Page 63 of Keeping the Score

My belly flutters and I part my legs as he returns to the bed, moving between them on his knees. Oh… I look down at his thighs, thick and muscled and dusted with dark hair, and my pussy contracts hard. I take in his hand on his cock, the condom stretched thin around his girth.

He watches my face as he enters me, taking such sweet care with me that my eyes sting. I ache with need. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “So wet. Take it… just… like… that.”

When he’s fully seated inside me and I’m clenched around him, so close to an orgasm, he closes his hands around my waist and starts to move. His cheeks flushed, his eyes hungry, his mouth full and sensual, I throw my arms up over my head and lose myself in sensation. The wet sounds of our bodies joining fill the room along with the scent of him. “You feel so good.”

“Ohhh… yeah… you too.”

More than good… the fullness, the stretch of him on my body is sublime, tugging at pleasure points inside me, heating my blood even more. I’m burning.

“I’ve been thinking about this. So goddamn much.”

I stare at him. “Me, too.”

His strokes get harder and faster. My breasts bounce and he stares at them, then leans over to kiss me. His mouth is hard and demanding and I slide my hands around the back of his neck and kiss him back. I rarely come without touching my clit, but right now his pelvis is hard against me and I shift the angle of my hips so he’s rubbing on just the right spot. His big cock inside me drags over sensitive nerve endings that twist up with the pleasure coiling inside me from the friction on my clit into a massive, exquisite helix of excitement. It tightens higher, higher, and I shatter, shudder, seized by hot, shocking ecstasy. My body clenches his as contractions rip through me, my abs and my thighs tightening, warm deliciousness sliding down my legs and making my toes curl.

His heart hammers against mine, his face buried in my neck as he murmurs, “Beautiful. Perfect. Can’t stop… love fucking you.”

I wrap my arms and legs around him and he comes, swelling and pulsing inside me, his body hard and solid and vibrating. His breath goes jagged, he groans, and I hold onto him all the way through it, moved and gratified and a little shaken.

A while later—five minutes? An hour? I don’t even know—I whisper, “Good game.”

After a startled beat, he cracks up laughing, then tries to muffle it. With an arm around my neck, he pulls me closer and kisses my forehead.

I’m smiling, too. “You do have great hands,” I tell him.

“I do, for a goalie. My mouth is even better, though.”

“Your mouth is definitely talented.”

“You know another thing I’m good at because I’m a hockey player?”

“What?”

“I can score more than once a night.”

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk at him. “I thought you were going to say you’re fast…”

He gasps. “What?” And in a flash, with impressive strength, he rolls me onto my back and moves over me. “If you’re implying I don’t have stamina, I’ll be happy to prove you wrong. I’m taking that as a challenge. And just so you know… I believe in ladies first.”

Yes, he does. “I appreciate that.” I kiss his jaw.

“Also… you’re really beautiful.”

“Oh.” We gaze at each other, a connection between us thickening, wrapping around us.

“I also know when to play rough. And I always use protection.”

I start giggling, one of those helpless laughs that you can’t control, and we’re both lying here in bed, our bodies shaking with mirth as we try to be quiet. Eventually I tilt my head back to look into his face. “One night I was watching one of your gamesand the announcers kept saying…” I dissolve into laughter again, struggling to get the words out, “D-dirty things.”.

“Like what?”

“Like… you were down on your knees and you like to go down.”

His smile is wicked. “I do like to go down… especially on you.”

All my breath vacates my chest as he shifts on the bed, lower…

“I should go home.” We just got Tilly up, fed, changed, and back to sleep. We’re sitting on the side of his bed, him in a pair of boxer briefs, me in panties and my T-shirt.

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