Page 35 of Must Love Hockey
She’s not making me wait right now, though. She reaches into my boxer briefs and wraps her hand around my cock.
My breath stutters, and at the sound of my struggle, her dark eyes dart up to mine. They’re wondering what I’m going to do next.
Slowly, I let out my breath, and I clench my hands into fists. “You’re killing me. You know that?”
Then she smiles, and I can see her relax. Shoulders easing, she strokes her thumb across my cockhead, which almost kills me. Meanwhile, that smile plays on her gorgeous mouth.
My body is wired with tension and sweet anticipation.Lord, give me patience. I unclench one of my fists and reach down to smooth Emily’s silken hair with my palm. I force my muscles to relax. It isn’t just for her sake. I don’t want to rush through any of this experience.
She leans in and kisses my stomach, and I cradle her smooth face against my body, stroking the nape of her neck. She hums softly against my skin, kissing her way toward my happy trail and then rubbing her soft cheek against my belly, like a friendly cat.
“Mmm,” I hear myself say as I get a lock on my self-control again.
She tugs down the elastic of my briefs and frees my cock completely. “Oh geez,” she whispers, and my stomach pulses with a chuckle.
I’m just taking another deep breath when she slips her lips over my tip and takes me against her tongue.Aw, hell. That’s good. No—that’smagic. My abs clench as she uses her palm to slowly pump my shaft, while she sucks on my cockhead.
A hot gasp escapes my chest, and my fingers tighten in her hair.
She glances up at me again, and the sight of her taking my cock with lips stretched wide does nothing for my self-control. Her naked body undulates beneath me, and the view is almost too much.
But I’m a glutton for this kind of torture. So I widen my stance, shove down my trousers and briefs, and guide her hand to my balls, which are tight with arousal.
Her mouth is eager, and I throw back my head and close my eyes. She works me over, slowly inching me toward the edge of my climax.
She moans, and the sound threatens to wreck me. “Enough, sweetheart,” I bite out. As I withdraw, the loss of sensation makes me groan.
Emily sits back on her heels, pupils blown, lips wet and swollen. She looks a little shellshocked. In a good way.
I kick off the remainder of my clothing and then lie down on my back. “Come here.” I crook my finger as she turns around to face me.
I reach for the bedside table and remove a condom from the drawer and hand it to her, just to make sure she’s onboard.
She opens the pouch and takes out the condom. She offers it to me. “You’d better, um, do the honors.”
So I do, while she watches me with reverent eyes.
“Come closer, sweetheart,” I rasp. I grasp her hips and lift her until she’s straddling me.
For the first time since we walked in the door, she looks hesitant. That won’t do at all.
“Up here,” I whisper, beckoning again.
She leans down to kiss me, and I draw her in, wrapping my arms around her warmth and kissing her with all I’ve got.
That does the trick. Emily relaxes against my chest. After I give her a thorough reminder of how much we need each other, she’s practically purring in my arms. I tug her hips up my chest. At first, she doesn’t take the hint. She’s too busy kissing me.
One more tug breaks our kiss. I slide her body up my torso, forcing her to grab the headboard as I pull my prize towards my mouth.
“Oh,” she gasps, finally taking my meaning. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly—”
However that sentence was supposed to end, I don’t hear it.
I hear a long, helpless moan, instead.
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Emily
