Page 61 of Taking It To Overtime

I bite down on my mouth to stop my moan.

“Can I return the favor?” I have a feeling I’m going to feel the same way.

Robbie’s hand is at the front of his pants, pressing against the bulge of his erection. I know he must ache. He hisses at my words, squeezing his cock even through the linen, his face looking pained. I reach for his waistband, my fingers just brushing the front placket when he stops me.

“Vera. No.”

No is a complete sentence, but I’d be lying if my feelings weren’t a little hurt. I draw back and duck my head. I don’t want him to feel like he has to let me suck his dick.

“If you get your mouth or hands on my dick, I’m going to come. I want to be inside you once before that happens.”

Well, that was decidedly flattering.

“Do you need a minute?” I ask, “Or can you take your pants off now?”

His trousers pool on the floor before I finish my sentence and then he’s climbing up my body like a starving beast hunting its prey. I lie back, letting his arms bracket my head as his shoulders block out the overhead light. He dips his nose to trace a line up my neck.

I spread my thighs so his hips can settle between them, surprisingly slim given the rest of his size. I’m used to tall guys, especially in the modeling world, but even there the muscles are carefully built for show. Robbie is all brute strength. Not designed in a gym, but built from hours upon hours of time on the ice. He makes even me feel small. Delicate.

I find his mouth with mine, tasting the tang of my arousal on his lips. I love this. My taste on his tongue, my flower on his heart. The head of his cock right there at my entrance. He drops a hand to squeeze the base, his gorgeous eyes rolling back as they close. I’m so wet he can slide in with no problem, but I’m pretty sure he’s trying to rein himself in more than aim.

I rock my hips because he feels good here, over me, but also because I like seeing the way the little white lines bracket his mouth and feeling his muscles lock down.

“Fuck, Vera. Slow down. Condom. We need… I don’t have…I didn’t think…”

“Bedside table,” I whisper in his ear, because Ididthink. From the moment I straddled him in his hotel room, I knew—or hoped—we’d end up right here. A box of Trojans was a simple thing to grab.

He pulls a small foil packet out of the dresser and opens it with his teeth. Something that shouldn’t be sexy in its own right, but has my legs shifting to grip his hips better. He shuts his eyes as he tries to roll the latex over his length, clearly unpracticed. I cover his hands with mine.

“Let me.” I push him back until he’s sitting on his heels, then I pinch the tip and roll the rubber down. Robbie’s shaking by the time I squeeze the base of his shaft. I want to drag my hand back up his length, committing his size and shape to memory, but his heavy breathing tells me not to push my luck. “Sit down.”

“Wha—” he sits back on his ass, legs stretched out in front of him and I throw one thigh over his. His cock twitches between us, and even through the latex I can see the smooth, dark red head and a pearly bead of pre-cum at the tip.

“Trust me.” I push up on my knees and position myself above his erection. “Ready?”

Robbie nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows, and I notch him at my entrance. I lower myself slowly, feeling the stretchand fullness as I adjust to his size. I splay my thighs, pushing down until he bottoms out and when his hands flex on my hips I can’t help but whimper. He feels good. Better than good. Best I’ve ever had and we’ve barely started.

“Fuck Vera. Don’t move.” Robbie’s eyes are screwed shut. “You feel better than I remember. Better than… fuck.” His hips shift undermine, but the angle won’t allow deep thrusts. I clench my inner muscles and he curses a blue streak, fingers biting into my hips.

I loop my arms around his neck and lean back, feeling his cock bump into the front wall of my pussy. His hips jerk as if he can’t help it, and my vision whites out as he hits something fan-fucking-tastic.

“There,” I moan the word and Robbie grinds up into me, hitting that same spot again and again. I picked this position to prolong the sex because I control speed and depth, but I didn’t know it could feel likethis.

“God your tits.” His mouth fastens to my left nipple and I moan, circling my hips as the tension winds higher. “How are you even prettier than I remember?”

“Designer clothes and a nauseatingly expensive haircut?” I pant in and out after every word.

“No.” He says the word around my nipple and my whole body twitches. We both groan. “My brain had to protect me somehow. Had to pretend you weren’t everything I ever wanted so I could make something of myself.”

“Robbie,” He switches his attention to my other breast, his hips slapping up into mine. Everything inside me spasms. “I need you to touch me.”

His hand drops to my clit, circling just the way I taught him.

“Vera,” he pants my name, “I’m gonna…fuck baby… I need you to… please.”

I’m not sure I’m going to make it with him. Not surprising given the two orgasms I’ve already had, but I don’t want to break his heart. This feels amazing. He’s turning my muscles to jelly, and just as I’m trying to figure out what I should do, his hips stutter, he groans into my chest, and I surprise myself as I come again.

“Tell me everything.”Spags angles the blades of his skates, kicking snow up onto my toes as he slides to a stop. “Are you engaged? Was the sex fantastic? Can I be a groomsman? Oooooh or your officiant? Where’s the ceremony? What about Lake Como? Isn’t that where all the famous peeps go? Or Vegas. Vegas is always an option. And…”

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