The Game 53

Everyone was filled with excitement. The game was one of the last of the season. An important game to determine which team headed toward the Super Bowl. It was a game no one wanted to miss.

The living area was filled. Friends had come over, bringing food and beer. She didn't drink, but everyone else did and that was ok. She noticed that her boyfriend wasn't drinking either, another reason she knew she was with him.

It was the end of the second quarter. She saw her break, announcing that she was heading upstairs to restock food and drinks. Everyone waved at her and she realized she would not be missed.

She went for the door and felt herself pressed against it. She squirmed around in the strong grasp of her boyfriend. Facing him she pushed her body back against his, reaching her arms around his neck. He pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. His tongue circled hers. His hands held her head pressing her mouth to his mouth as if he needed her kiss to exist.

They broke and he whispered in her ear about wanting to tackle her. She whispered back how she wanted him to show her his punt.

They looked into each other's eyes. Their heat was undeniable.

Opening the door, he guided her up the stairs, backwards. Closing the door behind him, he laid her down on the stairs, climbing on top of her, hugging her tight, never breaking the kiss he began when he had opened the door.

They lay there, kissing and groping at each other. His tongue entered her mouth deeply. He traced his tongue around hers, then around her lips. She grabbed at it with her teeth, teasingly. Her hands ran up and down his back. She slipped them under his shirt, feeling his hot skin. She loved the feel of his skin. Her paleness against his darkness. Her cool against his hot. It always made her passion ignite.

He lifted her off the stairs and they continued up. He wouldn't let her go. His mouth was sealed to hers. She felt his manhood pressed against her. She wanted him badly.

In the kitchen, she broke the kiss and stared at him, tauntingly. She turned to get some soda, bending down.

He made his move, coming in from behind he grabbed her by the hips and pushed at her. Pulling her body in to meet his, she straightened up and he reached around, massaging her breasts.

He turned her around to face him. He enjoyed watching her face, looking into her eyes. She was licking her lips. Her breathing was becoming deeper.

He began to unbutton her jeans. Sliding his hands inside, he immediately went to feel her wetness. He massaged her, feeling her hairs tickling his hand and her moisture saturating her panties.

He slid her jeans and panties down to her knees, while pushing her back toward the counter. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge, kneeling in front of her

Her smell hit him: sweet, innocent. He dove in without warning and heard her gasp. His tongue found her wetness and swirled around, lapping at her lovingly. He knew what she liked and he felt her respond with each flick of her tongue. He circled her favorite spots and when he thought she was nearing climax, he inserted two fingers, finding her other spot.

She went over the edge and with a mild moan, clamped her hand over her mouth as he felt her entire body pulsated to climax. She was breathing hard. Her eyes were clouded over with passion.

He slid her off the counter and stood her in front of him. He moved her hand from her mouth and kissed her. She tasted her own juices on him. She liked the taste.

Leaning against the counter, he undid his pants. She could see his hardness. She could almost feel the heat.

He guided her down to her knees in front of him. She reached for him with her hands, massaging. She guided her mouth to him, using her tongue and lips to massage and moisten him. She swallowed him as much as she could. He was massive and throbbing.

Moving her head up and down, she used her hands in combination. She heard him moan.

Suddenly, he picked her up off her knees. He kissed her, bringing her head to his mouth with a rough urgency.

He turned her around, bending her over. He felt for her wetness and entered her. She moaned. He moaned. He pumped into her with a steady rhythm. She met each thrust.

He slid her shirt up her back, massaging her body as he filled her with a passion she needed and wanted.

It was over too soon. She felt him withdraw and felt the hot liquid running down her back.

She wanted more. She needed more.

He didn't want to let her go.

They put themselves together and gathered the sodas.

Back downstairs, everyone was waiting for the third quarter to begin. They grabbed at the sodas and chips eagerly.

He sat on the couch, bringing her down next to him. Looking into each other's eyes, they knew this was just the beginning of their passion.

He kissed her deeply. She held him.

She wondered if all halftimes would be this exciting.