Page 90 of What If I See You
“Like the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But I need more.”
“Good.” I smile behind her and then reach around her body to palm her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. “I need more too.”
She cries out as I drive forward, the sound of her voice a choked garble. “Oh, fuck! Griffin!”
We’re skin on skin.
The sound of our bodies slapping together surrounds us both as we reach for the high we’re chasing. A sound I will never tire of.
“Griff! Oh God! I can’t. It’s too…Oooh.” A loud extended groan rips through her throat as her pussy clenches around my cock, squeezing me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Naughty, I’m going to come.”
My mind turns to mush, as it regularly does when I’m with this beautiful woman, and my chest starts to tingle. There’s a spark in the base of my spine that shoots through my body as I continue thrust after glorious thrust. And then suddenly my balls are tightening and my jaw drops and I’m pulling her body up so her back is against my chest, my hands over her soft breasts and I’m coming so hard I nearly black out.
“Mine,” I pant, resting my forehead on her back and kissing her heated skin. “You’re mine, Layken Ollenberg. My fucking gorgeous wife.”
She sighs as I lower her body back to the mattress and rolls over so she can gaze into my eyes. “One thousand percent, yours.”
The next threedays are some of the happiest I can remember being. The team continuing on our string of away games, we’ve crossed the country stopping in Atlanta, Boston, and Detroit. All wins for us, thank God. Though Layken stays behind at the hotel during the day so she can write, she comes to every game with the ladies, cheering us on and giving me the extra oomph I need to skate faster, play harder. And each night following our win, she and I have our own celebrations fucking for all hours of the night. I’ve gotten to know her body better than any woman I’ve ever shared space with and each time I get the opportunity to be intimate with her it’s like I’m learning something new all over again.
Like the way she orgasms harder if she’s on her back with her knees pulled into her chest. She likes that position. Or how she likes her nipples pinched when she’s riding my cock on top of me. Or the way she sometimes rubs at her clit on her own as I’m fucking her because the stronger the sensation, the better the orgasm for her which in turn makes it fucking glorious for me.
We’ve snuggled every night afterwards, talking until neither one of us can keep our eyes open. She’s touched every part of me, inside and out, and I’ve worshipped every part of her.
Our last game of the stretch is Milwaukee and then I get to take my wife home where I can begin to give her everything she could ever want. Everything she desires. Never in my wildest dreams did I see my life this way. With the wife of my dreams cheering me on when I’m on the ice and then celebrating with me all over again when we’re alone. Layken is someone I know without a doubt I can be myself with when we’re together. And I can’t wait to tap into a new normal with her.
The team waits in the tunnel as Lumin, our team mascot does some sort of pregame competition with Pete the Parrot, the team mascot for the Milwaukee Pirates. The arena erupts with applause as Ella comes off the ice and into the tunnel. She gives each of us a high five and then pats August’s ass and then it’s game on for all of us.
There’s no score in the first period but we regroup and come back to start the second period with an agenda we have every intention of following through on. After the second face off of the period there’s back pressure from Milwaukee’s offense but we work around them and take control of the puck. I drop it back, giving August and Ledger a little wiggle room to infiltrate their net before I pass. The puck shifts to Harrison and then back to me and I send it down the seam but it banks off the net and flies toward Ledger who slides into position. He stops, spins a shot, and scores!
“Hell yeah!” I’m the first one of us to Ledger, wrapping my arms around him and patting his helmet. Way to fucking go, Dayne!”
“Let’s fucking go, Dayne!” Harrison beams. “We’ve got this. Keep it up.”
The next face off is won by Oliver and every one of us is sprinting down the ice trying to repeat our last scoring play. Oliver sends the puck to Ledger who shoots it across the ice to August, but Milwaukee’s right winger, Harlingson, flies by me and takes possession.
“Fuck!”
I’m on Harlingson’s tail as a battle for the puck happens against the wall. Oliver, Ledger, August, and now Bodhi are all vying to get their stick in the action in hopes of coming out victorious. Bodhi finally comes out on top, passing the puck across the ice to me, but out of nowhere I’m checked into the glass by one of their players so hard I lose my breath, hit my head against the glass, and fall in a heap on the ice.
Fuck!
I can’t breathe.
The action of the game plays on around me in a blur. I know I need to get myself off the ice, but I can’t get my body to move. I try to fill my lungs enough to get myself up but every breath feels heavier than the last. My chest stings every time I try to inhale.
Come on, Ollenberg.
Fucking breathe!
Why-why can’t I…
I can’t catch…
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
“Hey! Ollenberg’s down!” I hear Ledger shout before the whistle blows but even the pause in the game is no use. I can’t catch my breath and panic is washing over me.
