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  Another serve, another net ball. The crowd seemed to rise as one as Reynolds hit and then sagged when the net flicked and a let was called. He fluffed his second service and Travis was automatically given the point.

  “Love, forty.”

  A well of excitement began to grow in me. Travis was romping ahead and he hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.

  Reynolds served again, a full-throttle power shot that Travis missed.

  “Fifteen, forty.”

  Travis’ face remained set, as if finely chiseled out of granite. He wouldn’t look at me, not throughout the whole match. That was one of our rules. He caught no one’s eye, he was self-oriented, relied on only his abilities. It might sound brutal but it was how it had to be.

  Still I could look at him as much as I wanted to and what a delicious sight he was too. I squirmed in my chair, my bum cheeks a little tender. Yesterday evening we’d had fun, lots of fun in our hotel bedroom. Travis had certainly not been concerned about saving energy as he’d spanked me until I was so turned-on I was begging him to fuck me.

  And fuck me he had.

  I swallowed and hoped my tight nipples weren’t visible through my t-shirt. Let my gaze roam his long legs, coated in dark hair, his fine, thick thighs and the way his shorts lay against his groin, not giving anything away, but still giving the impression that there was plenty there.

  Nibbling my bottom lip, I watched another serve that produced a strong return by Travis. Reynolds went for it but missed, giving Travis the advantage.

  He nodded down at the ground, tapped his racquet against his thigh and I knew just what was going through his mind. He was unbeatable. He could do this. He would do this.

  “Connolly, do it for your country,” someone in the crowd yelled.

  He ignored them.

  The umpire asked for quiet.

  Again I wriggled. Damn, I was getting turned-on watching him. When he was winning, when he scored the perfect shot, there was just something so raw about him. I adored the set planes of his face, his hair, the control of his every move. He was all about the power shot, reaching that goal, finding satisfaction. The expression on his face right now was exactly the same as when he sunk his cock deep into my body after teasing us both for hours.

  I glanced at the clock, mortified at my own racy thoughts. But I just wanted the match to be over so we could get dirty, sweaty and naked, and I very much hoped it would be a victory fuck.

  They were the best, he always decided to teach me something new and deliciously dark when he’d just won a match.

  Chapter Twenty

  The entire time Marie and I were in the elevator we had to behave ourselves. It was full of people but despite that, the glances we shot each other were packed full of so much heat I’m surprised the walls didn’t start to melt. I was glad I had my tennis bag with me, which I could hold in front of my rapidly swelling cock. Marie noticed my movement and smirked.

  Everyone from the academy had headed back to the hotel following my win against Reynolds, and they all wanted to drag me straight into the bar to start celebrating. I feigned the excuse that I needed to get back upstairs, get changed and call my parents. It was the truth of course, but I could do that later. Right now I just wanted to get Marie into our room, strip her clothes off and fuck her brains out. Nobody questioned why she needed to come to my room with me. I’m sure they all knew what we were up to, but I didn’t really care.

  By the time the elevator disgorged us onto our floor, I was buzzing with excitement. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins. I walked swiftly down the corridor, Marie close behind, then waited as she put the keycard into the slot on the door. After a few seconds—which felt like forever—the light flashed green and we barged into the room.

  Flipping the lock behind us, I dropped my bag, pulled Marie’s from her shoulder and tossed it on top of mine. Then I leaned down and captured her lips, pushing my tongue between them and delving into her warm, sweet mouth. I slipped my arms around her and cupped her delectable—and probably still tender—buttocks, pulling her tightly to me. I didn’t know if the gasp she emitted into my mouth was because I’d yanked her so hard or because her arse was indeed sore. Either way I was happy so I continued to kiss her with a fierce desperation.

  Eventually though, we had to come up for air. Her dark eyes flashed, the pupils wide. That, her pink cheeks and her expression told me that she was just as turned-on as I was.

  “You gonna fuck me then, Mr. Tennis Supremo?”

  “All right, you impatient little wench.” I grinned to show I was joking. “Have it your way.” With that, I picked her slight figure up and strode across the room before dumping her in the middle of the queen-sized bed.

  “Get naked, sweetheart.”

  I practically tore off my own clothes as Marie did as I asked. I was so wound up that I had to come, and soon.

  “Now get here.” I stood at the end of the bed, my legs pressing against it, my cock pointing insistently toward Marie.

  She moved quickly in front of me, then looked down at my erection, her eyes widening. She knew what I had in mind.

  “Suck me off, Marie. Now.” It wasn’t the first time I’d uttered those words to her, and it wouldn’t be the last, a fact I couldn’t possibly be any happier about. I loved this woman and best of all, she loved me back. And as her skilled mouth closed around the head of my dick, I told her just how I felt.

  “I love you, Marie.”

  She pulled off me, her lips already glistening with saliva, and replied, “I love you too, Travis.”

  “Now hurry up and make me come before my balls explode—in the bad way. Then I’ll return the favor. Many times.”

  “What about everyone downstairs? They’re expecting us to go and celebrate with them.”

  I waved a hand dismissively. “They’ll wait. Right now I’m celebrating getting to the finals the best way I know how.” I grinned and pointed at my hard-on.

  With that, Marie sunk back onto me and I fisted my hands in her hair as her hot mouth and deft tongue rapidly shunted my arousal higher. Before long, I was experiencing the blissful sensations that told me my orgasm was imminent, but I didn’t care. Marie got me so hot that I knew that even if I came I’d get hard again soon afterward. And besides, while my cock was recovering I could bury my head between her perfect thighs and lick her delicious pussy.

  My grip tightened on her hair. “Babe, I’m gonna…”

  She didn’t respond, just kept bobbing her head up and down on me. What she did do though, was slip her hand between my legs and push just the very tip of her finger into my arse.

  With a roar, I came long and hard, my balls emptying into Marie’s mouth. She continued to lick and suck at me until I finished coming, and kept going until my shaft was completely clean once more. Pulling out of me and away, she grinned. “Better?”

  “God, yes,” I replied, noting that I’d only softened slightly. Perhaps I didn’t need as much of a rest as I thought. The woman had turned me into a machine. “That was fantastic. Now get your sweet body up there and lie back with your head on the pillows. You might want to get one ready to put between your teeth too, so we don’t scare the neighbors.” I winked.

  “I think you already did. You yelled pretty loud yourself.”

  “Did I? Well, it’s your fault so I’ll just blame it on you if they come banging on the door. They’ll take one look at you and get it. No man could keep quiet with a woman like you in his bed. Now do as you’re told.” I raised my eyebrows to let her know I meant it.

  She shifted back up the bed and got into position. I climbed onto the mattress and crawled up toward her slowly, as if I were some kind of large cat stalking its prey. I suppose she was my prey, really. Willing prey.

  When I got close enough, I placed my hands on the insides of her ankles and pushed her legs apart before lying between them, my head at the juncture of her thighs. I stroked her skin everywhere I could reach, with my weight on my elbows, t
ickling and lightly scratching before leaning down to nip the sensitive area just next to her pussy. She yelped, more with shock than pain, and I did it again.

  “Oh dear,” I said wryly, “I’ve marked you. Now everyone will know.”

  “K-know what?”

  I looked up at her, lifting my head higher so I could see her face. “That you’re mine, of course.”

  “O— Oooh!” The sound became drawn out as I lowered my head again, this time to her mound. I rubbed my nose in her cropped pubic hair, reveling in her scent—a delectable combination of her natural womanly smell and that of her arousal, which I could tell was mounting rapidly. I wanted her cum on my face and I wanted it fast. Happily, much of the time we’d spent together since we’d become a couple had been spent having sex, and we now knew each other’s bodies as well as we did our own—possibly better. As a result, I’d learned how to make Marie come fast and hard, and I intended to use that knowledge to both our advantages.

  Slipping my hands beneath her buttocks, I lifted her to my mouth. A quick exploration with my tongue told me that she was already wet, a fact that pleased me no end. I encouraged her to part her legs wider, exposing her fully to me. Then I set about licking every single drop of her sweet nectar from her skin, only for her to produce more as I teased and tantalized her body. I lapped it up eagerly with deft movements of my tongue and grinned against her as her wails grew louder and her wriggles more frequent. I landed a smack on her bottom—only light, given I hadn’t much room to get up a decent swing, and barked, “Keep still, woman! I’m trying to make you come here.”

  The only response was a gasp and a moan, probably caused by both the slap to her tender bum cheek and my words. She had said it got her going when I was bossy, after all. Just as well, really, given our sexual proclivities. She wouldn’t be a very good submissive if she didn’t like being bossed around.

  Fortunately that wasn’t the case and juices continued to run from her as I licked, sucked and gently nibbled at her cunt. My lips and chin became covered with her sweetness and I couldn’t have been happier. A series of both cute and sexy sounds issued from Marie’s throat as I pushed my fingers into her higher and higher. I wanted to make her scream her pleasure, then have her hot sheath wrapped around my cock. Soon.

  Pulling her more tightly to my face, I clamped my lips around her swollen clit and sucked, gently at first, then harder as she became used to the sensation. She clawed at the duvet and arched her back, grinding ever harder onto me. The noises she made grew louder and more abandoned, and eventually she became silent and her entire body—except for between her legs—seemed as though it had been turned to stone. I continued my ministrations on her bud and on her G-spot, knowing that any second now she would crack.

  And crack she did. Suddenly her body jolted once, twice, and a wail that would have frightened a banshee came from deep inside her. Cum gushed out of her and I quickly moved my mouth so I could catch as much of it as I could as it was forced from her molten, spasming core.

  The sounds were muffled as her thighs clamped my head, covering my ears. I felt a rush of happiness and arousal run through me. I’d definitely done good then, if she’d been brave enough to do that. She was probably so lost in blissful oblivion that she didn’t really know she’d done it.

  I’d make her pay for squeezing my head so tight at some point, but right now I had other things to be getting on with. Disentangling myself from her still-quivering body, I grabbed a condom from the bedside cabinet and quickly but carefully rolled it down my rock-hard cock, which had a slick of pre-cum beaded at its tip. I was so ready to be inside my beautiful girlfriend that I ached.

  Shifting back between her legs, I knelt, bottom resting on my feet, and hooked my arms beneath Marie’s knees, pulling her legs up over my shoulders. We’d tried many different positions together, but this was one of my favorites. It meant she couldn’t move too much as she had no leverage from her legs, and I had a brilliant view of her luscious breasts and the spread of her pussy. I could also lean down any time I wanted and kiss her. I did just that as I moved to position my cock at her entrance.

  Our moans were swallowed into each other’s mouths as I slid inside her. Her saturated channel admitted me with little resistance, but was still so tight around my shaft that I throbbed inside her, shunting hard and causing us both to cry out.

  “Fuck,” Marie said, her eyes wide, face pink, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Fuck, Travis. That’s so good. Please, I want you. Sir, please fuck me. As hard as you can. Please, Sir.”

  I growled. She knew exactly what she was doing when she called me Sir. She was well aware that it drove me crazy—in a very, very good way—and that she’d more often than not get what she wanted if she said it. I began to wonder just who was dominating whom, but decided I really didn’t care either way. As long as I had Marie in my life and my bed, I would be happy.

  Straightening, I reached down and grabbed her delectable arse again, digging my fingers in a little harder than necessary in an attempt to show her who was in charge, but despite that I still did as she asked, begged. Because I wanted it too, wanted to fuck her as hard as I possibly could. It was a bloody good job I was at peak fitness and could give her, give both of us, what we needed.

  Holding on to her tightly, I began to rock my hips, slowly at first until I got the perfect angle, then when I achieved that, faster and harder. And deeper. I forced myself to keep my eyes open so I could see just what I was doing to Marie, how much she was enjoying it. She’d squeezed her eyes closed—for once I didn’t make her open them—her fingers were twisted so hard into the duvet that her knuckles were white, and her gorgeous tits bounced constantly with my movement. Her cunt was a hot, tight glove around me and, given the speed at which I was pounding into her, I knew my usual staying power would be robbed from me, even though I’d come not minutes ago. But it didn’t matter. We’d both come and we had all night, the rest of our lives, to fuck. There was a good chance we’d do it again in the shower too.

  “God, Marie, you’re fucking perfect.” I didn’t realize I’d said the words out loud until her eyes opened and she grinned at me, the warmest, most love-filled smile I’d ever seen, and it sent a ripple of heat and emotion through my body.

  “You’re pretty damn perfect yourself, Travis Connolly. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Marie.” I paused. “Are you close?”

  “Close-ish,” she replied.

  “Touch yourself. Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.”

  She shifted her hand and shook it a little, probably because her death grip on the bedsheets had given her a cramp. Then she looked me in the eyes, her beautiful face lighting up, and touched herself. I watched as she dipped farther down to where our bodies were joined and gathered up some of her copious juices, then smeared them over her swollen clit.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head with the first touch, then she huffed out a breath and returned her gaze to mine. Although I was now looking into her eyes rather than down at her body, in my peripheral vision I could see the movement of her arm and hand as she stroked herself in time to my thrusts. I’d inadvertently slowed down as we’d talked and now I picked up speed again, and was gratified to see that Marie did too.

  “It won’t be long, baby,” I said, my words quavering as my body pistoned in and out of hers.

  “Unh… That’s okay. I’m nearly there too.”

  “Come together?”

  She nodded and we fell quiet again. Well, quiet except for the gasps and moans, random expletives spilling from our lips as we rocked together toward our mutual climaxes.

  I drew in a hasty breath through my nostrils and held on to it, concentrating hard on holding back my orgasm for just a few seconds longer. Then it all went out the window when Marie howled her second climax and her pussy clamped down around my cock, yanking my release out of me so hard and fast it left me breathless and shaking. I managed to murmur Marie’s name a few times in rapid succession a
s she said mine repeatedly.

  Lowering her legs from my shoulders, I rolled off her before I slumped down and squashed her tiny frame. I reached out and pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. We were halfway down the bed, my feet hanging off the end, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d just had mind-blowing sex with the woman I loved and was now holding her as though I didn’t ever want to let her go. Which was no coincidence.

  The thought popped into my head that I really did want to spend the rest of my life with her, but admittedly it scared me a little so I pushed it away for now, concentrating instead on the present. I stroked strands of hair away from Marie’s damp forehead and pressed a kiss to it.

  She snuggled farther into me and threw her arm over my torso, absentmindedly trailing her fingers up and down my side.

  I shuddered.

  “Hey,” she said sleepily, “you’re not ticklish, are you?”

  “A little bit,” I admitted. “What about you? God, I can’t believe that after all the time we’ve spent naked together that we don’t know this about each other.”

  “Travis,” she said wryly, “we’ve been too busy fucking, remember? I told you back on the boat that we’d never be able to take things slow, didn’t I?”

  “You did, gorgeous. And you were absolutely right.” I kissed her again, between her eyebrows this time, intending to work my way down to her mouth. “But I’ve got absolutely no regrets. Have you?”

  “God, no,” she replied, moving away slightly so she could look at my face. “Ever since we, you know, started playing, I’ve felt like a different person. A better one, a happier one. And as for when we started officially going out together, well… Let’s just say I’m glad we took that chance. We’re doing all right, aren’t we?”

  “What do you mean? I think we’re all right. More than all right, actually.”

  “It was more of a statement than a question. I just meant that we’re doing good all ’round, really. Working together is fine—better than it was, in fact. And as for out of work… Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had so many orgasms in my life as I’ve had with you.”