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Lucky
Ithink it’ssafe to say that most men aren’t all up in their feelings much of the time.It’s true that mine have always centered around my family and hockey.
But sitting on the ice with Winnie, baring our souls… it created something inside me that I can’t quite name.I feel charged and there’s a magnetic heat swirling around us.
It’s why Buttermilk is secured in his pen so he can’t get destructive while we’re otherwise occupied.It feels like a live wire snaps between us whenever I kiss her.
Her lips open to me, her tongue tangling with mine, and every part of me roars to life with a hunger I couldn’t fake if I tried.
Her bed is the center of the action, the blanket long ago pushed to the floor.I frame her face with both hands, kissing her like I need her to breathe.Her hands roam over my chest and stomach, my muscles tightening as she traces the lines of my abs.The anticipation of her touching my cock is heightened when her fingers drag back up.Such a tease and it does something feral to me.Her touch is seductively bold and painfully coy, and I want more of it.
All of it.
I grip her hips and haul her tight against me.She gasps when my body presses flush with hers, my arousal landing right where she’s already warm and wanting.That sound she makes, like she’s desperate, shoots straight through me.
“Lucky,” she moans.
“What do you need?”I whisper, nipping at her jaw.
“I don’t know,” she gasps, squirming in my embrace.
I know and I’ll give it to her.
We kiss harder, more frantically—each pause just long enough to whisper dirty words.My shirt hits the floor, then her tank top.She fights with my jeans, her feet helping to shove them down, and I laugh into her mouth when we nearly topple off the bed in our urgency.Every time a barrier comes off, we dive right back in, kissing like we’ve never had anything so good in our lives.
When I finally remove her bra, I’m breathing like I’ve just come off a shift on the ice.With her panties gone… naked.Both of us.
Winnie stares at me.Her eyes lock on my cock and she whispers, “That is magnificent.”
I can’t help but laugh—deep, rumbling and it feels good to have fun in bed with a woman.“It’s all yours, baby.”
The look she gives me… it’s like my words hit a switch.Her gaze drops between us again, lingering on me with a mix of awe and hunger.I didn’t think it possible, but I grow harder yet.
She swallows, then whispers, “I like to think of it as an adventure.”
I snort and lean in to brush my nose along hers.“The Lucky roller coaster.I know you can take it.”
“I can totally take it,” she purrs, tracing her fingers along my jaw.“I’ve got a toy about that size and—”
I choke on a groan, loud and unfiltered, cutting her off.“Winnie… for fuck’s sake.You’re my sweet, innocent, reserved girl.You can’t say things like that.”
She laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief and then she reaches between us.Her hand wraps around me and my breath freezes.The way she strokes—yeah, I’ve never been harder in my life.
Nor as focused on getting her off.I push her hand aside and although she issues a sound of dismay, it warbles away as I move down her body.I settle between her thighs and push her legs wider.Her eyes are luminous with lust.I drag my fingertips gently through her soft curls and then look up at her.
I dip one finger inside and feel how ready she is.Her eyes flutter closed.“You’re so fucking wet.”
She smirks as she blinks her eyes open.“Your fault.”
I slide in another finger and twist, feeling her body arch.When I pull out, she emits a desperate sound that might haunt me in the best way.
I nudge her legs farther apart, duck down, and bury my face between her thighs.The first touch of my tongue makes her cry out, high, sharp, raw.She covers her face with both hands, like even the sound embarrasses her.
I smile against her—tongue, lips, fingers, all of it getting in on the action.She tastes incredible.She tastes like Winnie.
Her hips rock, her hands claw at the sheet and then my hair.I give her everything, and when her orgasm hits, it rips through her so hard I can feel it in the tension of her thighs around my head.
But I’m not done.
