Page 53 of Hockey 101

For this body? I run my hand over the slopes of her perfect breasts. Her exposed skin is pale and shimmering against the black of her top.

Her breath quickens and I can feel her chest rise and fall against my palm.

Yessss. Her voice is almost a moan. And what do I win if you fail?

You can lick me. This is what we call a win/win situation.

I jump up and shut the door—just in case someone else decides to use my bathroom idea. When I come back to the bed, Andy has kicked off her shoes and is staring up at the ceiling.

I gently roll her onto her side, so her back is facing me. Okay. First of all, the sharks are underwater, right? So, everything’s going to be wet.

She giggles and repeats, Wet.

So wet. And slippery, I murmur right into her ear. And when a female is wet and slippery, do you know what a male shark has to do?

What? she breathes. I have the advantage of knowing what Andy fantasizes about in bed—a bit of domination.

Hold her down. Keep her body still for as long as it takes to breed her.

Ohhh. Her voice is hoarse now, all laughter gone. Again, I feel her body soften next to me.

Here’s how they do it. I tug down her top so the back of her shoulder is exposed, then slide off the black strap of her bra. I pause for just one moment as I take in the delicate curve of exposed skin, and how beautiful and vulnerable she looks. Then I brush my lips against the softness of her shoulder, pressing wet kisses along her heated skin. Suddenly, I bite down—not hard, but firmly enough so she can feel the contrast: hard teeth against soft flesh. She groans quietly as I suck her skin hard. I want to mark her, to claim every part of her incredible body.

I run my lips up and down the bare slope of her shoulder, alternating soft kisses with biting and sucking. Andy plays along, keeping her whole body still except for her ass grinding against my hard cock. She moans, inflaming my already overloaded desire.

Finally, she turns her head and gasps, You win.

I chuckle. Okay, my sexy little shark. Let’s start again.

She turns so that we’re face to face. The glow of my lamp illuminates the slope of her cheeks and the curl of her lips.

I reach behind her and touch her hair clip. May I?

Sure.

I pinch the clip open and her hair cascades out. This is Andy as I first saw her, her thick tresses framing her delicate features. I stroke her hair, relishing the feel of the glossy strands against the roughness of my hands. Andy’s hair is always tied back, and loosening it feels like the first step to loosening her self-control.

I kiss her forehead. When I fantasize about you, your hair is spread out across my pillows. Just like this.

You seem to spend a lot of time fantasizing about me. Her tone is all mock-surprise.

Only every fucking night, I confess. The more time I spend with Andy, the more I imagine her in my bed—exactly like this.

I slowly turn her head until I can kiss her ear. Then I lick the lobe, teasing around the edge.

At first she squirms, but then exhales. Ahhh. That does feel good.

I pull away to face her again. I run a finger over her lips, tracing the contours of her mouth. Then I wet my finger and do it again. When her lips part, I dip my finger inside. She sucks on my fingertip, and the suction is so good I exhale in pleasure. Finally, I slip my finger out of her mouth, lower my head, and kiss her. My mouth is gentle at first, then firmer, teasing apart her lips and thrusting my tongue inside. Then it’s all sloppy, messy kisses as I lick and suck all around her sweet lips.

Her arms coil around my neck, pulling me tightly to her. So good, she groans. Your kisses are so good.

I duck down and place a line of wet kisses down her neck, then slowly run my tongue over the hollow of her throat. Her breathing is erratic, like she’s holding her breath each time I explore a new part of her.

Jack. She whimpers my name like a plea.

Tell me what you want, I whisper.

More. More of your mouth on me.

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