Page 77 of The Import Slot
“I’ve never felt so full.”
I am grateful for the moment, too, because my balls are screaming at me for release.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I say.
She takes my breath away as she rocks gently, bringing herself up and back down. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head. It feels too good. Her movements are slow and steady, causing me to suck in air through my teeth. I’m watching as our bodies join so perfectly and seeing my dick disappear inside her is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure I’ll be able to last long like this; I have to reposition.
I grab her hips and roll her onto the bed, still inside her, pulling her to the edge of the bed. My mouth finds hers again as I thrust, slow and steady, my rhythm building.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.” She closes her eyes and lets out a breath. “Faster,” she says. “Right there.” And I do, reaching for her clit. “Where have you been all my life?” she says.
Funny because I was wondering the same thing.
This position isn’t ideal, either. “I’m not going to last long,” I confess. I can feel my release building.
“I’m coming,” she breathes, and so do I, her orgasm bringing me over the edge with her. The look of ecstasy on her face tells me she feels exactly the same as I do. I can’t find the words to describe it properly, but that look is one that I want to remember forever.
Our chests are touching as I collapse, trying not to put all my weight down.
“That was nice.” She’s beaming up at me.
“Just nice?”
“I don’t want to inflate your ego even more.” She’s hilarious because my ego isn’t even that big. “Well, if that’s what sex is supposed to be like, then I’ve been missing out.” I know what she means.
“Be right back,” I say, kissing her forehead.
I get up and get a washcloth from the bathroom, taking it through to Jen, cleaning up before we climb under the sheets and lie close.
It was quick but incredible and I can’t wait to do it again.
Jen’s attention is elsewhere.
“Tell me about your game,” she says.
“It was shit. Nothing else to tell.”
I don’t want to talk hockey right now. I need to know the answer to my question, so I prompt her again.
“You didn’t answer me earlier. Will you come to Canada?” I ask.
Her head is on my shoulder, my left arm around her, my finger tracing a line over her back with a gentle tickle. The question hangs in the air; is she avoiding it? Shall I take it back?
“Yes,” she says after what feels like an eternity. She sits up and looks at me before leaning in to kiss me. “Yes, I would. I will, I mean. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever agreed to.” She bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but join in. “Well, I’d need to find a job and all that first,” she says.
“Nah, I’ve got you.”
“I appreciate that, but I like my independence. I enjoy my work, and I want to pay my way.”
“Yeah, I love that you are and that you do, but it’s not a major rush. You wouldn’t want for anything.”
“Is that a perk you give to all of your friends?” She’s got a smirk on her face, and I can’t help but test the waters.
“No, just my girlfriend,” I shrug.
“Am I your girlfriend?” she asks, her eyes wide. I’ve honestly not had a girlfriend before, and I didn’t really plan on having one, but the thought of us seeing other people is too much to bear.
