Page 65 of You Had Me at Hockey

“No.”

“Ah.”

“I have more to learn. You know…my sex education.” I pat the bed beside me

“Jesus.” Then he shocks me by pulling off his sweater over his head as he walks toward me.

I sigh happily. His chest is a work of art. And his abs. He’s big, but not heavily muscled—lean and ripped, no fat on him anywhere. My gaze tracks from the just-right hair on his chest down over his six-pack and his perfect navel, then follows the trail of hair lower…right down to his jeans sitting low on his hips. With a masculine flick of his fingers, he undoes the button and his fly, then climbs onto the bed, crawling up over me.

He straddles my legs, his jeans hanging enticingly open, his obliques defined, veins faintly visible in the thin skin of his lower abdomen. I suck in air as I realize I’m not breathing. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I breathe.

“So are you.” He plants his hands into the mattress and leans over me to kiss me.

Our mouths cling together in a long, sweet kiss, and then he opens his mouth and licks inside mine. My tongue meets his and the kiss grows hotter. Deeper.

I touch his torso, trailing my fingertips over hot, satiny skin, skimming my palms along his abs, then slipping my hands around to his back and dragging my nails over his flesh. He sucks in a sharp breath and lifts his head, staring into my eyes. His are dark and hot.

I scratch him again, slowly, gently, sliding my hands inside his jeans and boxers to cup his ass. The back of him is as much a work of art as the front—his ass is firm and round.

“Baby,” he groans. “You’re getting me so hot.”

“Good. Because I’m hot too.”

He kisses me again, then rolls to his back, easily bringing me with him so I’m on top. He rids me of my sweater, leaving me in my black triangle bra, and his hands on my bare skin are electrifying. They move all over me—up and down my back, over my shoulders and arms. I wriggle against his hard body as we make out.

We roll again, kiss more, get rid of more clothes, and I’m hot and aching and panting when he dives between my legs to lick me. “Oh God…” I hold his head, parting my legs for him. His tongue is magic, sliding over my sensitive flesh. He nips at me with his lips, kisses my inner thighs and lower belly, then drags his tongue along my slit in slow, sensual torture.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Fucking perfect.”

Then he grabs me and flips me onto my belly in such an easy move I’m shocked. I’m even more shocked when he hoists my hips into the air and buries his face between my legs again. My insides are fluttering and flipping, my blood fizzing, my skin tingling. His tongue laps at me, his hands squeeze my butt cheeks, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. So far. Because every experience with Josh is deliciously erotic.

He nips at the curve of my ass, and I shudder. I’m on my hands and knees, shaking, that gnawing emptiness yearning to be filled. Then he moves away for a moment. I sweep my hair aside and glance over my shoulder to see him rolling on a condom. Then he’s back, one hand on my hip, the other guiding the head of his cock up and down through my wet pussy.

“Nice and wet.” He rubs the head over my clit, sending sparks flooding through my veins.

“Inside,” I beg. “Please.”

He slowly eases into me, and I’m reminded of the first time, how careful he was, how watchful he was that he wasn’t hurting me. “Okay?” he asks.

“Yesss. Oh God yes.”

I feel him invading me, and it feels so good—the pressure, the fullness. Like I’ve been missing this forever.

Soon he’s fully inside me, his groin pressed against my ass. We pause. I’m throbbing, on edge, dying to come. He bends over me, his fists lodged on the bed on either side of me. He starts to move, sliding out and in, and the friction is exquisite. He’s so deep inside me, he’s hitting a spot I didn’t know was there, intense and tender and almost unbearably pleasurable. He kisses the back of my shoulder in a long, openmouthed kiss, then I turn my head to the side and he kisses my ear, my cheek, then my shoulder again. As he moves faster, the noises leaking from my mouth become louder, more desperate.

He bands one arm under me, clutching a breast in his big palm as his thrusts become deeper. Harder. I cry out, overflowing with sensation. I feel his breath hot on the back of my neck. Then he straightens, gripping my waist. “Fuck,” he growls. “Watching my cock slide in and out of you…so wet and shiny…your pussy so tight and hot. Your ass…” And he gives one cheek a little slap.

Heat floods through me.

The little spank and his words inflame me even more. I’m beyond thought. I’m floating, rapturous, glowing.

My arms collapse and I drop to the bed, my face buried in a pillow, panting. Josh slows his movements and bends over me again, wrapping his arms around me and tenderly kissing my upper back. “Okay?”

“I’m okay. I’m so good.”

This time when he straightens, he gathers my hair into a loose ponytail and tugs my head back. The pull on my scalp adds to the erotic overload. He thrusts into me again, using both hands to draw my hair back, tugging at the tangled strands. I push up again, my ass in the air as he fucks me, hard and dirty and so, so sweet.

I’m tender inside, the pressure and glide in and out consuming me.

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