Page 47 of The Slapshot and the Single Mom
His mouth collides with mine, but his hand doesn’t stop moving, pushing my orgasm on and on until I’m so wrung out I have to tear my mouth away and pant, “Stop. Enough. No more.”
His eyes are warm and full of affection when I meet his gaze, and he kisses me again, softer this time, his hand resting on my lower belly as he lets me recover from one of the best orgasms of my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jack
God,this woman is amazing. She’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s almost painful. And the way she came in my hand?
Breathtaking.
I can’t believe she’d think I wouldn’t find every last inch of her attractive. Part of me wonders if someoneelsemade her feel unattractive, and that thought makes me want to find her ex and punch him in the face yet again. Any time he comes up, especially in the context of some asshole thing or other he’s done or is actively doing, that’s my reaction. The thing is, I know his first name. I know he works in sports media. It probably wouldn’t be hard to find him.
I’ve resisted the urge to try to look him up, though. It might make it too hard to not show up at his studio and give him a piece of my mind. With all the free time I have on my hands, though, it’s not easy to keep resisting that urge. And every time Maggie mentions him, it becomes even harder.
Now, though, I’m focusing on her. On us. On this moment.
She kisses me back, all soft and slow, languid in the aftermath of her orgasm. God, watching her come was so hot. I want to do it again and again, as many times as she’ll let me.
When her kisses become more energetic and she brings her hand to my arm, rubbing it gently, I know she’s just about ready for me.
Rolling her onto her back, I reach for the strip of condoms and settle between her legs. After ripping one off and open, I roll it on then prop myself over her on my hands, kissing her again. As we kiss, I lower myself until we’re pressed together tightly, the tip of my dick dragging over her slick flesh, rubbing up and down, back and forth, until I find what I’m looking for. Slowly, I press inside her, and she gasps into my mouth.
I kiss the corner of her mouth and lift my head. “You okay?”
“Yes,” the word ends on another hiss, but she presses into me, letting me know it’s a good hiss. “More than okay.”
“Good,” I nearly growl, kissing her again as I move inside her, rocking slowly at first, giving her time to get used to me. I want to make this as good for her as I know it’ll be for me.
I hook my hand behind her knee and lift it up to my hip, giving me room to press that much deeper.
“Oh, god,” she groans, lifting her other leg to match, then pulling her knees back even farther.
Her breath comes in quick pants, and she’s making these soft, sexy noises with each stroke I make. I pick up the pace, her sounds spurring me on, her knees pressing into my ribs. I lift up on my knees, intending to reach between us to give her enoughextra to send her flying into bliss again, but her eyes pop open and she shakes her head. “No. No. Back. Don’t stop. Almost?—”
I don’t need anything other than that, and in no time I’m back in the position we were in, her knees up under my pecs, moving quick and steady, and she’s back to making those sounds again, and I know that means she’s getting close. So close I can feel the first involuntary spasms of the muscles in her pussy gripping my cock. I speed up just a tiny bit more, and lightning zips down my spine. I shudder as I empty myself into the condom inside her, moving as much as I’m able because I’m not sure she got there with me and I don’t want to leave her on the edge.
Spent, I collapse, rolling to the side and taking her with me. Her lips find mine, and I kiss her, slow and sweet, my hand following the curve of her spine up and down in slow caresses. Her legs are relaxed now, and we lie here for a moment before the inevitable need to clean up puts an end to the immediate post-sex cuddles.
I draw in a breath and release it on a contented sigh.
This hasn’t ever been something I aspired to, but if this is what Nick has, what Easton has now that he’s retired, what Dozer found this last season? I get what all the fuss is about. And whatever nonsense my dad always had to say about women being an unnecessary distraction …
I’m not sure he’s right. Maybe when I was sixteen or eighteen and trying to get to the pros. But now?
I’ve been missing out for too many years, and I’m not going to do that to myself anymore.
“Are you going to stay the night?” I ask Maggie a little while later. We’ve cleaned up, and she’s wearing one of my T-shirts. It’s long enough that it’s almost a dress on her. When she picked up her dress and wrinkled her nose, I held out a shirt to her, and she took it with a grin.
Now we’re cuddled up on the couch, a baseball game on the TV. She looks up at me, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Are you sure?”
“Am I sure that I want to keep doing this all night?” I ask, eyebrows raised. I give an exaggerated nod. “Absolutely. I want you to stay over as often as you want.”
She hooks her mouth to the side. “I didn’t bring any of my stuff.”
“I have a spare toothbrush. And you can use anything of mine you need. Or I can order delivery of anything you need that I don’t have.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “Okay, then. I’ll stay.”
