Page 74 of Press Your Luck

The more he praised me, the more I wanted to give him. I hadn’t always been very nice to him. I hadn’t been truthful to him about how he made me feel, although I hadn’t been honest with myself either. I wanted to change that. I wanted him to know how wonderful I thought he was. How much I admired him not as a hockey coach, but as a man. I wanted him to know about the babies and to be happy about it. I still didn’t have the words, but I could show him, so I did.

I stroked and sucked until he finally pushed me away. “I want to be in you, baby.”

I smirked. “You are.”

“You know what I mean. Someday, I’ll let you suck me dry, but right now, give me your pussy.”

I slid up his body and hovered over his dick. I settled over him, taking him in.

“Yes ...” He levered up, wrapped his arms around me, and held me to him. His lips found mine, and he kissed me until I was dizzy.

I whimpered with need.

“Okay, baby.” His lips trailed down my neck, and finally, he lay back. “Take what you want, Naomi.”

I rested my hands on his chest, over his heart. That was what I wanted. But the words stayed hidden. Instead, with my gaze holding his, I started to ride until pleasure took hold.

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Pierce

If I died and went to heaven, it would be as blissful as this moment. I watched Naomi move over me. She was so graceful. So beautiful. Beauty in motion. I was in awe of her. Being mesmerized was the only thing that was keeping me from blowing my load the minute she took me in. I was so fucking hard from her mouth on my cock that I could barely see straight. A part of me wanted to come in her mouth, to watch her drink up my essence. But more than that, I wanted this. I wanted to be inside her body, watching her face as pleasure consumed her, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock.

When she came, I sucked in a breath, holding off long enough to watch her fully succumb to pleasure. Then I let go, bucking underneath her as I emptied.

I’ve had plenty of satisfying sex in my life, but with Naomi it was satisfying at an entirely different level. It was more than the pleasurable pop of orgasm, like scratching an itch. The experience filled my entire body, consumed me. It wasn’t just lust but something more, something soul-deep.

Is this lovemaking? The way my heart thumped hard at the thought tells me it is, in which case I must be in love.

I pulled Naomi close, loving the way she rested her head on my shoulder, her hand over my heart. Could she tell that it was beating for her? I wanted to tell her everything that I was feeling, but my mouth stayed shut except for a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

Up until last night, Naomi had done everything she could to tell me our being together was wrong. The one time I talked to her about giving us a try, she couldn't get away from me fast enough. Had it been too much, too soon, or was this just about sex for her? Either of those were good reasons for me not to say anything at this point. Not unless I wanted to risk the rejection of her quickly kicking me out of her room.

She made an annoyed groaning sound as she pushed off me. "Sorry, nature calls."

I watched her naked form as she made her way to the bathroom. Jesus fuck, she was beautiful. She’d put on a little weight, but it made her sexier as far as I was concerned. I’d just come hard, but my dick was ready to go again.

A few minutes later, she made another groaning sound. "Oh, my God, my hair is a mess."

I grinned, knowing that it looked that way because of the way I ran my fingers through it. "Sorry." But of course, I wasn't.

I imagined her looking at herself in the mirror, her hair wanton, her lips swollen from my kisses. In an instant, I envisioned taking her from behind, right there in the bathroom, the both of us watching each other in the reflection of the mirror. I hopped out of the bed and started making my way to the bathroom.

"I need my brush. It's in my purse.”

I peeked into the bathroom. "You don't need a brush."

She gave me a look. "With all this hair, if I don't get the rat nests out now, I'll never get them out." She turned back toward the mirror, working through a tangle.

I considered pushing my luck, but maybe it would be better if I let her comb her hair and then she wouldn't be thinking about it. Instead, she’d be thinking about me again. "I'll get your purse."

I walked over to the small table in the room where her purse was sitting. "Do you just want me to grab it out of your purse?"

"Sure."

I reached in her purse, grabbing the brush by the handle and pulling it out. As I did, a piece of paper came out and fluttered to the floor. I reached down to pick it up to put it back in her purse. As I moved to slip it back in, I stopped, frowning as I studied the image on the paper. It was similar to the images that at one time Reed and later Bo waved in my face with glee, telling me they were pictures of their babies. All I ever saw was a gray blob, but of course I expressed my happiness for them as I tried to decipher a baby from the picture.

I glanced at the top right thinking maybe it belonged to someone else.

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