You Had Me at Hockey (Bears Hockey #2) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,42
press the heel of my hand there and a low groan vibrates in her chest. Then I slip my fingers inside the lace and caress the softest skin with my blunt fingertips. A gasp escapes her, and I play there while I torture her breasts with my lips and tongue and, gently, teeth. I slip a finger between the plump folds, finding slick heat.
“Perfect,” I breathe against her skin. I probe deeper. “So wet.”
“I know.” Her hips tilt up. “Oh God, I know, I’m aching there…”
“Good.” I kiss one tender nipple. “I want you wet and aching.”
She draws up one knee and lets it fall to the side, granting me more access. I push a finger inside her.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur. “Can I taste you, Sara?”
She whimpers a yes, so I shift on the bed, moving between her lithe legs. I hook my fingers into the thong panties, drag them down her thighs, and toss them aside. With my hands on her inner thighs, I push her further open, admiring smooth bareness.
“So pretty.” I trace a finger down the seam. “So soft and pink. And…” I part her lips. “And wet. Beautiful.” I look up at her as I slide a finger inside again, my blood sizzling and rushing to my groin.
She’s watching me, up on one elbow, and she stretches her hand out to touch my hair, pushing it off my forehead. Christ, that’s hot.
I hook an arm around one of her thighs and lower my face. I can smell her arousal. It’s like a fucking drug, buzzing through my veins, and I stroke my tongue slowly over her. She jolts, her fingers tighten in my hair, and I do it again. And again. I lap at her, slowly, luxuriously, tasting her, enjoying her, absorbing all the little sounds she makes. Then I delve my tongue deeper, licking up her sweetness, and then sliding over her clit.
She cries out and I smile. I circle my tongue around it…teasing her…then over it again.
“Oh God! Yes…do that…”
I stretch my arm to find her breast again, pinching at her nipple, tugging it, while I rub the bundle of nerves with my tongue. She’s thrashing now, flat on her back, her head tossing on the pillow. I want to get her close…but not all the way there. Not yet.
I grab a condom, rip it open, and roll it on, then resume my treatment to her clit…slow licks and then a gentle suck.
She yelps and shudders and I pull back, ready to fuck her blind. I rise onto my knees and look up at her, my hand on my dick, holding it right at her entrance. “Sara…” I keep my voice low.
She opens her eyes, glassy with need, and blinks at me. “Yes. Please.”
Thank you, Jesus. I push into her opening, slowly, carefully. I think this might hurt her and I don’t want that, but she’s definitely ready. I prop myself up on one arm above her, my other hand sliding up and down her side as I press into her.
“Lift your knees.”
She does so, easing the way a bit. She’s tight and hot around me, so fucking tight, I’m already halfway there again. I clench my glutes and rock my hips, deeper, deeper still, bending down to kiss her when she lets out a little hiss. “Okay?”
“Yes. God yes. I love this feeling…you filling me.”
“Good. I want to fill you…I want to fuck you.”
She pants out a “yes” and I glide out, then in again, even deeper. Finally I’m there…seated inside her, all the way, pressed together, joined so close. I watch her face…and she meets my eyes. It’s intense. Scorching. So deep and personal. Something swells in my chest.
She gives a tiny nod. And I start moving again, rolling my hips against her, dragging the length of my cock in and out of her tight channel. The bed bounces and soft noises spill from her lips, filling the room. I watch her face closely, in case she’s hurting, but she just watches me back and it’s fucking hot.
I’m getting closer, fever-hot, my body tightening. I stretch out over her, giving her some of my weight. Her hands roam over my back and down to my ass, where she clutches me and pulls me tighter against her. I kiss her ear, her jaw, inhale her scent—exotic flowers with a hint of musk. “Find it, baby. Find what you need to get off.” I rotate my pelvis against her.