Page 66 of Love on the Ice

She visibly shivers. Which causes me to chuckle. “So, I’ll see you upstairs in bed, baby,” I repeat.

I turn away from her and move through the house and upstairs to the bedroom to strip out of my sweaty athletic clothes and get in the shower. I’m in desperate need of soap. Usually, I shower in the locker room at the arena, but today, I wanted to come home.

My muscles are sore, and my body is tired, but nothing is going to stand in the way of me pleasing my woman today. I have a game out of town, and I have to leave tomorrow. I want to get as many sessions with her as possible before I head out.

Grabbing a fluffy gray towel from the cabinet, I dry off my body and wrap it around my waist before I move toward the bedroom. I’m surprised to see that Lorelai is sitting in the center of the bed, wearing nothing except a thin tank top and panties.

She rises to her knees at the sight of me, and a shiver of desire slides down my spine. Dropping my towel, I wrap my hand around my still-damp cock and begin to stroke myself. Her nipples harden beneath her tank top, and I know she’s ready for me.

Releasing my grasp on my dick, my hand falls to my side as I make my way toward her, one step, then another, until I reach the end of the bed. I climb onto the mattress, my knees sinking into the bed before I move toward her.

I feel like I’m a predator hunting his prey, but I know without a doubt that I am Lorelai’s prey. I would do anything for her. Absolutely anything. I love everything about this woman. She is, indeed, my light.

Lifting one hand, I cup her cheek. With the other, I dive beneath her panties and cup her center. She hisses, her eyes wide and her lips parted. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I make a come-hither motion as I begin to finger fuck her the way I know she loves.

Sliding my thumb along the apple of her cheek, I shift my fingers and slip two of them past her parted lips, fucking her mouth the same way I am her pussy. Lorelai moans, her eyes fluttering closed as her head falls backward.

Beautiful.

Her hips jerk, and that’s when I know she’s close. Then she groans on another buck. As much as I want her to come, I want to taste her more. So I remove my hands from between her thighs and her lips, wrap my fingers around her waist, pick her up and toss her down on her back.

She lets out a squeak, but I don’t take even a moment to pause. Wrenching her panties down, I toss them somewhere on the floor, then push her tank up, exposing her perfect tits. I crawl up the bed, between her thighs, and touch my mouth to her nipple. My tongue snakes out, and I taste one, then work my way over to the other.

My lips travel down the center of her soft, supple body, licking and sucking every square inch until I reach her mound. I lift my head slightly, press my lips together, and blow warm air against her clit.

She’s hot, wet, and ready for me. “Please, Reid.”

“Please what, baby?”

She lifts her hips, but I don’t make a move, even though I know exactly what she wants. What I promised. I’m going to make her ask for it, mainly because I know that it makes her wet when I make her do shit like this.

“I need you,” she whispers.

“You need me for what?”

She lets out a heavy sigh, then lifts her hips again. “I need your mouth between my legs.”

“Yeah, you fucking do, baby.”

And that’s exactly what I give her. My mouth between her legs, owning up to the promise of making her come. She does, against my tongue, and I taste her until her body stops trembling. Slowly, I move up her body, touching my mouth to hers at the same time I slide into her.

Lorelai wraps her legs around me, moaning against my lips, and I make good on my promise of making her come for a second time. Then I chase my own release, needing to empty myself deep inside of her.

Burying my face against her neck, my balls draw up, my back tingles, and I moan through my climax. I’m balls deep inside of heaven. I don’t know how I got to be this lucky, but every day, I vow that I will never take it for granted.

“Reid,” she breathes.

I grunt against her neck. Her nails scratch down my back, finding purchase against my ass, and she squeezes. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes, my gaze so hazy I have to force myself to concentrate.

“I’m pregnant,” she announces.

My eyes widen, then my lips curve up into a grin. I don’t say anything. I can’t. My voice has completely been stolen. The air has been squeezed from my lungs. Before I utter a single word, I press my lips against hers.

Lifting my head, I search her gaze with my own. “I hope it’s a girl who looks exactly like her gorgeous mama,” I rasp.

“So you’re happy?” she asks.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, baby. Fuck, this is amazing. I love you so much.”

I kiss her again and again, then my cock twitches inside of her, and I make love to my beautiful wife once more, bringing her to climax all over again.

I couldn’t ask for a better life.

I couldn’t dream of a better life.

This is my world, and I never want it to end.

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