“Okay Mom, I’m heading out, but I’ll see you at the game tomorrow night.”
“We’ll be there.”
I wondered how it was for Yvonne, having big events like playoff games and going to the International Games, and having no support.Having her own father root against her.It was sad.When she’d finally told me what her father had said to her in the cafeteria that day I understood why he’d said it in Russian – to make sure that no one overheard what a complete asshole he was.
After doing a few things around the house, I picked up a bag of M&Ms and a bouquet of daisies in a vase, then headed to the hotel where the Vancouver team was staying.Yvonne had texted me her room number, so I headed directly to her room, my pace picking up as I got closer.
She opened the door wearing a bathrobe.
“You’d better be undressed in sixty seconds,” she said, dragging me inside.
I handed her the flowers and the candy, and I could tell by the look on her face that it meant a lot to her.
“Wow, you’re way more romantic than I am.”
I tore my shirt over my head, then reached for my bra.“Less talking, more sex.”
She laughed.“Okay maybe not, but we’re on the same page.”
I shoved her robe off her shoulders and lowered my head to capture one of her pert nipples.I sucked it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as Yvonne dug her fingers into my shoulders and arched her back to push closer.
“More,” she gasped.
We fell on the bed, kissing and laughing and running our hands along each other’s bodies like we couldn’t believe we were finally together again.It felt like we’d been separated for a lifetime.
“I don’t like being away from you for so long,” I said as I kissed my way along her collarbone.
“I didn’t like it either,” Yvonne said as she shoved one leg between mine and began to rub it across my mound.
The movement put a delicious pressure on my clit, and I gripped her hips, helping her move, making sure she slid along my thigh with every pass, giving her as much pleasure as she was giving me.
But I needed more.
I bent my knees and dug my feet into the bed, then rolled us over onto our sides facing each other.Without a word we twined our legs together, each of us moving a hand between each other’s legs.
I liked this position, liked the way we could stare into each other’s eyes and kiss and give and receive pleasure at the same time.
Our kisses became frantic as our hands moved inside each other’s bodies, fingers thrusting roughly as we plastered our upper bodies together.Our lovemaking was fast and furious, both of us feeling almost desperate to get off.My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I almost felt dizzy.
I twisted my hand until I could rub my thumb back and forth across her clit while she rode my fingers.Yvonne’s movements faltered as she stiffened, then she cried out with the force of her orgasm.I felt the warmth of her release trickling over my fingers.
Then she was moving again, fingers curling inside my body as she lowered her head and bit the skin at the juncture of my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.I rocked my hips into her hand, chasing my own orgasm.
“Yvonne!”
It was all I could say before I lost control, waves of pleasure crashing through me until I could scarcely breathe.My entire body was on fire, trembling with my release.Yvone kept stroking inside me, leaving little nibbles along my neck, until I was fully sated.
After we had both gotten off, we cuddled together on the bed, drinking water – we had a game tomorrow after all – and sharing the bag of M&Ms that I’d brought.
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in six whole weeks,” Yvonne said.“I would have sworn we played each other every month before.”
“Yeah, whoever front loaded the schedule with Vancouver Seattle games was a total jerk.”
“Who do you think will win this series?”she asked.
“Seattle of course.We’re starting with home ice advantage and everyone on the team is healthy.”
It was pretty rare to get this far in the season without some major injuries.
