Page 78 of The Import Slot
I want her to be.
“Do you want to be?” I raise a brow, and she pulls the covers over her head just as I catch her cheeks flaming red.
“Oh my god!” She’s giggling, and it doesn’t take me much to whip back the covers. “What are we, like twelve?” she says.
I laugh. It sounds ridiculous, but I’m keen to know.
“Well, no, but I don’t want you to be seeing anyone else. Just wondered if you want the same. I know you said no labels but—” I can feel the worry creep into my face, but she shoots up, rolling onto me.
“Yes. I do.” Her eyes are on mine again, and she leans in for a kiss. We’re laughing and smiling, and it’s all just good.
All this touching and closeness gets my dick hard again; she feels it because she rolls off me and pulls off the covers.
“Come and shower with me,” she says, pulling my arm.
She leads me into her bathroom, reaches for the shower control, and turns it.
“I want more,” she says with determination, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me. My breath catches in my throat. I’m ready for more too.
“Yeah?”
We let the shower warm up, and I hold her, kissing along her shoulder and neck until we step in, the hot water beating down on us. I need to be inside her again. I spin her around and nudge her forward so her hands grip the tiles, and I part her legs a bit and line myself up, thrusting into her from behind. I pull her back so she’s leaning on me, her back tight to my chest, allowing me to reach around and cup her tits, pulling at her nipples as I drive into her.
I don’t think I will ever tire of this feeling; my grip is firm, and her body held against mine is a closeness I’ve never felt. My mouth finds her neck, and my pace slows as I slide my right hand down her stomach to rub her clit. She moans, breathing heavier as her pussy clamps around me.
“Come for me,” I whisper into her ear, and as if on command, she does. I can feel her trembling against me, but I hold her steady.
My right hand gently grips her throat as I give her my warning. “I’m going to come, babe.”
Three slow, long thrusts into her and I grunt my release in her ear, stilling for a moment to steady us both.
“You’ve ruined me,” I say, reiterating her point earlier.
We share another kiss before my mind flicks back to a worry I have.
“You know, I only said we were just friends to my agent because that’s what she wanted to hear, right? She wants to know I’m returning so she can earn a commission.”
She nods, “I understand.” She reaches for the soap and turns to face me again. “Now tell me about this game. What the hell happened?”
“You’re obsessed. Is hockey all you think about?” Which is rich coming from me.
“Yes. And computers. And now you,” she says casually.
“Johnny played like an ass. Honestly, in all the years I’ve played with him, he’s never been so disconnected. I think it’s this stuff with Vicky. I honestly don’t know why he’s so bothered about what she’s doing.”
“And you?” she asks.
“I was distracted,” I admit.
“Because of me?”
“Honestly, because of the thought of us not being okay. Anyway, my focus will resume now.”
She nods and asks about Danny.
“Babe, the entire game was a gong show. I’m done talking about it.”
I don’t mind reviewing a game later, but the same day, nah, I need to take a beat.
