Page 103 of Dancing in the Rain

He groaned. “Oh, yeah, babe.”

She caressed his head, gripped and tugged his hair again, her body starting to shake as that tension inside twisted tighter. Her whimpers became higher pitched and faster.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, you taste so good.” He licked again. “So goddamn good.”

His fingers kept fucking her, stroking over that spot, and he closed his lips over her clit and sucked. She let out a small scream as pleasure ripped through her, her back arching right off the bed. He drew it out, on and on, her clit burning as she shuddered over and over.

He gave one last gentle swipe of his tongue over it and crawled up over her. She reached for him and he kissed her again, long and lush, tasting faintly spicy. He took his weight on his arms and she lifted her legs to his hips as they kissed.

“Fuck, need a condom,” he growled.

“Drawer beside the bed. Hurry.”

He reached over and yanked the drawer, but in his haste he pulled too hard and the whole drawer fell out, crashing to the floor, spreading all her crap. “Shit!”

“It’s okay.” A smile tugged at her lips. He rolled to the side and reached down to snag one of the small packets, rolled it on with lightning speed, and was back between her legs. His knees spread wide and planted into the mattress, he watched her face as he directed the head of his cock to her opening.

She bit down on her bottom lip, watching him, too. He was so beautiful, sleek and muscled. She was still throbbing when he entered her, thrusting in with impatience and barely controlled lust. Her body closed around him and a ripple of pleasure ran through her. “I-I think I just came again.”

“Christ.” Seated inside her now, he leaned down to kiss her again, one hand going to grip her calf. She slipped her hand around the back of his neck as his tongue filled her mouth, and she moaned.

His hips rolled against her, his cock sliding in and out with blissful pleasure, and he lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. It was so intimate and erotic, heat flashed through her veins, and she could only gaze back at him helplessly as yet another orgasm built inside her.

“Love that,” he gasped. “Love making you come like that…with my mouth. With my cock.”

“Yes…” Another wail slipped past her lips as more pleasure washed down through her, not as intense as the first one but no less delicious.

“It’s fast,” he groaned against her lips. He buried his face in the side of her neck. “Too fast…but holy shit, there it is…yeah.”

He pounded into her in jolting pumps once, twice, three times…then he went still with a shout muffled in her hair. She squeezed him as he pulsed inside her in release.

They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, him rolling to the side but taking her with him. Their hands stroked over each other and they shared small kisses. He moved slowly inside her in a last few strokes, still hard.

“Wow,” he muttered moments later. “That was spectacular.”

“Although short.”

He gave a lazy grin and his hand landed on her butt in a small tap. “I thought I proved my amazing endurance that night on Red’s boat.”

“Okay, yes, you did. Today I’m impressed with your efficiency and time-management skills.”

“Thank you. Good to know I have some skills.”

“Oh, you definitely do.” She snuggled in with drowsy delight. “Who was that you were having lunch with?”

“Ugh. He’s got some kind of counseling business that helps athletes figure out what they want to do with their lives after hockey.”

She jerked her head back to stare at him. “Oh, Drew. That’s so good.”

He scowled. “What’s good about it?”

She blinked. “Don’t you want to find a new career? I thought…”

“What?”

“Well, I don’t know what your money situation is, but even if you don’t need to work, I think it’s important to have something in your life…some reason for getting up every morning. A feeling that you’re making a contribution. Accomplishing something.”

“Fuck.” He closed his eyes.

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