Page 56 of Must Love Dogs… and Hockey

He moves up over me and kisses my mouth, leaving my own taste on my lips. Then it’s my turn to flip him, although I can do it only because he lets me. With a carnal smile on his face, he grips my hips so I’m straddling him but holds me over him. “We need a condom, gorgeous.”

I bite my lip, impatience straining inside me. “Right. Right. In the drawer.” I gesture and he throws an arm out to yank open the nightstand drawer. I lean over and rummage around, emerging with a small packet. Do I do it for him? Give it to him? Beset with uncertainty, I hesitate.

His smile still sensual, his eyes warm, he plucks it from me, tears it open, and I shift to watch him expertly don it. Holy hell, that is so fucking sexy, I think I’m dying. His hands are big, his cock is enormous, his balls are full and taut, and I’m destroyed.

“Okay,” he murmurs, reaching for me again. “Come here. I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Yessssss.”

He grips his cock and finds my entrance. I’m shaking, flaming, and I lean forward and reach for the iron headboard and curl my fingers around it. He lifts his head to suck my nipples again as his cock fills me. It’s too much, but not enough. I need more…deeper.There.I lower myself onto him and he’s so deep inside me it almost hurts. And it’s still not enough. “Fuck me,” I beg him.

His hands slide down my back and curve around my ass cheeks. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he groans, squeezing my butt. “Christ, you feel good. Amazing.”

I let go of the headboard and fall on top of him, finding his mouth with mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. I want him everywhere, kissing my mouth, fucking my pussy.

His hand on the back of my thigh pulls my leg higher against his side as he pumps his hips up, fucking up into me. I push up onto straight arms and match his rhythm, staring into his eyes, then rise the rest of the way to kneel. Our hands join, fingers clasping each other tightly as I bounce up and down on him, then I lean back. My hair falls behind me. He runs his palm over my abdomen, watching where we’re joined.

“Beautiful,” he rasps. “Holy shit, that’s hot…my cock sliding in and out of that sweet, tight pussy.” He holds my hips and lifts me up and down on his cock, then he jackknifes up to sit, so easily, his abs contracting. I clasp his face, we kiss again, then he falls onto his back and lifts me off him. His strength is impressive…exciting.

Our eyes still connected, I turn over onto my back, holding my hair behind my head, and I smile at him. I’ve never felt so confident during sex, so unconstrained. He’s athletic and strong, and the way he looks at me makes me feel desirable. Powerful.

He kneels between my legs, kisses me slowly over my stomach, my nipples, then my mouth, slow, clinging, erotic kisses. I reach between us for his cock, rub it over my wet pussy, then guide him back inside. He kisses the side of my neck as he moves, thrusting in, gliding out, fucking me with dirty sweetness. His cock sliding over nerve endings inside me has sensations mingling with the feel of him rubbing on my clit. Pleasure grows inside me, swelling big and hot, coiling tight. I slide my hands from his head down his sleek back to his amazing ass, so firmly muscled, feeling it flex as he fucks me. He plants his fist into the bed and drives into me harder. “I’m so close…” I gasp. “I just need…” I find my clit with my fingertips and in seconds that coiling heat twists up into a sharp, exquisite point that shatters and detonates splinters of heat through my body.

He muffles a shout into the pillow as he comes too, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me. I hold onto him through it, my own body still quivering and sensitive. I’m wrecked. Maybe forever.

Chapter 12

Easton

“I need to get rid of the condom.”

“The bathroom’s right over there,” Lilly mumbles.

“I can’t move. I can’t feel my legs.”

Her head snaps up. “What?”

I grin lazily and close my eyes. “It was totally worth it, though.”

After a couple of beats she starts giggling. “Oh my God.” She drops her forehead to my chest.

I squeeze her ass and laugh too, and then we’re both laughing. I wrap my arms around her and hug her. Fuck. Post-orgasmic and laughing…it’s the best kind of high. Addictive.

When our bodies stop shaking with laughter, I ease her to my side. I don’t want to let go but I really do have to get rid of the condom. I slide out of bed.

It’s only a few steps across the small room to her bathroom, which is compact and quirky, like her bedroom. It’s been remodeled, but I’d bet the marble hexagon tiles on the floor and white subway tiles going halfway up the wall are original. The upper half of the walls is painted a pale gray and a big, old-fashioned medicine cabinet framed in substantial white molding matches the trim around a small window and the door. An open shelving unit holds thick, gray folded towels, baskets of toiletries, candles, and a few little plants. And on one wall, a vintage-looking sign says, “Take a bath, you dirty girl.” I grin as I dispose of the rubber and wash my hands, then return to the bedroom.

Otis has lifted his head and watches me walk toward the bed. I hold my hand up in a “stay” gesture.

Lilly has moved beneath the covers and I slide in there with her, pulling her close. “Just tell me you didn’t do that because you feel sorry for me.”

She snorts, still on the edge of laughter. “Yeah, right.”

“I have to admit, I do feel better.”

“Well, that’s good. So do I.”

I chuckle again. “You know what they say.”

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