Tackle

We both love football, even though we support different teams. He suggested during one of our many text conversations that he come over and watch Monday Night Football with me. After all, none of our teams were playing. So it would be safe to assume we could watch the game without any issues. I thought it was a great idea. Plus, it was even better that my roommate was out of town. I made sure that he had the right football watching food, which consisted of hot wings and beer. I knew he liked hot wings when my classmate and I brought them to class one day. He tore them up. Later, he tore my body up in the same manner. Licking me like the bone and gently biting into me. But not before he tackled me.

When he rang the door bell, my heart jumped. I smiled to myself as I ran over to the door wearing comfortable jeans and tshirt. However, I was equipped underneath with white laced hipsters with a matching white padded bra. As I opened the door, looking at my sexy visitor, I thought I opened the gateway to heaven. He had that Atlanta swagger that set him apart from any man I ever met in my life. He was always wearing comfortable, yet creative clothes. As he walked in, he gave me one of his bear hugs. I exhaled at that moment, allowing my body to be wrapped up in his. Our bodies intertwined during those hugs, where I was able to inhale his essence. He rarely wore cologne, but the smell of him was enough to intoxicate me.

No matter where I move to, he always finds that one spot on the couch. Everytime he comes over, he always sits in the same area on the couch. When he was not around, I would secretly sit in his spot, just be somewhere he was at. This day was not an exception from that. When he secured his spot, I asked him whether he wanted some wings before the game started. He replied, "Yeah, that's what's up." My Atlanta prince was a man of few words. He said only what he had to say, nothing more, nothing less. Many times I find myself babbling just to make up for the lack of words in the conversation. But the intensity never changed.

While on the couch, I laid in his arms looking at the game. As he ran his hands along my side, I felt his breath against the top of my forehead. I leaned against him a little more, wrapping my arm across his stomach. He said in his soft, deep Southern voice, "I think we should make a bet over the game to make it more interesting since our teams aren't playing." I looked up at him, with his deep brown eyes meeting mine. I sat up a little and replied, "Alright, sure! If the Eagles win, you have to get on your knees and kiss my hand. Think you can handle that?" He smiled and laughed to himself. Somehow I was always able to bring a smile to his face, calming his inner lion. He replied, "Yeah, I think I can. But if the Bears win, you owe me a shoulder massage." I smiled and I thought to myself, how much I would love to massage every inch of his body. Instead I simply replied, "Alright, you have a deal mister."

Needless to say, the Eagles won. With McNab as quarter back, I had no doubt they would win. He smiled to himself as I cleared my throat and extended my hand, acknowledging that he hadn't fulfilled his end of the deal. Without anymore hesitation, he kneeled in front of me without taking his eyes off of mine. For a moment, I had to remind myself to breath. I tried to contain myself as he lifted my hand within his. They seemed to fit like a perfect puzzle piece. His warm hands clasped my hand within his. He lifted my hand towards his lips and kissed it. This entire time, looking at me with the look of longing in his eyes. His lips lingered on my hand. I unexpectedly exhaled loudly without taking my eyes away from his. At that moment, I realized that I couldn't get enough of his energy. While the game was over, I did not want him to leave.

Perhaps he read my mind because he stated, "The night's still young, want to watch a movie or something?" I almost giggled in excitment, but maintained my composure. Because in my mind, I wanted him to touch and hold me a little longer. I replied, "Well there's a problem, there's no DVD player down here" He said, "Well, where is a DVD player?". I smiled to myself, looking down, then meeting his gaze. In a sweet, sexy voice, I replied, "Upstairs. In my room." At first, he hesitated. He has been such a gentleman the entire time we've known each other. I could tell he was deciding whether to act on his inhbitions or remain respectful. Sensing his hesitation, I sweetly said, "Don't worry. You can come up to my room. As long as you promise not to tackle me or anything." His smile seemed to grow a little brighter as we made our way upstairs.

He perused my room as I inserted the DVD. Realizing that there was not a couch in the room, he laid on the side of the bed I do not sleep on. That's another thing that's interesting about him. No matter what, he always knew what side of the bed I sleep on without asking me. When I finally laid on the bed, he turned toward me. I made sure I laid with my back towards him so we could spoon. This was the first time I had a man in this bed. And he would make it worth my wild.

The movie barley past opening credits when I felt his hands brush against my side and across my stomach. He pulled slightly at my pants, unbuttoning only the top button. I smiled to myself, knowing what he was up to. I thought he was going to continue. Instead he paused, resting his hand on my stomach. A few seconds later, I felt his breath against my ear. It was isolated, so I knew it was on purpose. His breath against my ear caused my inner girl to instantly awaken in anticipation. I softly asked, "Are you trying to start something sir?" Before I knew it, he turned me over on my back, mounting me as he started to gently kiss me. His hands started to touch down my sides, under my shirt, and up under my bra. He cupped my breast in his hands while kissing me deeper. His lips overpowered me, but in a way that made my body temputure rise. His lips covered mine, as he worked his tounge in my mouth with such intensity.

Soon, he slowly continued to unbotton and unzippen my pants. At this moment I realized we were finally doing wanted to do ever since we met. As he placed my pants on the floor, he saw my laced white underwear. He smiled at them as if they were a long lost friend. I sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed as he started to remove his shirt. Yet, he leaned me back against the bed, kissing my navel and down to my inner thighs. I bit my lip, quivering with each kiss. I laid there with my girl facing him in my laced panties. He grabbed the sides of the panties and lowered them down my thigh. He looked at the panties and simply said, "Sexy..." When he stood up, he entered inside of me. His boy filling up my girl with such pleasure I could only exhale a desperate moan. I wanted more of him, but he pinned me down like a defensive lineman. Slowly, he stroked in and out of me. Yet, he let go of his inhibitions and started to go faster inside of me. I sat up, so he could enter deeper into me. After a few strokes, he gently slid me back on the bed mounting me. We moaned against each others ears. I felt his kisses against my neck as he continued to stroke within me. I dug my nails into his back, cupping his ass to enter deeper. I couldn't get enough of him, and he couldn't get enough of me. He lifted one of my legs so that the knee was closer to my face. Once he did that, I moaned louder feeling all of him inside my girl. My hands never left his back or his neck. Bitting his ear, I felt our energies climax into pure escasty.

We laid in each others arms, realizing we missed most of the movie. Catching his breath, he asked, "Would you like to repeat the movie?" I looked over at his naked body as he sat up. I sat up with him, bringing my body closer to him in a passionate hug. In the mirror across from the bed, I saw how sexy our naked, sweat soaken bodies looked interwined with each other. I finally replied, "No, that's alright. I think we both know what happened in this movie." He looked in my eyes and smiled. With the small night light glowing in my room, our bodies seem to radiate with the post coital glow. Looking at his face was the most healing experience. I had to ask, "What are you thinking?" He said, "The fact that I can't believe this happened." My heart sank as he said that. Then he quickly said, "I don't regret it. I'm just amazed that I had sex with a woman like you. I mean, I had sex with JAYME." I giggled out of pure disbelief and replied, "Awe, yes you did. And it was awesome." As we both giggled, I brought him closer and whispered in his ear, "However, you broke your promise." Confused, he pulled back,"What promise?" I smiled in the semi-dark room and replied, "I told you that you could come up here if you promised not to tackle me. And it seems like you did." He couldn't help but let out one of his low sexy laughs. He looked down for a moment, then looked up, meeting my eyes. He replied, "What can I say? Your so beautiful, I couldn't help myself. I had to tackle you."