Page 48 of The Goalie and Santa's Little Helper

“I love you,” I utter against her skin as she pulls her shirt away and tosses it on the floor.

My tongue teases her belly button as I work my way down her body. My fingers wrap around the lacy trim that hugs her hips, pulling her panties down slowly. I kiss just below her belly button, then the trail of hair that leads to her pussy. She lifts her hips, and I slide her panties down her legs before running my palms up the insides of her thighs, spreading her open.

“I love you,” I say, my lips peppering soft kisses up her inner thigh.

I pause at her swollen center and let my tongue take its first taste. The slight flick from me makes her curl her toes and arch her back again. I slip my palms under her ass and hold her to my face, humming the words against her clit.

“I love you.”

She moans.

My tongue presses against her soft, swollen skin, and I lick slowly, sucking her in, then stroking her with my tongue yetagain. She writhes beneath me, her thighs squeezing my head, so I widen her knees, making her take every lick.

“Noah, I . . .” She shivers, and I slide my hand up to push a finger inside of her as I flick her clit with my tongue.

Her hands dive into my hair. She thinks she has to hold me to her, but I never want to leave.

“I love the way you taste. I love this pussy. Fuck, Frankie. I never want to stop eating this pussy,” I say, every word I speak marked by my lips against her skin.

I add a second finger, pushing in and out of her as her hips buck against my mouth. Her center pulses, and when her legs close around me again, I know she’s on the edge.

“Come for me, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. I love you, I love you, I?—”

Her head falls back, and she grabs my pillow to stifle her whimpers, her pussy practically vibrating against my tongue as I flick and tease every last wave of pleasure from her body. When she’s finally done, I slide up so I’m lying next to her. Her hand immediately reaches down my stomach and under the band of my sweatpants, but I cup her hand with my own, stopping her while I still have an ounce of self-control.

“Tonight is all about you,” I say against her ear.

I shift her until her back is flush against my chest. I can’t help that my hard cock is pressing into her ass. And maybe I won’t be able to last as long as I hope. But I do want to show her in every way I can how much I mean those words.

“I love you,” I murmur into her ear, snaking one hand around her body to cup her breast, teasing the hard peak between my finger and thumb. My other hand slides around her hip and between her legs, my fingers gliding against her still-wet pussy, trembling from her last orgasm.

She gasps, then breathes out, “I love you.”

I chuckle softly and press a kiss to the back of her neck.

“You love this,” I say, sinking a finger inside of her.

She moans but shakes her head.

“I do love that,” she says, squirming in my arms until she’s facing me.

She presses a hand to either side of my face, kissing my lips softly before peeling back enough so I’m looking into her eyes.

“I love you more, though. More than any of this. I always have, Noah. I was meant for you.”

I shake my head and pinch her chin gently.

“I was meant foryou,” I say, tugging her mouth to mine and kissing her hard.

I let her win our mini wrestling match until her body is caged between my arms. But I don’t let her touch me until she comes again, and I make sure this second time takes an hour.

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frankie

The thing is,my dad doesn’t look sick.

I watched him laugh and bellow his trademarkho, ho, hoall day yesterday and most of today. The only time I’ve seen him look fatigued is when he’s on the ice. I figured it was just him being out of shape. He hasn’t skated much since the boys left for college. But now that I’m looking with clear eyes, I see how tired he is all the time.

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