Page 52 of Slapshot
“Mmmm, morning,” I drawled.
He bit my shoulder lightly, his hips sliding back until just his head was still inside, then filled me again in a long stroke.
“I love waking up inside you. Love having you when you’re all warm and sleepy.”
He hummed, the vibration tunneling into my ear and fueling the arousal that flowed through me like warm honey.
His fingers stroked down my pussy until they framed the point at which we were joined.
“You feel so good stretched around my dick. We fit so perfectly.”
He rained kisses over my hairline and jaw until I turned into him, letting him take control of my mouth as his hips moved with more urgency.
When he’d first suggested we try cock warming, I’d had to Google the term. Then I’d been worried he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with an erection, but I loved it. Having him wrapped around me, inside me, as we slept, made me feel safe and cared for in a way I never knew I needed.
The wakeup sex was a great way to start the day, too.
I gasped into the pillows as the slapping sounds of our bodies filled the quiet space.
“Time to come for me, baby. I want you to finish before me.”
Like he’d trained me at some point in the last two weeks, the orgasm flooded through my body on a wave of pleasure. I released a sound somewhere between keening and a sigh as my body tightened around him.
A few strokes later, Cian dropped his forehead between my shoulder blades, shuddering through his own release. He pulled out of me slowly and tapped my thigh.
“Open.”
Since we’d had the birth control/safe sex discussion, we’d given up condoms and I’d learned just how much of a caveman Cian was.
Sliding one knee up the bed, I grinned at his groan of appreciation. His fingers stroked over my sensitive flesh, working his cum over my pussy lips and pushing it back inside so he could watch it drip back out.
“So fucking sexy,” he breathed. With fingertips covered in his release, he worked my pussy until he pulled a second orgasm from me before leaving to start the shower.
When he returned, he paused in the doorway and took in my disheveled state.
“New plan. Screw Thanksgiving, we’re staying here so you can look like that for the rest of the day.”
I chuckled and gathered my strength to get upright.
“I’d love to, but I’m going shopping with Mia for tonight. We can’t let the orphans down.”
He grumbled, but faithfully followed me into the shower.
I rewarded him by getting on my knees before we got out.
He was right. His hot water system was far superior to mine.
* * *
“Good turnout tonight,”Dante muttered beside me as we watched players and the who’s who of Austin mingle over drinks while waiting for dinner to be served.
“Hopefully, they’ll raise a decent amount to donate. Do we know if they’re doing a silent auction again this year?”
Dante hummed, looking out over the crowd like someone might fuck things up if she let her guard down. In the corner of the room, Silas Johannsen, one of our first line defensemen, stood with a beer in hand and scowl on face, daring any of the reporters present to try to talk to him. Beside him, our goalie, Keaton Constantine, stood in a slouch that radiated sexual tension. Those two were trouble, if they chose to be. Dante’s eyes returned to them, but she seemed to assess them as low risk and turned her attention back to me.
“So how are you feeling about everything?”
I opened my mouth, ready to tell her all about how well Cian and I had been getting along when I realized she meant the job.
