Page 112 of Axe-identally Married
“So people really play here?” I asked, striding to catch up to Willa.
She peered over at me with one brow arched. “Yes. For generations. And it’s time we initiate you. Skating is even more fun outside. When you miss a shot, you have to go dig the puck out of the snow.” She threw a bright orange puck at me.
“Is that why the puck is neon?”
“See?” she said brightly, spinning and walking backward while she smiled at me. “You’re already learning.”
The ice was bumpy, and it sloped in certain spots. It was certainly nothing like the surfaces I’d trained on in some of the country’s best hockey facilities.
But Willa was right. It was damn fun.
We raced across the pond, spraying snow at one another when we hit spots that hadn’t been cleared. After we’d dug our sticks out, we passed the puck, making it jump and skitter over the ice and into the snow.
For a little while, we played passing and shooting games. But mostly we skated. I’d never experienced such innocent, pure fun. I was used to the pleasure of moving fast, of gliding and feeling the world still as my body accelerated. But when paired with the warm sun on my face, the icy breeze on my skin, and Willa’s mitten-clad hand clutching mine? It was thrilling.
And then, just as my heart was full and I didn’t think I’d ever had a more perfect day, I got hit with a snowball.
Thrown by my beautiful wife.
From that moment, it was on. We skated and slid and ducked as snow flew in every direction. Her aim was good, but I was faster. I crouched and spun quickly to avoid another hit and snagged her with one arm, tucking her into my body as we fell, sliding together into the mountain of snow.
Her face was pink and her eyes bright. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t help myself.
“I fucking love you so much,” I said, pinning her to the ice and kissing her.
“So you like pond hockey?” she asked when I came up for air. She wiggled beneath me, making me go instantly hard, despite the frigid temperatures.
“It’s the most fun I’ve ever had,” I said honestly as I dipped in for another kiss.
“Cole. I’m losing feeling in my ass.” I’d lost myself in her mouth, the experience of kissing her on the ice fulfilling so many of my fantasies. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Hovering over her, I took her in. She was panting, and her eyes were glazed. Fuck, she wanted this as much as I did. “Let’s go to the car.”
I hauled myself up and then helped her to her feet. We skated for the benches and pulled our skates off in record time, then jogged toward my truck. I dug my key fob out along the way and had the truck running and the liftgate open by the time we made it to the parking lot. Once I’d tossed all our gear in the back, I pulled her to the driver’s door.
I pushed my seat all the way back, grateful I’d bought such a big car, and then pulled her on top of me and shut the door. We kissed frantically, only stopping to pull the sweatshirt up over her head.
Hockey and skating and this woman. It was a deadly combination, and when she ground against me, I was ready to explode in my pants.
“You are incredible,” I said, lifting up her T-shit and practically drooling at the sight of those perfect tits in her sports bra. “Fuck, I need you.”
She pulled the bra over her head and tossed it into the passenger seat. “Then take me,” she said, lifting off my lap and hovering above me. “Because I’m yours.”
My cock surged as I unbuttoned my jeans. Tilting my hips, I pushed them down my thighs. I was already straining my boxers, and my balls ached as I buried my face in her tits. I bit one nipple, then the other, loving the sound of her gasps.
“You better be ready. I need to fuck you.” I growled as she tugged my hair, sending a tingle down my spine.
She leaned on me and used one hand to shimmy her leggings down. “Then it’s a good thing I forgot to wear panties.”
I palmed her ass, my eyes rolling back. God, it would be a miracle if I lasted two minutes.
With a groan, I slid one finger inside her, making her cry out. Then I quickly added a second. “You’re so needy and wet. Look at you.”
She ground down against my hand, making her tits bounce in my face. Fuck, this really would be fast. I’d have to get her off first, because once I was inside her, I would be done for.
I rubbed her clit with my thumb, slowly fucking her with my fingers.
“Cole,” she pled. “Please. I need you.”
