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The sun is barely up, but the excitement is already buzzing in my chest like a trapped bird. Samās surprise has been eating at me all week, a trip to Wembley to watch Newcastle United in the cup final against Liverpool. Itās my first football match, and the thought of it has me grinning like an idiot. Sam, with his cheeky smile and those piercing blue eyes, has outdone himself this time. Box tickets, no less. Heās treating me and his friends to the full experience, and I canāt wait to see what the day has in store.
I step out of the shower, the steam fogging up the mirror as I towel-dry my hair. Samās already downstairs, his deep laugh echoing through the house. I can hear Dean, Joe and Drew joking around in the kitchen. Theyāre like a second family to him, and today feels like a reunion of sorts. I pull on my jeans and a Newcastle United jersey Sam bought me last week, the black and white stripes feeling like a badge of honor. Iām still learning the chants, but Iām ready to cheer my lungs out.
Downstairs, the kitchen is a mess of toast crumbs, coffee mugs, and open bags of crisps. Samās leaning against the counter, his muscular frame filling out his own Newcastle jersey. He catches my eye and winks, his playful grin making my heart skip. āReady for the best day ever?ā he asks, his voice laced with that cheeky charm that always makes me blush.
āAs ready as Iāll ever be,ā I reply, grabbing a slice of toast. āThough Iām still not sure I know all the rules.ā
Sam laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. āDonāt worry, babe. Youāll pick it up. Just focus on having fun.ā
The mini coach ride to Wembley is a blur of laughter and banter. Sam singing along to whatever rock anthem is blaring through the speakers. His friends are crammed into the backseat, teasing each other about the match. Deanās predicting a Newcastle win, while Joeās convinced Liverpool will take it. Drew is trying to teach me a chant, his loud voice overlapping with Samās as they belt out the lyrics. Iām sandwiched between Mark and Johnny, who keep nudging me and grinning like theyāre in on some secret.
āFirst match, eh?ā Mark says, his arm brushing mine. āYouāre in for a treat.ā
āJust donāt let Sam distract you too much,ā Johnny adds with a wink. āHeās got a habit of stealing the show.ā
I laugh, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. Sam glances back at me, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. āDonāt listen to them,ā he says. āIām all yours today.ā
As we pull up, Wembley Stadium looms ahead, its arch cutting into the sky like a monument. My breath catches at the sight of it. Itās massive, the kind of place you see on TV but never imagine youāll actually step foot in. Fans are streaming toward the entrance, their jerseys a sea of red and black and white. The energy is electric, the air thick with anticipation.
āTold you itād be worth it,ā Sam says, squeezing my hand as we climb out of the coach. His touch is warm, grounding me amidst the chaos.
Inside, the box is everything I imagined and more. Plush seats, a spread of snacks and drinks, and a view of the pitch that makes my heart race. Samās friends are already making themselves at home, cracking open beers and arguing over who gets the comfiest chair. Sam pulls me onto the balcony, the roar of the crowd rising as we look out over the stadium.
āWhat do you think?ā he asks, his voice soft despite the noise.
āItās incredible,ā I reply, leaning against the railing. āI canāt believe Iām here.ā
He smiles, his hand brushing the small of my back. āJust wait till the match starts. Itāll blow your mind.ā
As kickoff approaches, the tension in the box ramps up. Samās friends are on their feet, chanting and cheering as the players take the field. Iām still trying to wrap my head around the rules, but the atmosphere is infectious. Every time Newcastle gets the ball, the box erupts in cheers. Samās right there with them, his voice hoarse from shouting. He keeps glancing at me, making sure Iām keeping up, his playful smile never fading.
The first half is a whirlwind of action. Newcastle scores early, and the box goes wild. Sam pulls me into a hug, his laughter vibrating against my chest. āSee? I told you itād be fun,ā he says, his breath warm against my ear.
āIām starting to get it,ā I admit, grinning as the crowd roars again. āThis is amazing.ā
At halftime, we retreat to the seats, grabbing drinks and snacks. Samās friends are in high spirits, rehashing the best moments of the game so far. Deanās mimicking the refereeās calls, while Drew trying to teach me another chant. Sam sits beside me, his arm slung casually around my shoulders. His presence is comforting, his cheeky banter keeping the mood light.
āYouāre doing great,ā he murmurs, his lips brushing my temple. āI knew youād love it.ā
The second half kicks off with even more intensity. Liverpool equalizes, and the box falls momentarily silent before erupting into chants of encouragement for Newcastle. Samās on the edge of his seat, his knuckles white as he grips the railing. Iām caught up in the drama, my heart pounding with every pass and shot. When Newcastle scores again in the final minutes, the box explodes. Sam pulls me into another hug, his laughter mixing with the cheers of his friends.
āThey did it!ā he shouts, his eyes shining with pride. āThey actually did it!ā
As the final whistle blows, the stadium erupts into a frenzy. Newcastle has won, and the box is a mess of high-fives and hugs. Samās friends are chanting, their voices hoarse but triumphant. Sam turns to me, his grin wider than ever. āBest day ever, right?ā
I nod, my chest tight with emotion. āDefinitely. I canāt thank you enough.ā
He leans in, his lips brushing mine in a quick, tender kiss. āDonāt mention it. This was for you, remember?ā
The walk back to the coach is a blur of laughter and celebrations. Fans are still chanting, their voices carrying through the night air. Samās arm is around my shoulders, his presence a constant reminder of how lucky I am. His friends are teasing each other, their voices blending with the hum of the crowd.
On the journey home, the energy is more subdued, but no less joyful. Samās singing softly along to the radio, his hand finding mine as we drive away from the stadium. His friends are recounting their favorite moments, their voices laced with exhaustion and elation. I lean my head against the window, the glow of the day still lingering.
āYou did good today,ā Sam says, his voice low and affectionate. āIām proud of you.ā
I smile, turning to meet his gaze. āI had the best teacher.ā
He laughs, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light. āFlattered. But seriously, Iām glad you enjoyed it. It meant a lot to me to share this with you.ā
For the rest of the journey the silence between us is comfortable, the kind that comes from a day well spent. Samās hand tightens around mine, his thumb brushing my skin in a slow, soothing rhythm. The excitement of the match is fading, replaced by a warm, contented exhaustion.
Back at the house, the night is winding down. Samās friends have already crashed on the couches, their snores blending with the faint hum of the TV. Sam leads me upstairs, his hand on the small of my back. The bedroom is dim, the curtains drawn against the night. He turns to me, his expression softening as he takes in my tired but happy face.
āReady for bed?ā he asks, his voice gentle.
I nod, stepping closer to him. āMore than ready.ā
He pulls me into his arms, his embrace warm and familiar. His lips find mine, the kiss slow and tender, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens. I can feel the heat of his body, the strength of his muscles beneath his jersey.
āYouāre incredible,ā he murmurs against my lips, his breath warm. āToday was perfect because of you.ā
I smile, my fingers tangling in his hair. āIt was perfect because of you, Sam. You made it special.ā
He hums, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands move to the hem of my jersey, pulling it over my head and letting it fall to the floor. Iām left in just my bra and jeans, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. Samās eyes darken as he takes in the sight, his gaze hungry but tender.
āYouāre so beautiful,ā he says, his voice rough with desire. āIāve wanted this all day.ā
I step closer, my hands moving to the waistband of his jeans. āIāve wanted this too.ā
He groans, his lips capturing mine again as he backs me toward the bed. The room spins as we fall onto the mattress, our bodies pressing together. His hands are everywhere, his touch both urgent and reverent. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside. Iām left in just my bra and panties, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his body.
Samās lips trail down my chest, his tongue teasing the lace of my bra. His hands move to my back, unhooking the clasp and letting the fabric fall away. Iām bare before him, my skin flushed and tingling under his gaze. He hums his approval, his lips brushing my collarbone as his hands move to my hips.
āYouāre so fucking gorgeous,ā he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. āI canāt get enough of you.ā
I arch into his touch, my hands tangling in his hair as he kisses his way down my body. His lips linger at my navel, his tongue dipping into the hollow before moving lower. My breath hitches as his mouth finds the lace of my panties, his tongue teasing the fabric before pulling it down my legs. Iām exposed now, my core throbbing with anticipation.
Samās eyes lock onto mine, his expression intense as he settles between my thighs. His hands move to my hips, holding me steady as his lips brush my folds. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as his tongue delves deeper, his mouth hot and wet against my sensitive skin.
āSam,ā I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. āOh God, Sam.ā
He hums his response, his tongue flicking my clit before delving into my core. His mouth is relentless, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as he tastes me, teases me, drives me wild. My breath comes in sharp gasps, my body tense and trembling on the edge of release.
āPlease,ā I beg, my voice hoarse. āI need..ā
He doesnāt let me finish, his mouth devouring me as his fingers slip inside me. I cry out, my hips bucking against his touch as pleasure spirals through me. His name is a mantra on my lips, his rhythm driving me closer and closer to the edge.
And then Iām falling, my body convulsing as I come apart beneath him. My cries fill the room, my muscles clenching around his fingers as I ride out the wave of pleasure. Samās lips never leave me, his mouth gentle as he eases me down from my high.
āFuck,ā I pant, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. āThat wasāā
āNot done yet,ā he interrupts, his voice thick with desire.
He moves up the bed, his body hovering over mine as he sheds his jeans and boxers. His cock is thick and hard, the sight of it making my mouth water. He reaches for the drawer, pulling out a condom and sheathing himself with quick, efficient movements. His eyes never leave mine, his expression intense as he positions himself at my entrance.
āReady?ā he asks, his voice low and rough.
I nod, my hands moving to his hips as I pull him closer. āMore than ready.ā
He thrusts into me, his cock filling me completely as he buries himself to the hilt. I gasp, my nails digging into his skin as he stretches me, fills me, claims me. He holds himself still for a moment, his eyes searching mine as he gives me time to adjust.
āYou feel so good,ā he groans, his voice strained. āSo fucking good.ā
He begins to move, his hips snapping as he sets a relentless pace. Each thrust is deep and deliberate, his cock reaming my cunt as he fucks me with abandon. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall as our bodies move in perfect rhythm.
āSam,ā I cry, my voice breaking as pleasure coils low in my belly. āHarder, please, harderā
He growls, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me with renewed force. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans and gasps echoing off the walls. His cock is relentless, his thrusts driving me closer and closer to the edge.
āClose,ā I pant, my body tense and trembling. āSo closeā
He doesnāt let up, his hips snapping as he fucks me through my orgasm. My cries fill the room, my body convulsing around his cock as I come apart beneath him. He follows me over the edge, his thrusts stuttering as he buries himself deep and spills into the condom with a hoarse groan.
āFuck,ā he pants, his forehead pressing against mine as we try to catch our breath. āThat was..ā
āIncredible,ā I finish, my hands moving to his cheeks as I pull him into a tender kiss.
He smiles against my lips, his arms wrapping around me as he holds me close. The room is quiet, the only sound our ragged breathing as we bask in the aftermath. His cock softens inside me, but he makes no move to pull away, his body heavy and warm against mine.
āBest day ever,ā he murmurs, his lips brushing my forehead.
I laugh, my fingers tangling in his hair. āDefinitely. Though I think the match might have some competition now.ā
He chuckles, his arms tightening around me. āFair enough. But Iāll take that as a win.ā
We lie there for a while, our bodies entwined as the room grows dark around us. The excitement of the day is a distant memory now, replaced by the warm, contented glow of satisfaction. Samās heart beats steadily against mine.
āI love you,ā he whispers, his lips brushing my ear.
I smile, my hand moving to his cheek. āI love you too.ā
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