I touch her hip, but she slaps me away, so I resume my prone position, arms relaxed by my side, praying I don’t embarrass myself by coming prematurely.
She teases me, rocking slowly, first sliding up and down, then grinding until she’s panting, eyes wild with want. Her palms press into my chest, her nails scraping over my nipples just so, and I growl deep in my chest, incoherent curses falling from my lips.
Pushing my feet into the rug, my knees come up, my hands moving to her waist. Her eyes open, lock with mine as she grips my wrists, pulling me away, but then forcing my arms over my head.
She holds onto my wrists, leaning forward so she’s stretched over me, her breasts on display for my seeking mouth. I raise my head, straining to reach her hard nipples. “Closer, Cass. Move closer.”
She does as I ask, her torso lowering just enough that I can lick and suck her nipples. She’s more sensitive than she was before, and she moans, panting above me as she grinds her clit into me.
After a few moments she pulls away, adjusting her legs beneath her, the tops of her feet pressing against my thighs, so she has more leverage. She rocks her hips, sliding up and rotating down, then pressing her clit against me. She movesfaster, harder, with greater intent, and soon I feel the white-hot pressure building in my balls.
Knowing I’m a goner, I moan. “I’m gonna come, Cass. Please. Holy fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
She slides up and down, up and down, then pulses downward, rubbing her clit against the base of my cock rhythmically. Heat zaps through me, my eyes closing, but then she whispers, “look at me,” and my gaze locks with hers.
She sucks the moan from my lips, dancing with the gasps and curses falling from hers. Her pussy clenches, her orgasm washing over her and she shudders as my body tightens, releases inside her.
She continues to move, now sliding up and down lazily, her face pressed into my neck, her hands limp on my wrists. I move my arms down, caressing along her spine with my fingertips down to her ass.
Squeezing her ass cheeks in my hands, I rock with her, enjoying the slick mess between us. Her torso lowers, her breasts pressed against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her back tightly, reveling in the quiet heat of her face pressed into my neck.
She shivers, her breath a ragged shudder that has me asking, “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, but her breath remains broken, so I tighten my embrace, rocking her so she’s lying on me fully, and I whisper, “You can tell me.”
She remains quiet for a moment, and I wait, not wanting to press her, but also wanting her to know I’m there to listen if she needs me to.
“I love you,” she breathes against my skin, her hands clutching me tightly. “And it scares the absolute shit out of me.”
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore, Cass. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
She’s quiet for a moment, nuzzling my neck, the tension leaving her body as her breath slows. After a moment, she pulls back slightly, so she’s watching the side of my face as she asks, “Why don’t you call me princess anymore?”
I smile, my head turning so I can see her face. “Why? Do you miss it?”
She grins, shrugs. “Just curious.”
“You may be carrying our princess,” I confess with a shrug of my own. “I didn’t want to make it weird.”
She frowns slightly, then laughs, “You’re weird.”
“Nuh uh,” I tease. “You’re weird.”
“So, I guess we’re both weird, then?”
“That’s right,” I reply with sigh, my hands once again stroking along her back, pulling her closer to me. “We can be weird. Together.”
29
THAT LOVING FEELING
REN
Crash.
Once again, I find myself checked into the boards, my shoulder pads and helmet taking the brunt of the impact. Still bone jarring, I pray for my mouth guard as my lower jaw takes an elbow.
Keeping my head down, I keep the puck wedged between my skate and the wall listening for the telltale calls of my teammates who may be close by. Sure enough, the winger is there and, in that gap, where he’s open, I manage to twist my body so my skate comes away and my stick snaps the puck across.
