Page 94 of Slapshot Baby

"I want you," I say against his mouth. "Now. Hard."

I push him until his knees hit the mattress. He sits.

I straddle him, my thighs bracketing his hips, the thong the only fabric between my wetness and the rigid line of his cock.

I grind down. The friction drags across my clit and the sensation jolts through my whole body.

His hands grip my hips, fingers denting the skin. A sound tears from him that's half groan, half growl.

I lean in to kiss him, harder than before. No tenderness. All heat.

My hand slides between us and wraps around his cock through the joggers. He's so hard the fabric can barely contain him.

I stroke the length of him, base to tip. He pulses and twitches under my palm, the heat of him burning through the fabric.

A groan tears out of him, low and rough, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. His hips push forward once, chasing my touch.

"Like this," I whisper, closing my eyes. "Just like this. No talking, no eye contact. Just our bodies fucking each other."

His hands go still on my hips.

"Stop," he says.

I open my eyes. "I don't want to stop."

His jaw is tight, the muscles working beneath his beard. His eyes are dark with want, his breathing ragged. Every line of his body is strung tight with how badly he wants to fuck me.

"I do."

I freeze, straddling him, my hand still between us. My body is slick and aching and so wound up I can feel my legs pulse.

"You're hard in my hand and you want to stop?"

“I’d rather stop than have your version of sex.”

I recoil and start stepping away. But his hands squeeze my butt cheeks, sending new sensations into me.

“Stop it,” I breathe out.

He sighs.

"I want you, Ava. That's not the question." His voice is strained, his breathing ragged. "But not in this disconnected way, where here you close your eyes and pretend I'm just a body."

My hand drops from his waistband. My face burns.

"I'm not pretending anything."

He releases my hips. Lifts his hands away from my body, palms open, giving me space I didn't ask for and don't want.

"What I want with you is your eyes open and both of us fully in it." His voice is quiet but absolute. "I want to feel you, Ava. Not just your body. Having sex with you while you hide from me isn't respect. It's not what you deserve, and it's not what I want."

I stare at him. His chest is heaving. His cock is still rigid against my inner thigh. The heat of him is making it almost impossible to think.

"And if I can't give you that?"

His hands flex at his sides like it's taking everything he has not to reach for me.

"Then we don’t do it tonight. I’ll wait until you can."