Page 61 of Rainbow Kisses

Releasing one hand, she gripped my cock and tilted it at the perfect angle for her to sink down onto me. Her eyes fluttered closed as I breached her tight, slick pussy. She let gravity bring her down, taking each inch of me into her wet warmth until we were totally meshed together.

Sitting there like a queen, looking like my absolute best wet dream, she smiled right before she began to rock back and forth and blow my fucking mind.

Holding on to my hands for balance, she rose just a little before gliding back down, each time going a little higher anddropping back down a little slower. Holding my gaze the whole time.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded, she rode me slow and steady, like she was trying to draw it out. With her every movement, I tried my best not to blow. But it got harder with every second not to just let go. I could tell she was getting closer to another orgasm. Chasing it while pushing me.

Long seconds played out as she rode me, time suspended for this small window of time. And then her pussy clenched around me, and she bit her lip, moaning just a little. Her rhythm changed, became less smooth, a little harder, like she was chasing that O, or trying to force me over the cliff. I was determined to hold on as long as I could, but I could tell I was reaching the end of my rope.

Releasing her hands, I grabbed her hips and held her steady for my thrusts. I couldn’t keep still anymore. I needed to move. My first thrust made her eyes close as she arched over me, her hands flat against my chest. We rocked together, working toward a mutual goal, in perfect sync. I’d never experienced this with anyone else.

Finally, with a breathy moan, she tensed, her pussy pulsing around my cock. And when she fell forward and lay against my chest, boneless, I held her hips and thrust until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My release pumped into her, and I groaned as my eyes closed. Everything went black and my arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.

SIXTEEN

Rain

Feelinglike I’d just inhaled a couple of Red Bulls and a horse tranquilizer, I lay spread across Brian’s overheated body like a slug.

My bare ass was going to be cold in a few minutes but right now, I wanted to stay here forever, or at least until I needed water, which would be soon. I also felt like I had enough inspiration to write two hundred promo posts about why you should come see live hockey. And it didn’t have much to do with the game itself.

“Rain?”

“Hmm.”

“We really need to talk about this.”

I ignored the little squiggle of unease in my tummy. “About what? How amazing we are in bed together?”

He huffed out a laugh and his hand petted me from my shoulder to just above my ass. “Well, yeah, we are.”

“Then what do we need to talk about except when we’re going to do this again?”

“This, you and me, this is complicated.”

My immediate thought was,It doesn’t have to be, but I bit my tongue on that one, the logical half of my brain kicking in. Because he wasn’t wrong.

I hated the logical half of my brain right now.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled up my metaphorical big-girl panties, which I still consider to be silk and lace and sexy.

“I know that.” I lifted my head so I could look him in the eyes. “But I also know I don’t want to stop what we started. I’ve been lusting after you for years, Brian. Did you know that?”

His eyes widened in surprise before he could get his expression under control. “Years?”

He sounded stunned, which made me smile. Guys could be so clueless.

“I’ve had a crush on you since Rowdy first brought you home. I was a teenager and girl teenage hormones rage just as much as boys. You had to know.”

He shook his head. “You were completely off limits then, so no, I didn’t notice. If I had even glanced in your direction, your brothers would’ve pulverized me. And with good cause.”

“I get that. But later? Why did you never ask me out?”

“Because you were always dating other guys. When I started with the team, you were away at college. When you got home, you were dating that kid, Chisholm. Then you announced you weren’t dating hockey players. And then…”

I grimaced. “Then I went out with Zelinsky.”

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