Page 65 of Icebound Attraction

Without wasting any more time, I grab a condom and rush to penetrate her. We both sigh loudly.

To be united with her in this way is a divine sensation. I hold her by the neck with my right hand and slip my thumb into her mouth. She sucks and nibbles on it while my left hand holds her by the hip. After a few violent strokes, I have to stop to avoid cumming right away. I kiss her hungrily before turning her onto her stomach and penetrating her from behind. Emily rotates her hips and bites my pillow. This woman really drives me crazy. My fingers dig deep into her skin as I hold her by the shoulders and penetrate her deeper. Sweat breaks out on my forehead and I can't hold back any longer. With a few quick, hard strokes, I make us both come.

Out of breath and with a smile of satisfaction, I roll over and lie down next to her. She turns to me.

Her tousled hair, her rosy cheeks, her post-orgasm glow and her incredible, loving eyes... For quite a while, we just stand there looking at each other. There's something intimate and familiar about the silence.

I'd never want to be without it again.

I rub my eyes and stretch gently. Emily is still lying beside me. Her peaceful sleep is like a precious moment of calm in the midst of all the exciting events of late.

Her breathing is steady and I can't help but stare at her for a moment, fascinated by the beauty she exudes. I detach myself from her embrace and stand up as discreetly as possible.

Last night's perfume still lingers in the air, proof of the passion and closeness we shared. When I look in the bathroom mirror, I can't suppress a smile. My hair is completely disheveled, and I have a small hickey on my chest.

After a pleasant shower, I slip into fresh clothes and head for the kitchen. The smell of coffee quickly fills the room.

Holding the steaming mug in my hands, I look again at Emily, still asleep. Her eyes, her smile, her closeness - it all means so much more to me than I could ever put into words.

I also pour her a cup of the scalding black liquid and place it on the bedside table. Carefully, I lean over her and kiss her on the forehead.

“Emily... It's time to wake up,” I whisper.

Her eyelids flutter and she finally opens her beautiful eyes. A sleepy smile forms on her lips, and I can't help but return it.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” I say softly.

“Good morning,” she murmurs, squirming in bed. “What a night...”

“Yes, huh...”

I hand her the cup of coffee and she accepts it gratefully.

“You're the best!” she says, taking a sip.

I just smile and sit on the edge of the bed. It's so familiar, so nice to be with her - even in these simple moments. But now it's time to face the challenges of the day. I have a training session to attend and Emily is starting her new job at the newspaper.

As she dresses, I can only stare at her, fascinated by her beauty.

“You look great,” I whisper.

She smiles and winks at me.

“You're not bad yourself!” she argues, laughing.

I want to undress her straight away and spend the rest of the day in bed with her. But instead, I force myself to hand her her bag.

The kiss she gives me is tender, before she turns away and heads for the road.

The day is now ahead of me, full of challenges and possibilities, and I feel that with Emily by my side, I can overcome anything.

The ice rink greets me with its familiar sounds - the scraping of skates and the clacking of sticks on the ice. But after training, something is different.

Chase and I are side by side, in full gear, waiting for Coach Franklyn. He says he wants to talk to us for a moment, and I can't help but stress.

It's not long before he approaches us and takes us both aside in his office. A smile spreads across his face, a sign, I hope, of good news. With each step, I feel my excitement rising.

“Have a seat, guys,” he says, pointing to the chairs in front of his desk.

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