Page 119 of For the Win

She smiles too, then bends to kiss my chest, flicking her tongue over my nipples.Electric need burns through me, my engorged cock throbbing.

I hope she still has condoms in her nightstand.I stretch my arm out to yank open the drawer.I overdo it a bit, and it crashes to the floor.“Oops.”

She meets my eyes, her lips curved.“Easy there.”She rolls off me and hangs off the side of the bed while she searches for a condom.This gives me an excellent view of her ass, and I palm one cheek.

She pops back up, pink cheeked, hair tangled around her face, holding a small package.I start to take it from her, but she moves away, straddles my thighs and opens it.My dick is straining against my belly.Carefully, she lifts it, bends to kiss the tip, then rolls on the latex.

Her hands on my cock ignite every nerve ending.I watch, enthralled, my skin prickling all over, desperate for more of her touch.

Her eyes on my face, she shifts herself over me and lowers that sweet pussy onto my cock.

“Aaaaaah.”I clasp her waist, her wet heat enveloping me, taking me in.“So good.”

“Mmm.”

I’m filling her, fighting not to lift my hips and thrust up into her.She begins to move on me, up and down.Her hands press on my chest and she slides them up over my neck.I turn my head and suck her thumb into my mouth, holding her gaze as she moves on me.As I suck, her pussy clenches tighter around me.

Her eyes heavy lidded, she tosses her hair over one shoulder and leans forward to kiss me.My hands roam over her waist, her back, her ass, while our mouths meet in a molten, explosive kiss.

As she shifts back, I push up to suck her nipples again, wrapping an arm around her.My cock slips out of her pussy and we both make a dismayed noise.Reaching behind her, she finds my shaft and slips it back inside her.Pleasure engulfs me again.

I suck and nibble for long moments, absorbing her soft noises of delight.Then I fall back to the bed.With one hand on my chest, the other pressed into the mattress, she raises and lowers herself, liquid heat sliding along my cock...faster...faster.I grip her butt cheeks, squeezing, helping her move on me.“Christ,” I groan.“I can’t stand it...you feel so good.”

“I love it too.”She rides me harder, panting.Pushing against my chest, she straightens.She sweeps her hair back with both hands, lifting her breasts, her nipples hard and crimson from my mouth.I watch her moving, and it’s fucking glorious.

“I fucking love being under you like this, watching those pretty tits bounce.”My head falls back into the pillow, my mouth open, heat and pressure building.We stare at each other, a connection between us I’ve never felt, a hot sweetness, a bond of lust and passion, affection and admiration.“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I worship her.I want to spend my life protecting her, cherishing her, being the best man I can for her.

Then her movements change, her pussy rocking against me, grinding, the noises she’s making increasing their tempo.I grip her hips and she releases a low wail as her head drops forward and she presses through her orgasm.Her pussy squeezes me, squeezes...sensation twists inside me, fiery and torturous, but it’s also exquisite.Hot pressure builds, fast, violent, consuming, rocketing to a peak.It’s joy and rapture and relief and thankfulness.It’s bright and dark, thunder and lightning, frightening and yet safe.It’s beauty and love and everything I’ve ever wanted.

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“I’mglad you played so well last night.I was worried you’d be distracted.”

“I definitely had a lot to think about.I knew I had to be brave.”

She rolls her head on the pillow.“What do you have to be brave about?You mean your dad?”

“That too.But right now, it was about hockey.”

I tell her what Mom said to me, about being afraid I couldn’t live up to my dad, about how at first I was pissed off, but then realized maybe she was right.And about how Dad told me the hockey didn’t matter, it mattered that I was a good person.“But I didn’t feel like a very good person.I felt like a selfish coward.But you...you made me feel...I don’t know.Inspired, I guess?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.You went through something...”I stop.Swallow.“Something horrifying.”I squeeze her tighter in my arms.“I hate it that that happened to you.Fuckinghateit.But you’re living your life.You came here, started a business...you’re brave.And strong.And I couldn’t help but think that I need to be brave too.”

She burrows in closer to me, hiding her face.

I stroke her hair tenderly.“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

She shifts and leans her head back, a small crease between her eyebrows.

I touch my fingertips to the crease, smoothing it.“Hey.It’s okay if you don’t.”

Her bottom lip wobbles.“Do you?”

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