My fingers dig into her hips and my mouth hovers over her glistening pussy. I look up the length of her body, pinning her with my gaze. A shiver racks her body from my breath ghosting across her sensitive folds.
“We’re not stopping until I make you scream my name louder than you did at the game. Ready to lose your voice, baby?”
She pushes out a breath, nodding. I put my mouth back where it belongs and worship her body.
Sucking two fingers to wet them, I sink them inside her, fucking her slowly. It lights up a primal side of me knowing I’m pushing my come back inside her pussy.
Maya tangles her fists in the sheets, rocking her hips against my face with abandon. Then she tenses with a shattered cry.
“That’s it,” I croon. “I’ve got you.”
The sounds she makes when she comes are better than anything I’ve ever heard in my life.
I’m rock hard again, cock throbbing. She makes me so wild.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “I need you again.”
I’m a man possessed when I reposition myself and push inside her with one long stroke. Her back bows and her mouth drops open, nails scratching rough lines down my back. My vision goes hazy for a second as lust courses through me.
“Yes,” she cries.
“Goddamn, your pussy squeezes my cock so good.”
“More. I need more.”
“More? You want fast?” I pick up the pace, grinning at her strangled gasp, then slow back down with steady, sharp thrusts. “Or hard?”
“Hard,” she whimpers. “Fuck me harder.”
Gritting my teeth, I give her what she needs. Each time I slam into her, her tits bounce as it jolts her body up the mattress.
My name flies from her lips with a desperate cry. She’s close again, her body trembling. I catch her hands, pinning them beside her head and claim her mouth.
When she comes, my hips stutter. Her pussy grips me like a vice.
My vision blacks out for a moment as I bury my cock inside her, shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
I do my best not to collapse on her like an asshole, managing to keep myself braced on one arm. I caress her with gentle touches, cupping her face. She loops her fingers around my wrist, rubbing her cheek against my palm.
We remain like that until we both catch our breath, exchanging lazy kisses with no purpose other than keeping the sense of connection going.
“You’re incredible,” I say against her lips.
“Back at you, lady killer. That was—” She pushes out an amused breath, running her fingers through her tangled hair. “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say you’re good at that.”
I chuckle. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can admit I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
“There’s that cocky ego.”
With a sly smirk, she covers my face with both hands. I kiss her palms.
She traces my jaw and a flush creeps up her neck. “Should we go back downstairs? If they somehow didn’t hear us, there’s no way they haven’t guessed what we’re doing.”
“No doubt.”
She socks me in the arm. I drop against her, burying my laughter in the crook of her neck.
“Sorry, sorry.” I get myself under control, trailing kisses up her throat. “We’re a house full of hockey players.”
