King of Diamonds (All About the Diamond #2), стр. 32

“I love you, Rick. Can I stay right here, just like this?” I sound needy, like I want to be taken care of. And I do.

He kisses the top of my head. “Whatever I can do to help, my love. I always want to hold you.” I fall asleep on him, soothed and protected.

Early Tuesday morning I’m woken by a ringing phone and I don’t recognize the ring. I’m still on Rick and he stirs beneath me. He holds me to him and doesn’t seem to care that his phone’s ringing. “Let me get the phone for you.” I say groggily.

“The phone will be there when I’m ready. Right now, I want to be with you.” I completely melt at his sweet words and sleepy tone.

“Wow. Say more things like that.” I giggle happily.

“We should sleep with you on me every night. It helped both of us relax. You’re still on me…” He pushed into me with his morning wood. “The phone can definitely wait.” He moves slowly, in and out while he continues to talk to me. “What do you think?”

“Oh,” I try to find my voice, but all I can do is appreciate my warm, sexy man, “Phone can wait. Oh, Rick.”

“Oh, Rick… huh? Oh, Rick what?” He’s in his sexy, horny, teasing mood—I love it!

“Oh, god,” sleepy groggy sex is the best. I’m not completely awake and he makes me where I can’t think. “You, oh Rick, you just… you make me forget where I am.” He pushes into me harder, appreciating my words and the sexy sounds escaping my lips. I move with him and dig my fingers into his hair. “You make everything disappear. It’s only you and me.”

“Do I really do that for you?” This hot sexy man questioning his abilities.

“Oh, yes! Yes.” All I can do is feel him moving, filling me, stretching me. I cry out his name uncontrollably.

“I’m the only one who does this for you, always. Nobody else can have you, my Sherry.”

“It’s only ever been you. Nobody has ever taken me the places you do.” His slow pace continuing, driving me crazy and holding me back from the edge.

Rick growls like he’s not only my king, but the king of the jungle and I see the proud look on his face. I kiss his neck, drawing out another low groan. “Not yet, baby.” Rick slides out from under me and out of bed.

I’m left confused and abandoned. But not for long, he grabs my ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed with my legs hanging off. Immediately burying his face in my sex, licking my wet folds and fucking me with his tongue. I’m on sensory overload. He sucks at my sex and I scream out his name. He slides two fingers into me and tongues my clit, lapping, sucking, teasing me until he bites down on me hard and sucks like his life depends on it, sending me into a flying spiral. I hear the sounds coming from me and I’m not in control. It drives him further. Everything goes dark and now he’s plunging into me. He's huge, filling me repeatedly, “Oh, fuck me. So, fucking perfect.”

“Not yet, please more…” I hear myself selfishly beg him to hold back.

He smiles, my request is an honor he’ll happily accept. He takes my breast in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at my nipple, and I’m lost again. Rick strokes into me faster and faster, pushing me over the edge, drawing out my orgasm while he meets me there. He slams into me hard a few times and collapses on me with his lips at my ear, “I love you, Sherry.” He kisses my neck and wraps his right arm around me, holding me to him.

I sometimes wonder how I deserve this, him. There are many women out there who would do anything to have someone take care of them, cover all of their expenses, give them great sex, and I mean even if they didn’t love them. Yet here I am with my perfect man, my better than any fantasy I ever had baseball boyfriend who worships me as much as I worship him, but I don’t want to be kept or have someone else pay my way. Okay, fine, I want the out of this world sex. Only a foolish woman wouldn’t. I know he loves me when he kisses me, touches me, slides inside me or, honestly, just holds my hand. I feel it in his eyes when he looks at me. My seat for every game. Traveling to away games. His planned date nights. My stadium access card and Seals wardrobe. His sweet, meaningful, words and gestures. How he always sits next to me at the table. Even his quirks, like elevators, that I admit I love. It has required some adjustment, but no hardship. The horror of having a professional baseball player in my bed every night, what will I ever do? I just don’t know.

Rick’s phone rings again as we’re dozing back off to sleep. He sighs and reaches for his phone to find the stadium calling. He’d rather be home with me and doesn’t want to deal with work. “Hello?”

“Hey Seno, Skip wants you to come in this morning and get your elbow checked. Are you having any pain?” Carter calling to take care of team business and I can hear him through the phone.

“Not really, slight soreness and mostly stiff I think from the sling. I’ll be there this morning.” All business.

“Billy got a five day suspension for throwing at you. The first baseman is on the DL for an undetermined amount of time. Remind me never to make you mad. Also, Seals called up the catcher that’s been hot on the farm team to cover while you’re out. Saben can’t handle four games on his own.” I see the shit look cross his face.

I smell coffee