She claws at my shirt. I tilt her head back, deepening our kiss.
Soon we end up lying down on her bed, making out. She’s on top of me, grinding on my dick as our kiss gets filthier and filthier.
She presses herself harder against me. I grip her hips, guiding her along the hard ridge of my cock.
“I’ve never done this before,” she rasps.
“You’re doing perfect,” I say against her mouth. “Just keep grinding that sweet pussy on me until you come.”
She grinds harder and faster. A minute later, she comes with a shout, then falls on my chest.
I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tight as she catches her breath.
“Wow,” she murmurs.
I kiss the top of her head. “Did you like that?”
She nods against my chest. “Oh, yeah.” She leans up to look at me. “But I want more.”
She sits up and slides down the front of my body, then unzips my jeans. When she takes me into her mouth, my eyes roll back.
I groan as she works me with her tongue and mouth. “Oh fuck, baby. That’s so good.”
Every muscle in my body tenses as the pleasure and pressure inside of me takes over. When she starts to jerk my shaft in her hand, my breathing kicks up. A minute later, I explode. I come with a shout, shooting my release down her throat.
She looks up at me with those beautiful doe eyes, a teasing smile playing on her lush lips. Like she’s half angel, half temptress.
Fuck. She’s so goddamn sexy and sweet and playful.
I swallow hard, my head spinning and my heart pounding in my chest.
It’s never been like this with anyone, ever. Yeah, I’ve had good sex with plenty of women. But it’s never felt likethis.
Ellie and I haven’t even had full-on sex yet, but I’ve never felt this happy, this comfortable, this turned-on by anyone else.
Maybe it’s because we’re such good friends. I’ve never been friends with any woman I’ve hooked up with before. It’s a whole other level of amazing. Our connection feels deeper, more meaningful.
I don’t want it to end.
An uneasy feeling swoops through me.
It’s going to end in less than a year. And then she’ll move on with someone else, and you’ll go back to being the hockey playboy who hooks up with a different woman every night.
That uneasy feeling burrows deeper in my gut. I don’t want that, not anymore.
Ellie rests her head on my chest and closes her eyes. “I’m so tired,” she murmurs.
I kiss the top of her head. “Go to sleep.”
She peers up at me with those adorable sleepy eyes. “I know we don’t normally sleep together after we, um, fool around, but…” She bites her lip. “It’s okay if you want to leave.”
My heart beats faster. “I don’t want to leave, Ellie. I want to stay in your bed and sleep with you. And the next time we’re together in my bed, I want you to stay there and sleep with me.”
That gorgeous smile appears on her face. “I’d like that.”
She cuddles back into my chest and closes her eyes. I run my fingers gently up and down her back as she falls asleep.
An unfamiliar tightness works its way through my chest. I’ve never felt this kind of uneasiness—this kind of dread when I’ve ended things with women in the past. But the thought of ending this with Ellie makes my stomach fall to my feet. I don’t like it.
