubbing and grabbing.
I gasped as she took my right breast roughly in her large hand and began to squeeze and my nipples hardened in response to her touch, despite the lack of gentleness usually accompanied by her caresses.
She took the fabric of my white wife beater into her hands and tore it down the middle. My back arched when the sound of the ripping fabric reached my ears.
Roughly separating my legs with a well-placed knee she began to grind against me.
My breathing quickened and I tried to wrap my arms around her but was quickly stopped by her hands closing almost painfully around my upper arms. I looked at her and the expression in her eyes told me she would tolerate nothing but my swift and complete surrender.
Once my eyes communicated my submission, she allowed my embrace.
She reached down, between our bodies, and gripped the sides of my knee length soccer shorts, planning to rip those from my body as well, but before she had a chance I slid them down over my hips and somehow kicked them off without her having to lift herself from my body.
I didn't care about the wife beater but they were my favorite lounging shorts.
Skin met skin and she groaned softly next to my ear. Reaching under me, she gripped my butt and pulled me to her. I was already wet and somehow, without even checking, she already knew it. We began to move against each other. No words were spoken. No loving caresses. No whispered endearments.
For us there was just this moment of raw sex.
Two bodies moving against each other in the most ancient of dances. There was only one goal to be reached for both of us.
Despite the fact that we hadn't engaged in any foreplay, things quickly escalated and her movements became increasingly urgent as she drove her hips against me.
I wrapped my arms tighter around her and pulled her closer, my nails digging into the soft flesh of her back.
The room was filled with the sound of soft grunts and the scent of two overheated bodies teetering on the edge of release.
I buried my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck as she continued to thrust against me.
She adjusted herself on top of me and I wrapped my legs around her, crossing my ankles behind her thighs. This was our favorite position. One that allowed maximum contact and stimulation for us both.
Tightening the hold my legs had on her, I encouraged her to seek her release as she drove me to the brink of insanity.
She needed this. I could tell by the way her body felt as she moved against me. She was a six-foot ball of need and frustrated sexual tension and her only means of release was me.
I'd never felt so privileged.
Her movements became desperate as she surged against me. Her skin felt as if she was on fire and I knew, in a way, she was. She had never been this out of control before.
The couch sagged beneath us as she humped against me.
I felt the beginnings of my orgasm wash through me and I fought against it, wanting to ensure her satisfaction before my climax overtook me.
Sharp teeth found purchase in the skin of my neck and I cried out, feeling her body shudder on top of me when the sound of my cry split the air.
She was almost there.
The trembling was always the first telltale sign of her impending orgasm.
My arms slid around her neck and my thighs tightened around her, pulling her further into me as I rolled my hips trying to provide her the stimulation she needed to complete her journey to the land of blissful surrender.
She shuddered violently and I felt it gather within her. It was like a storm front moving swiftly over the open sea, violent and powerful.
Strong fingers tightened their grip on my ass and she pulled me roughly against her once more, growling as my clit slid against hers in a heated exchange of slick wetness.
She arched into me and a scream of pleasure, that seemed to me as if it bordered on pain, was ripped from her as every muscle in her body tensed and she helplessly succumbed to the demands of her body.
Her eyes closed and her hips jerked against me as she rode out the tumultuous waves of her climax. She was so caught up in the moment she couldn't even draw breath into her lungs.
Seconds later, she drew in a ragged breath and screamed again as she went over a second time. I realized at that moment just how acute her arousal must have been when she entered our home.
Multiples were not the norm for her.
As I witnessed her spiral into mindless orgasmic oblivion, my own orgasm engulfed me and I was thrown into a maelstrom of pure erotic sensation. It felt as if my body had been ignited and I was burning from the inside out.
I tried to stay focused and ensure her need was sated but the white-hot pleasure running rampant through me was too much to handle. I too felt another wave rising and my body arched against her again. My eyes rolled back into my head and I was mercifully enfolded in a blanket of darkness.
Moments later, when I regained consciousness, I felt my lover, my life, still panting on top of me.
My limbs felt like rubber and I was sure that she hadn't fared much better. The fact that she hadn't moved yet was a testament to my assumption.
Despite my many reassurances, she was always concerned about her larger body being too heavy for me to support and would usually move off of me to lie at my side as I snuggled against her.
She was the best snuggler I'd ever known.
Her breathing finally slowed and she rose up onto her elbows as she looked down at me, a lopsided grin on her face.
"Feeling better?" I asked.
"Much." she drawled, as she kissed my lips, then my neck.
I couldn't believe she was starting to move against me again. Slower this time with a sensuality that sent a shiver up my spine.
"May I ask what brought that on?" I inquired.
I was genuinely curious. It was rare for her to display such intense arousal. She was always so in control, something that I didn't really like but had accepted as being a part of her.
She gave me a sheepish grin and blushed. She was so adorable when she got nervous and blushed. The fact that I was the only person who would ever see it made it even more special.
"We won." she said with a little shrug.
I looked at her blankly for a moment, before it dawned on me. The football game.
"All that came about because you won a football game?" I asked incredulously.
She nodded and bent down to take my earlobe between her teeth, biting gently.
Her soft groan and the increase in pressure her hips provided made me lose my train of thought for a second.
"Well, if that's how you get after winning a game, next Saturday I'll come to the game and cheer you on." I said with a giggle as she tickled a sensitive spot on my neck.
"I'll even wear a cheerleading outfit ...without panties." I whispered, as I moved my hips slowly, deliberately against her mound.
Her answering growl left no room for doubt that this would be a winning season, for the both of us.