True to his word, the headlights of his SUV stayed in my rearview the entire way out of town.
Red and green Christmas lights glowed along the roofline of my cabin. Dash's nose fogged up the glass in the front window. I got out of my truck and waited for Beck to park behind me.
"Can we take him for a walk?" I asked.
"Cockblocked by a hound dog." Beck laughed. "Of course. We've got all night, Clara Belle."
I'd been calling him Beck ever since the rink, but that was the first time he brought out my nickname.
The moon lit the way as we walked down the country road. Dash bounded ahead and barked at shadows while Beck's handfound mine. We walked in sync, our shoulders occasionally brushing, the only sound the rhythmic crunch of our boots on the frozen ground.
Until a coyote yipped in the distance.
"Dash!" I called, and to my surprise, he came. "It's time to go home."
The three of us walked back to the cabin together. Inside, the woodstove was still going and it was a balmy seventy-five degrees. Dash ate his dinner, then curled up on his bed in front of the fire.
I stood in the middle of the room, my hands trembling. It was real. Beck was in my house and we were about to crawl into bed together after fifteen years.
"Do you want tea? Or water? I can make coffee. Sorry, I don't have any actual drinks."
Beck scooped me up in his arms.
"Clara."
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking."
He pressed his lips to mine and I laced my fingers behind his thick neck. We didn't stop kissing, even when we reached the bed. We were hungry for each other; my body ached to make up for all the time that we'd missed.
Beck lowered me to the bed first, and then himself, straddling me with his hands pressed into the mattress next to my shoulders. His kisses turned softer. "I don't want to rush anything," he whispered in my ear.
The thrum between my legs was screaming 'rush', but I knew that Beck would be worth the wait. He had given me my very first orgasm, and I couldn't wait for another.
"Slowly." I bit my lip and wrapped my legs around his body, my heels gently urging him downward. Even if he wasn't insideme yet, I wanted his weight, all two hundred pounds of him, on top of me.
His hand found the hem of my shirt and goosebumps erupted across my belly as he slid his palm up to my chest, his massive hand cupping my breast. He squeezed gently and kissed along my jawbone. My hips had a mind of their own and rocked against his hardness.
Beck groaned. He rested his head on my chest. "This is killing me."
"Me too."
"Fuck it." He pulled me off the bed, so we were both standing, then fumbled with the button on my jeans.
"Let me. It will be faster." I undid my pants.
Like two firefighters, we were out of our clothes in seconds.
Beck's eyes tracked up and down my body. The only piece of clothing left was my white cotton panties with the little silk rose at the front. "Clara. You were a pretty girl, but you are one gorgeous woman."
He lowered me back onto the bed and planted a kiss just below the rose. His warm breath on the fabric between sent a shiver down my spine. My body pulsed beneath his lips. "Don't tease me, Beck. I've waited fifteen years for this."
He pulled my panties down my legs in one smooth movement then tossed them on the floor. The air on my skin and the anticipation of Beck pressing into me had me more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.
When Beck gently pushed inside me, stars flared in my vision. He did two slow thrusts then paused. His legs shook and his eyes were shut. The man was as close to coming as I was, if not closer.
My heels pressed into his muscular ass, urging him to pick up the tempo. His body was even better than when he played hockey full-time. He'd filled out, his abs were defined, and the v-cut was even more impressive than I remembered. His muscles rippled with every thrust, and I rocked with him.
