Page 37 of Frozen Play

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“I’m not worried.” If I had my way, she’d soon claim this address for her own, but I didn’t want to go too fast for her.

She was pulling off her sweater when I came back. I threw a handful of condoms on the bed.

She looked at them, then back at me. “You have plans?”

“Oh yeah.”

She tugged at my shirt, so I whipped it off and across the room. The belt next, then I shoved off my jeans and boxers in one go. My dick was already getting hard. She looked down my body, then bit her lip.

I remembered the socks—Santa ones I’d gotten in the team Secret Santa draw. In these, Santa was playing poker.

I sat on the bed to take them off. “Next time we play, it’s gonna be strip poker.”

She pushed her jeans down over her hips. “That doesn’t sound fair. I’ll end up naked while you’re still dressed.”

I reached for her, pulling her close. “I’ll wear just my boxers as a handicap.”

Then we were naked on the bed, kissing, and my hands moved over her soft skin. Her shoulders, her back, down to her ass, pressing her against my hard cock. She was doing her own exploring, touching my chest, my abs, and my ass as well.

I broke away from her, gasping for breath. “Warning you, this is going to be quick. I’ll do better next time.”

She gave a breathy laugh and then pulled my head down to hers.

We rolled around on my bed, sometimes her on top, sometimes me, sometimes side by side, kissing, hands getting bolder. I slid a finger along her pussy and her breath hitched, her body already slick. I kept up the movement, circling her clit then moving back and sliding a finger inside her.

Her legs parted. “Where’s the damned condom?” she demanded, slapping the bed around her. Her hand managed to land on the corner of one package and quickly pulled it closer, ripping it open and passing it to me.

“You sure?” I’d normally spend more time on foreplay, but we’d gone from zero to a hundred in minutes, it seemed.

“I need you, Phin.”

I quickly gripped my cock, ready to come from those words.

I thought about hockey drills and my stats for the season (not good) while I rolled on the condom. Skye was staring at me with wide eyes, lips swollen, hair a mess. She looked incredible. She lifted her arms for me and I braced myself above her, mouths meeting in another kiss.

My dick was between her legs. She twisted, till the crown was notched against her core, and then used her hands on my ass to push me inside her. I didn’t need any more coaching, sliding into her warmth with the feeling of coming home.

I paused, body tense, holding back my orgasm as the moment hit me. I was inside Skye for the first time. The last first time, I was sure.

Her hand moved to my face. “You okay?”

I nodded. “Just…this feels big.”

Her lips twitched. “That’s what she said.”

I chuckled. “Not what I meant.”

Her smile dropped. “I know. This feels…important.”

“It is.” But as meaningful as I knew the moment was, my body was on edge. I pulled back and her lids fluttered closed. In again and she shuddered. Watching her was pushing me closer to the brink. I pulled almost all the way out of her and shoved back home.

“Yes,” she whispered. Then our bodies took over, and it was messy and noisy and perfect.

I moved a hand to press her clit and she came with a whimper. I let myself go, pleasure flooding through my veins as I exploded.

I drew in heaving breaths before carefully pulling out and removing the condom. I dropped beside her on the bed. She rolled into me, and my arms settled around her as if we’d done this a hundred times.

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