Page 74 of Slapshot Bride

But I haven’t seen him strip in the afternoon light from his own bedroom window, slowly, on purpose, with his eyes on mine the whole time.

His jeans go next. Then he's on the bed with me.

He kisses me again, and the second kiss isn't careful.

His mouth opens against mine. His hand moves from my hip up the side of my ribs, the side of my breast, his thumb dragging, and I moan deeply. He swallows it.

He takes his time, like he did the first night. His mouth is at my throat, my shoulder, my breast, and everywhere, all at once. Then he stops.

He reaches for the drawer beside the bed without breaking the kiss. I hear the foil. A minute later, he’s back, and flipping me around. He does it so fast that before I can catch my breath, he’s sitting on the bed with feet on the floor, and I’m straddling him, hands braced on his shoulders, and his hard length pressed against my lower abdomen.

He takes a nipple in his mouth, and his free arm slides down to my lower back, over my ass cheeks. He squeezes, just as he lines himself against my entrance.

I push down, needing all of him, but he’s gone, replaced by the deft tips of his fingers. And when he slides them in, I can’t control the sounds that leave my lips.

“Oh god…”

“So wet… you’re dripping, baby,” he murmurs against my ear.

He pulls out, and pushes them in again, and my eyes close.

“Fuck… so fucking wet. All ready for me.”

“Y-yes…” I murmur between clenched teeth.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I need to see how good I make you feel.”

My eyes open instantly like they’ve been programmed to obey him.

His palm on my ass slides up to my throat and he wraps his fingers around it, squeezing slightly. He curls his fingers forward, hitting my g-spot.

I gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders, but he doesn’t stop.

“I… It’s too m-much…” My eyes lock on his, begging.

“Just a little more, baby… I promise, I’ll make it feel so good.” He kisses my lips, and when he pulls away, his fingers on my neck loosen and move up. He slides his thumb between my lips, and I flick my tongue against it.

“Fuck… such a good girl. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

I nod frantically, and cover his thumb with my lips.

“Good girl,” he growls. It’s deep, and dark. His voice is so low, that it has me vibrating, with tremors I can’t control.

I’m close.

I feel it, with the pressure building, and the pleasure heightening. But just at the brink of my release, he pulls his fingers out, and buries himself to the hilt, filling me up.

I release his thumb, and my head falls back. My body convulses, my orgasm crashing into me, but he doesn’t stop.

“P-please… I can’t…”

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me impossibly closer, lips nuzzling my neck, but he never slows. He maintains his rhythm, pounding into me, until all I hear are my shameless moans bouncing off the walls the same way he’s bouncing me on his cock.

It doesn’t take long. My second release hits me, and I fall forward, arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in his hair, gasping for breath, with my body trembling in ways it never has before.

He follows me a minute later, my name pressed into my collarbone.

Instant silence washes over us.