Page 61 of Goalie Interference

I bit back a smile. I felt sexy. A goddess. But I wanted more.

Remy was quick, tie and jacket flying before his fingers slid down his shirt, releasing the buttons at top speed. He pulled the shirt out of his pants and slid it off, then tugged his undershirt over his head.

Mmmm.I hadn’t been with Ollie during his playing days. He’d still been fit, but not like this. The chest Remy revealed pulled my gaze, hard pecs, dark chest hair spilling down toward his pants which no longer had a belt and now…were dropping to the floor. He wore black boxer briefs, and his cock was pressing against the fabric. I didn’t need to worry—he was into this.Veryinto this.

He dropped onto the bed to pull off his pants and socks. One hand swept the pile of clothing off, and then he pulled me down to sit on his lap.

“What do you want, Sophie?” he whispered. His hand on my hip slid under the strap of the thong, pulling the fabric against my sex and making me moan. “We can fuck. I can eat you out. You could ride me, or—no, not doggy style. I want to see your face.”

That made things inside me flutter, things that weren’t just about sex.

“Any of it. All of it.” The mental images I had were winding up my arousal.

“Do you have condoms? I didn’t…”

“Bedside table.” I waved a hand in that direction and he leaned forward, displaying impressive core muscles as he held me, reaching into the drawer and grabbing the box. Once he’d dropped it on the bed and straightened up, he pulled me into another kiss, plundering my mouth while his hands roamed. He fell back, rolling us on the bed until I was beneath him. Moving backward, his lips ran down my body till he reached the thong.I’d be embarrassed about how wet I was if I hadn’t seen his cock fighting against his briefs.

He nosed down the front of the panties before moving toward my core, and I fisted my hands on the duvet to keep from grabbing his hair and forcing him where I wanted him. He hummed, close enough that the vibrations almost but unfortunately didn’t touch me. His hands, which had moved across my stomach and down my thighs, finally paused. One finger slid the thong aside and he licked up my pussy. I jolted and his free hand pressed down on my hip. I found my hands in his hair without my conscious thought.

He hummed and licked me again, and a moan slipped through my lips as I struggled between pushing closer and pushing away. It was too much and not enough.

He pulled back and my fingers gripped harder in his hair. “Can you keep still?”

I drew in a shaky breath. “I don’t know. I can try.”

“Good girl.”

I willed myself to relax. His lips whispered across my labia and then one thick finger slid inside me. I was wet enough that there was no resistance, and I squirmed to get more. Then his lips clamped onto my clit and sucked.

I levitated, mind blanked out. My orgasm crashed over me.

When I opened my eyes, body relaxed, Remy looked up at me. “You came?”

I let out a long breath. “Oh yeah. Give me a minute and I can return the favor.”

He lay down beside me. “If you touch my dick with your mouth, I’m going to come immediately. I’d rather do that inside you. If you’re good with that.”

“Definitely. But maybe I can take off the thong now.”

“Allow me.”

Remy

Watching Sophie come had been one of the sexiest things I’d seen in my life. Somehow, her wearing the red lace made it better, though it was definitely time for naked. I wanted to see and touch her breasts and her pussy. Her languid hand wave, muscles limp as a result of my going down on her, made me feel powerful.

I leaned up on one elbow so I was better positioned to deal with her lingerie. The bra opened at the front, so it took only a moment to flick the clasp and release her tits. I leaned over, kissing one nipple then the other. When she sighed in contentment I repeated the move, adding tongue.

She slid a hand into my hair, not tugging, just connecting. So I worshiped her breasts with my mouth, using my free hand to stroke and tweak the one I wasn’t sucking on. Her hand gripped and loosened in my hair, the flash of pain a turn-on new to me. Not that I needed any help, not when the taste of her lingered in my mouth. Not while her nipples were hard peaks under my touch.

But my dick needed attention, so I sat up, shoving down my boxer briefs to let it loose. I shuffled down the bed to be able to slide off her thong without damaging it.

I looked up to where she was watching me. “You okay to…” Sayingfuckfelt awkward and crude, andmaking lovelike I was making more out of this than it was.

Her lips curved up. “You get that condom on and I’m very okay.”

It took me a couple of seconds to find it and get it on, hands shaky, finally kicking off my boxer briefs. She slid up the bed, spreading her legs, making room for me. I ran my hand over her, memorizing the softness of her skin. Then I slid my fingers between her legs, feeling moisture from her arousal. I’d done that. Made her wet and ready. Once between her legs, I held my dick, rubbed it against her till I felt her core.

“Remy…” she whispered.

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