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I stepped back at the sight of her naked, rubbing my thumb across my lips, my cock lying up my belly, leaking desperately from the tip.
I reached down and gripped myself. My balls were aching to be emptied inside this woman. I could already tell how good she was going to feel. My fingers still remembered the feeling of her cunt.
I prowled across her, kissing up her stomach, reaching her tits. Fuck, they were perfect. She could smother a man with these things and he’d die a lucky bastard. I found her nipples, suckingand tugging and rolling the delicate hard buds between my teeth, cocking my hips so I could tease her entrance with the tip of my cock at the same time. She raised her hips, silently begging to be fucked.
“If you keep offering that precious cunt to me, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you as hard and fast as I want,” I said against her skin.
I moved my lips to her neck, sinking myself a little deeper inside. Inch by glorious inch, I entered her, and her cunt clenched hard around me. I’d known she was inexperienced by the way she flushed and fidgeted. By the sweet, guileless way she acted… she wasn’t used to how it felt to be wanted. It was refreshing as hell. It made everything she did sexier. Pure, unstudied sex appeal. Women like her weren’t interested in guys like me. Not until her, and tonight.
“Hmm, I want you to.” Her eyes caught mine. In the dim moonlight, they were black and huge. Soul-swallowing pits of desire.
“You want what?” I urged her. It gave me a kick to hear her hesitate to beg to be fucked.
“I want you to—do that,” she breathed.
A chuckle loosened in my chest at her reluctance to say anything more direct.
I thrust inside her another inch, then another. We still had a long way to go.
“Okay, beautiful, I’ll do that… and more. I’m going to do every single thing you’re too shy to ask for,” I murmured in her ear,then leaned my weight on one elbow and wrapped her hair around my fist, tilting her head back.
Her pussy clenched around me. I pulled her hair and pressed my dick into her hungry cunt with a slow and steady self-control I’d honed through years of training. Training for a sport like hockey gave you perfect physical discipline; it had to, or you’d never be great. Now, it took every single inch of that perfect control to hold back. To let her stretch to me. To let her relax.
“I’m—protected,” she rushed out.
I entered her.Fuck. Protection.It wasn’t like me to forget it, but it had completely slipped my mind tonight. I was following the thundering in my blood to be inside this woman. I was clean as a whistle, and I was willing to bet my future NHL career that she was, too.
She sighed. I slid farther inside, filling her up. Jesus Christ, she was perfect, her body accommodating me, her hips cradling mine, her skin the best scent I’d ever inhaled. Her ample tits pressed into my chest. I lowered myself against her and thrust the rest of the way home.
She cried out, and I grunted, the effort of not coming then and there nearly too strong to resist. But I was a master of my body. I was always in control… and I wasn’t coming until I’d made her see stars. I pulled out and pressed back in, the first full thrust curling my toes. Heat burned at the base of my spine. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I fucked her slowly, getting her nice and wet and needy. She clung to me, her head tipped back, her hips moving of their own accord.
Her body tensed and wrapped around mine, like the most beautiful instrument I’d ever played.
I snaked a hand between us, shifting back so I knelt between her legs, her body supported by my thighs and the mattress. I thumbed her clit while fucking up into her, and her legs shook. She looked at me, her eyes fearful again, scared to come, scared to let go, but I encouraged her through. Her pussy clenched ten times harder, dragging my cum from my balls. She came with a scream, and I followed right behind her. My grunt and her cry were glorious sounds, and I wondered if she saw colors in them.
I pumped her full of cum, enjoying the way it squished around my cock when I let myself rest inside her. Still hard and ready to go.
She squirmed on my cock, her eyes fluttering, and beamed a smile at me.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice smoky and rough. Beautiful.
“Hmm,” I agreed and returned my fingers to her pussy, toying with the curls that covered her mound, slipping my fingers through them. Next time, I decided, I’d come right there.
She moved her leg, sliding her cunt an inch or two off me, clearly trying to get up.
I tutted and grabbed her thigh, tugging her firmly back onto my hard-on.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded.
She blinked at me. “We’re done. I mean, you came, so…”
I flexed my hips and shallowly thrust into her, my cock harder than ever.
“So? I have stamina for days, and we’re only getting started.”
I lost track of how many times we fucked. By the time I finally collapsed on the bed, sweat-slicked and satisfyingly empty, my muscles were trembling like they did after a particularly challenging game. I left her in bed to get her a glass of water and found her already asleep when I returned. I set the water down and climbed back into bed. She shuffled away from me in her sleep, curling in on herself. It was an oddly defensive pose to sleep in. She gave the impression of someone who had trained themselves not to take up too much room. Just the thought threatened to tank my good mood. I drew her back into my chest and wrapped my arms around her. She fit there like she’d been designed for that space, and that space alone.
I drifted off, lulled by the smell of her hair tickling my nose and the reassuring weight of her sleeping body pressed against mine. I didn’t have sleepovers. It didn’t happen. But considering this was my place and not hers, and I wasn’t going to be waking her, it seemed like tonight would be a first. I wasn’t irritated about it. There had been plenty of women who would have liked a repeat performance in the morning. Maybe they’d stretch it to coffee, or worse, brunch. It was a slippery fucking slope. As a rule, I didn’t revisit the same hookup twice, even if it was just the morning after, but tonight, I’d make an exception. I’d fuck the birthday girl in the morning, a belated present, I thought to myself as I fell asleep. I was looking forward to it.
