Page 74 of O Goalie Night
But not tonight. I’m so wound up that if I don’t get inside of her soon, my heart might give out on me.
Beth rolls her hips, rocking herself against me and I groan at the feel of the wet heat at her core.
I break the kiss and press my forehead to hers. I’m practically panting and she hasn’t even touched me yet.
“It’s going to be a struggle to go slow right now,” I say, our breaths mingling.
“I don’t want slow.” She starts to unbuckle my belt and I strip off my shirt, tossing it across the room. I allow her to slide herself off the couch so she can continue undressing me and soon my jeans and boxers are on the floor as well.
I drop to my knees and pull her panties down, pausing a moment to taste her.
“Foster,” she whimpers as my tongue parts her. “Please.”
She doesn’t need to finish the sentence. As much as she loves it, she wants more than my mouth tonight.
I stand and kiss her roughly, letting her taste herself on my lips before turning her around and bending her over the couch.
I’m so desperate to get inside her that I almost forget a key player.
Swearing under my breath, I say, “Don’t move, Baby. I’ll be right back.”
But she shoots me a flirtatious smile over her shoulder before producing a condom from somewhere on the couch.
Thank fuck.
“Your attention to detail is so hot.” I pluck the condom from her hand and tear it open, almost dropping it in my eagerness to put it on.
She giggles. “Hotter than me wearing this?”
I stare at my name stitched across her shoulders as I align myself at her entrance. “Nothing is hotter than that.” We both cry out as I slam into her. At this angle, her pussy is the tightest thing I’ve ever felt, gripping me like a vice and making me see stars.
My fingers grip her hips through the jersey as I set a steady rhythm. It feels fucking unreal. It always does. Every time with Beth is the best sex of my life.
“Faster…please,” she begs as she bucks against me and my balls throb.
Without pulling out of her, I straighten her up so her back is against my chest, then hook her outside knee up to rest on the top of the couch. I continue to move, deeper than before and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
“What do you need, Beth?” My heart is beating faster than it ever has on the ice.
“This…you. Just you,” she cries as her inner walls begin to tighten even more around me.
Fuck. I need her too. Like I’ve never needed anyone. My head swims with the realisation and I’m dangerously close to coming.
“You have me,” I tell her as I reach my hand between her thighs. “Now show me how beautiful you are when you come.” My finger circles her clit once and then presses down hard and she shatters like glass against me.
So fucking gorgeous.
I manage only a few more strokes before I join her, burying my face in her neck on a long, shuddering groan.
Life altering. Every fucking time.
When we’ve regained our senses, we straighten on wobbly legs. Beth smirks up at me as she slumps against my chest, her now off-centred ponytail tickling my chin.
“So, you do like the jersey?”
There’s that word again.Like.
“Mmmm,” is all I’m capable of as I cup her face and gently guide her mouth to mine.
