Is that what makes hockey players so good in bed? The ability to push our bodies to the limit? I ask.
We do know how to hold the stick, she jokes.
And hit the five-hole.
We both start snickering. I cannot remember laughing this much during sex, ever. Of course I enjoy sex, but there’s an inherent anxiety about my performance, vulnerability, and my partner’s enjoyment. But with Cleo, everything feels honest and open—like if I fuck up, we’ll just laugh it off and start over. And that’s something miraculous.
All the more reason to make sure that Cleo enjoys herself now. I kiss her neck, then make my way down her body until I’m situated between her legs. I caress her soft skin and firm, muscular thighs. Cleo sighs happily.
Finally, I ease open her thighs and kiss her right on her centre. Her back arches, and I tease around her clit with the tip of my tongue until Cleo reaches down and spreads herself open.
Lick my clit, she begs.
So, I do. I lap and suck at her little button until I feel it swell. When I pull harder, the suction sends tremors through her body.
Oh god, yes, she moans softly. Cleo in the bedroom is surprisingly quiet. It’s like she’s holding everything in so she can experience the full intensity. I go at her again, licking and tasting her saltiness. She writhes and twists until I have to bring my hands up to pin her hips in place, just so I can keep working her. I sense the moment she starts rising towards her climax, and I hum against her as her entire body tenses and clenches. She gasps out a soft fuck, then groans with satisfaction.
After a moment, I sit up, reach into my bedside drawer to snag a condom, then roll it down my stiff cock and crawl across the bed to her. Then I lift her hips and flip her onto all fours.
Oh boy, doggy? she asks.
We’ll start in doggy. Because after coming once, I feel like Superman.
Cleo has an incredible ass, with toned, rounded cheeks. I drag my hand over her soft, pale skin and she quivers under my touch before parting herself for me. For a second, I’m dazed by the sight of her wet, welcoming pussy, but then I lift my cock and ease inside her slowly. She’s so slick inside, and when she flexes around me as I bottom out, it’s fucking bliss. I slowly pull back, then start to plunge my aching cock in and out, while Cleo meets my every thrust. She arches her back, her hair flying and the glow of exertion blooming on her skin.
Fuck, it’s so good, she groans brokenly.
It fucking is. But could it be even better? I pull out, turn her over, and lift one leg high, hooking it over my shoulder. Then I grip her hips and thrust into her once more, pulling her into me and burying myself even deeper with every stroke.
Her eyes widen as her mouth falls open and she gasps, Oh, oh, oh. A puff of breath punches out of her each time I bottom out, like I’m hitting some magic button. And maybe I am, because Cleo gasps as I feel her start to work towards another climax. Her body is tensing and jerking around my cock, and I release her hip to stroke my thumb across her fat clit, which really sets her off.
Oh, fuck, Mats, she moans as her hands fist the bedsheets. I press myself deep inside her, and I can feel her contracting around my erection. I watch Cleo’s face as she comes—her plump lips rounded in an O-shape and her eyelids fluttering over dazed eyes. She’s so lovely, and seeing her as she lets go—because of the pleasure I’m giving her—is incredibly hot. Afterwards, she lies limp, arms out and chest heaving. Her nipples are still stiff, so I reach down and tweak one.
Her eyes fly open and focus on me. Two orgasms already? Now what?
Keeping my cock deep inside her, I scoop my forearm under her back and flip us. I’m now stretched out on my back with Cleo straddling me. She plants her hands against my pecs and immediately starts moving, her whole body bucking up and down as she rides my swollen cock with hard, erratic thrusts. It feels so fucking incredible. My hands grip her hips, helping her ride me. She leans back and brings one of her hands down to stroke her clit at the same time, and I take in the sight of her—skin glistening with the exertion, body flushed with pleasure, and her expression euphoric.
Fuck, I’m coming, I groan. Come with me.
Cleo gasps her agreement and rides me faster. I can hear the wet noises of our bodies meeting each time I pull her down onto my cock, and my laboured breathing as I push towards my climax. When I come for the second time, it’s almost painful it’s so good. Afterwards, she slips off to collapse next to me and we lie side-by-side. I close my eyes as I catch my breath, but the glow of the afternoon sunlight leaks through.
Worth waiting for? I ask.
Don’t start bragging about your physical prowess. That’s my thing. I can hear the smile in her voice.
Two athletes in one bed? I think we can both be good at physical things, I say.
Cleo laughs and holds my hand. You are an amazing fuck.
I smile. We’ve reached a new level of connection now that we know each other physically.
I never thought you were attracted to me, she says.
At first, I wasn’t, I reply.
Rude. She smacks me on the chest; it actually stings because she’s pretty strong.
Well, I could tell you disliked me. What kind of masochist would be attracted by someone giving off such clear fuck-off vibes?
