Page 20 of To Tell the Truth
"Take that shirt off. It's in my way."
Samantha whipped it off in one move and watched as Fletcher's eyes flicked to her breasts. It turned her on in a way she couldn't quite explain. She wanted to give him more and reached around to undo her bra.
"Stop." She looked up at him to see his face strained. "I like that. Keep it on."
Samantha smiled and slowly lowered herself back down on the bed to get another good look at Fletcher. Unlike him, she wanted to see everything off of him so she could admire him without clothes. And the sight only made her hungrier as she watched him rip open the condom from his wallet and roll it down his length.
Then he was back on her again, sturdy and hard against her body as he trailed kisses from the valley of her breasts to her neck, that little spot behind her ear, and her mouth again.
His cock teased her thighs, but it was her name on his lips that really made her hot.
"Samantha," he murmured against her skin. "I want you so bad right now."
"I want you too. Give me what I want."
"Would you like to take me for all I have?"
Samantha's hands roamed down his back until she got to that hockey ass of his that was at tight and hard as she dreamed it would be. "I would like that very much," she whispered in his ear.
He was moving above her now, his ass tight under her fingers before she dragged her hand up his back in anticipation of what he was going to do to her next. Fletcher pulled away for just a moment, gave her a devilish smile as he put his hand around his cock, and slipped himself into her.
He was torturing her with this slow glide into her wetness, each inch making her want him more, but then he started to move and she knew she wanted this. Wanted him.
She remembered sitting next to him at that table at his house and she could tell even then that he was an athlete who was tuned into his body, how it moved, and the space it took up in the world. She felt the same way now that Fletcher picked up his pace. He knew what his body could do, how it moved in the space of her bedroom, and exactly how he was going to make her come.
He began to speed up as his hand reached down and grabbed the inside of her thigh, opening her to him as he pushed into her over and over and over. His pace was perfect and his cock was amazing as he found the best angle to make her moan. And oh hell, she was moaning. She worried about the cheap walls in her old apartment building, wondering what the neighbors would think. But then he plunged into her, hitting the perfect spot that made her hand clutch at his hard bicep to try and ground herself. Her passion pooled in her belly as his abs brushed against her skin, his breathing heavy in her ear.
"Is this making you feel good, Samantha?" She could only moan in pleasure, but he wanted more. "Tell me my cock makes you feel good."
"So good, Fletcher," she murmured. "You're so good."
It was just the encouragement he needed as he pushed into her harder and harder now. Samantha's hands tightened against his biceps to hold herself to him as he pounded her into her mattress. She could feel his fingers pressing into the flesh of her thigh as he got closer to pushing them over the edge.
"I'm so close."
His growled, her words spurring him to act as his hips sped up. Her desire coiled tight and she couldn't hold on anymore as it took over every muscle in her body, sending her into ecstasy as Fletcher pushed into one more time before coming undone.
Fletcher took a few deep breaths to steady himself before slowly pulling away from her and collapsing next to her on her bed, his body glistening in the city lights filtering through her drapes. She rolled over and put her head on his chest as they both tried to calm themselves from the high of being together.
Fletcher smoothed her hair and kissed her head. "I'm glad I found you again."
"Me too."
He kissed her and then got up and grabbed his boxer briefs from the floor before heading to her bathroom.
And then Samantha was alone. That's when it started to sink in that Fletcher Keris --theFletcher Keris -- had screwed her senseless. It was so good and felt so different being with someone she had reconnected with after all these years. Yes, she was definitely glad that they had found each other again, but this was also really complicated and they both knew it.
Fletcher came back into her room looking delicious in his boxer briefs with his hair disheveled in a way that made Samantha proud that she had done that to him. He sat down on the bed next to her and gently slid her hair away from her face.
"I really liked spending time with you tonight."
"I feel like there's a 'but' in there," she said.
"There is." He gave her a tight smile. "I have to go so I don't miss curfew."
"The life of a hockey player."
"The life of a hockey player on the road because I live in Los Angeles."
