Page 103 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts
He took my place, and I kissed him before climbing on top. “Where’s the lube?”
“Don’t know.”
I looked around but didn’t see it.Shit.I ran a finger over my ass, which was still slick, so I spat in my hand and worked the saliva around his cock. Hoisting myself into position, I braced the head of his cock against my hole. He was thick, so I moved my hips in small circles, hoping to work it inside gradually.
“I love when you ride me, babe. You get so crazy.”
“Like you don’t?”
He thrust his hips and slid inside, making me gasp again.
“Holy God, you’re big.”
He closed his eyes, his face morphing into a mask of pleasure as I began moving up and down. “Shit, babe. Ride me like you mean it.”
I sped up, grunting with every descent. Fucking felt different this way. Instead of being pounded so fast the fullness never faded, riding stretched me out over and over. Every time I sank down on him, his thickness opened me up again.
Pip got loud. I knew from him riding me that the sensations were incredible when you were on the bottom. Every time the person on top slides down, their muscles suck you in. I bounced harder, and he thrust up to meet me. He sped up, and I cried out with every thrust.
“Fucking… hell,” he grunted through clenched teeth.
“So fucking good.”
We built to a fever pitch, then took a break again. I wanted him to fuck me while I was on my back. Quickly changing positions, he pushed inside and began moving right away. He let himself down on top of me, and I loved the way his brawny arms held me. Leaning forward, he angled his shoulders down and shortened his thrusts, making it difficult for me to push up to meet him.
Our eyes locked, and my body shuddered when he found my prostate. My cock moved rhythmically between our bellies with his every move. The space was tight, hot, and wet with our sweat. It felt a lot like I was fucking him, except I wasn’t having to move my hips to do it.
My orgasm wasn’t far away, but as much as I needed to come, I wanted this moment to last a little longer. We’d been through so much over the last few months, and we needed this togetherness—the blazing need and raw sex, the possessing and being possessed. It was part of us, the part we used to say I love you more than anything, and I need you more than air. Weweren’t always good with words, but we’d figured out how to share the feelings.
Pip must have been thinking the same thing because he kissed me. I sucked his tongue while we chased the massive high we got from coming together. The taste of sweat, combined with the raunchy smell of sex in the air, was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and the lurid slap of flesh against flesh drove me insane with need.
Breaking the kiss, he muttered, “Real close, Sven.Damn.”
“I’m almost there too.”
His face dripped sweat, his eyes were glassy, and his jaw was set. He stared into my eyes while he tightened his hug and slammed in hard. All at once, he erupted inside me. His labored, throaty grunts met with my harsh cry, and we clutched each other while our bodies spasmed. The space between us grew slick with my cum, increasing the slide and milking even more out of me.
His angle shifted, and I could move again. His hard thrusts eased into short pushes, and I met him with gentle movements of my hips. Neither of us was ready to let the moment go, even though we’d given all we had.
He lowered his head for another kiss, then rolled to the side, slipping out of me. I turned to face him and wriggled until my head was on his shoulder. What we had was too good to let go, and we were safe in each other’s arms.
Chapter 29
Gags
From the timewe arrived in Sweden, I’d been obsessed with the fact that it never really got dark. The night before we were supposed to leave, I asked Sven if he wanted to walk in the woods near the hotel. Although it was about eleven o’clock, it seemed more like twilight. The horizon was tinged with pink, and while the sky was darker than it was during the day, there was still plenty of light.
“You like it here, don’t you?” Sven asked as we made our way down a trail.
“Hell yes. Sweden is gorgeous. I don’t know how you brought yourself to leave.”
He shrugged. “I always wanted to live in America. When I had the opportunity to play in the NHL, it was a no-brainer.”
After we stepped around a pile of sticks on the ground, I asked, “Would you move back here?”
“If you really wanted to live here, I would. It’s an amazing country, and it would be fun to spend time here again, but not by myself.”
“Maybe we should get a place here. We could live in Sweden during the summer when it’s so hot in DC.”
