Page 92 of Against The Boards

“Oh, you didn’t have to get me a gift. The flowers and dinner were enough.”

I shook my head and went into my room to fetch her gift. I knew she didn’t care about cards, so I didn’t get her one. I handed her the box and watched her tear the wrapping off. She put her hands to her chest and looked at me in surprise.

“Oh, you didn’t!” she scolded, but her grin was big. She flipped the box open and took out the brand new skates. “Fuck, these are gonna be a bitch to break in.”

I laughed. “I know, but your skates are garbage. You needed new ones, and I knew you wouldn’t get them until you absolutely had to.”

“Thank you for this. Even though it sucks that I have to break new boots in, I know you bought them for me because you want me to get back on the ice. I’m gonna do it, though. I’m going to play hockey again.”

I kissed her cheek. “You will. I have faith in you.”

She placed the box of skates on the coffee table and kissed me hard. I melted into it and pulled her into my lap. I kissed her neck and massaged her tits through her shirt.

“Mmm, love when you do that,” she moaned.

“I’d like it better if your shirt was off,” I whispered huskily against her skin.

“Who told you I wanted it on?”

I flipped off the TV, and she dragged me by the hand into my bedroom. Once inside my bedroom, she pulled her shirt over her head. She wore a bra so lacy it was practically see-through, and her tits spilled out of it, teasing at what lay underneath the restrictive garment.

Fuck me, this woman was a goddess. I reached behind me and stripped myself of my shirt. Her hand ran down my chest slowly, like she was torturing me until she reached the top of my jeans.

“Angel,” I groaned.

“What’s wrong, love?” she purred as she unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. She rubbed me through the thin material of my boxers.

“You’re killing me!”

She laughed, but then she turned around and slid her skirt down over her hips. My mouth watered as I saw the skimpy piece of clothing she wore underneath her skirt. Her cheeks were bare for me to see in a sexy thong I had never seen her wear before.

“You like?” she asked. She bent over the bed so I could get a good look.

I slid my pants and boxers down around my ankles and stepped out of them. “Oh, fuck, you’re trying to give me a heart attack. I’ve never seen you wear something like that.”

She turned back around to face me. “Special occasion.”

“You got dressed in a huff this morning.”

She dragged her finger down my face and ran her thumb across my bottom lip. “I knew I was getting some later and that you’d like it. I thought I owed you after what this sweet mouth of yours did this morning.”

My dick throbbed painfully at her words. I trailed my finger down her gorgeous curvy body until I landed on the hem of her bra and pulled her closer. I undid the front clasp of her bra and watched the material pop-open to release those enormous globes. She shimmied out of the bra and let it fall down her back. My hand traveled down her body to finger the thin string of her thong. I reached around behind her to feel her naked ass in my hands. Then I ripped the material down her legs and pushed her onto the bed.

She laughed. “Shit, I should wear those more often.”

I stretched out on the bed beside her, and we kissed each other slowly. Her hands rubbed across my beard when I pulled away. “I love your beard. I’m so glad you grew it back out.”

“Yeah?” I asked and buried my face in her chest, rubbing it across her pale white skin.

She giggled. “I love when you do that and how it feels on my thighs.”

“You love riding my beard.”

“Duh!”

I pressed tiny kisses across her chest and watched her squirm because I wasn’t giving her the satisfaction she wanted. I leisurely flicked my tongue across one of her nipples, taking the sweet hard nub into my mouth and massaging the other one with my hand. I slid down her body, giving her teasing little kisses as I did.

“What are you doing?” she asked.