His arm is securely around me, locking me in place against him with his hand splayed protectively over my stomach. Warm breath fans my hair from behind as his large frame covers me like a knight wields a shield, keeping all the monsters at bay.
Shifting my body slightly, I hear a soft moan as he stirs in his sleep. I would be lying if I didn’t notice the steel rod pressed up against my ass as I wiggle just a little bit against it and feel it grow harder.
“Savi,” he says in a low warning voice behind me, “quit wiggling your perfect ass against me unless you want me ruining your sheets.”
“So, is this how it feels?” I giggle. “Waking up the next morning with Knox Stone? I can see why the girls love you. You’re a great cuddler.”
I feel him tense up behind my back, and for a second, I think he’s going to move away, but his body finally relaxes again as he sinks back against me.
“No. This isn’t what it feels like. I don’t cuddle. I also rarely sleep, so I’m out of bed before they even wake.”
“You slept last night,” I point out, “and you cuddled.”
“Yeah, I realize that,” he says quietly.
“Thank you for giving me that,” I whisper. Whether it was intentional or not, I want him to know it meant a lot to me. “I haven’t slept that good in years.”
“Me neither.” He admits it so softly that I wonder for a second if I imagined it.
“What else don’t you do…besides cuddle and sleep?” Now that I have him here, I want to take full advantage of the situation and learn as much as I can about him. Everyone knows who Knox Stone, the hockey player, is, but I want to know the real him…the one he’s afraid to show.
“I don’t do pillow talk,” he says, making it clear I’m not getting anything more out of him this morning. “I find there are much better ways to make use of my mouth.”
His lips find my neck, and I get the first taste of what they feel like on my skin. My whole body begins buzzing like a switch was flipped on, awakening every single one of my senses. When his tongue darts out for a slow taste, a soft moan escapes me as he fists my shirt in his hand.
“Are you okay with me touching you?” His voice is hoarse and sounds strained, as if he’s barely hanging on. His fingers skim the waistband of my panties, but he doesn’t go any further, letting me take control.
“Yes,” I whisper, putting my full trust in him.
“Tell me to stop at anytime, and I will. You’ll never feel anything but pleasure with me.”
“I know,” I nod, against the pillow. “I trust you.”
His hand slides down the front of my underwear and slips between my legs. My first instinct has always been to clamp my thighs together, but with him, I find myself shifting slightly so he has better access.
He applies slight pressure as he moves his palm against my center and cups me. His lips find my neck again as he sucks lightly, making my head fall back against his shoulder, exposing more of myself to him.
I feel my body respond with a deep ache that has me slowly moving against his hand.
“More, Knox…please,” I whimper.
His hand moves back up before his fingers dip inside the waistband, then slowly descend. The first touch of his skin against my swollen clit feels like a thousand sensations coming alive at once.
When his finger slips gently inside, followed by another, I can’t contain my body as I move to take him deeper.
“Fuck,” he moans into my hair. “I thought I was ready to feel you, but I had no idea this is what it would do to me.” He slowly starts to move his hand as my body eagerly soaks up the pleasure he is giving me. “Are you okay? How does it feel?”
“I’m good….so good,” I breathe out as he ignites places inside me I never knew existed. I’ve used toys before and my hand where I could control the situation, but it’s never come close to feeling like this. “I’m…I’m almost there, Knox,” I pant, as he goes deeper, sending my body close to the edge.
“I’m here, sunshine,” he murmurs in my ear. “You’re safe with me.”
He rubs his thumb over my clit, applying more pressure, and I fall for the first time at the hands of a man. My body pulses and squeezes him as my orgasm explodes inside me.
A cry escapes my lips as I come apart, healing a piece of me in the process.
His breaths are labored against my back as I ride the last of the waves before slowly coming back down, feeling euphoric and deeply sated.
“Don’t move,” he growls when I burrow further into him, not wanting to break the contact just yet. “Fuck, Savi. I about came with you. Give me a second,” he grits out, keeping me still so he can regain control.
