“Have you had enough?” he asks after what seems like ages.
“More,” I plead. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah? You need my cock to fill you up.”
I don’t have to answer. He knows how much I want him by the way my pussy squeezes his fingers.
“Kneel up.”
He keeps one hand on my hip to hold me steady while he works his boxers off. My mouth drops open when I finally sink down and feel his cock stretching me until I’m completely full of him.
Somehow it’s even better like this than it is when I’m not on my period, my nerve endings lit up, more sensitive to everything.
“How does that feel?” His lips map my throat and he squeezes my breasts while he lets me adjust to the size of him. “Is that what you need, Maya?”
“Yes.” I gasp at the deep angle when he scoots down slightly to fuck me in a slow, steady pace. “Oh, god, that’s so?—”
“I know, baby. Just relax for me. I’ve got you.”
One of his hands drops down, touching where our bodies are joined before he presses against my clit, rubbing in the same gentle pace as before to build me up to an epic release. The long time he spent leisurely playing with my pussy has me balancing on the edge of another orgasm within moments, keeping me floating in ecstasy that’s even more incredible with his cock inside me.
It’s less about his desires. He’s one hundred percent focused on me, groaning in enjoyment from every ounce of pleasure he wrings from me with the same unwavering drive he has when he’s playing hockey.
“Fuck, look at you, Maya. You’re so perfect. A gorgeous mess for me.”
I let go, unable to think of anything but the sensual tingles that build in my core each time his cock glides into me inlong strokes to make me feel every inch. I no longer care about bleeding on him or anything outside of being fucked into oblivion.
Any sense of time becomes lost to me. All I know is the bliss of slipping from one orgasm into the next while Easton kisses my skin, murmuring praise and encouragement when he feels me clamping on him each time I come.
When I’ve lost track of how many times he’s pushed me over the edge, he tenses with a rough groan.
His arms lock around me and he buries a curse against my neck. The pulse of his cock deep inside as his come floods my pussy makes me moan. I fall back against his chest, both of us panting and worn out.
I’m too out of it, drifting in the aftershocks of overstimulation. He takes care of cleaning both of us up in the shower and rinses the towel. I stop him when he tries to figure out how to insert a tampon, laughing sleepily at his attempts.
When we’re done, he makes me drink a bottle of water while he cooks us dinner now that it’s dark out, then holds me in his arms on the couch while we watch the final two episodes of the show.
I feel weightless in the best way, like I don’t have to worry about anything because no matter what I have him there to support me. For the first time since I caught my ex cheating on me, I truly feel like I can move on from it.
I thought I never wanted to fall for another hockey player as a way to keep my heart safe, but now I know it’s okay. Even if I didn’t want this, it’s too late. He has my heart and I know he’ll do everything to cherish it.
Snuggling closer to Easton, a soft smile breaks free when his embrace cinches tighter to envelop me in his warm, loving comfort.
TWENTY-FOUR
MAYA
When the firstmonth of the semester comes to an end, Reagan declares we need a girls’ night. We’re getting ready to go out with Hana at the apartment on Thursday, music blasting while we get sidetracked with an impromptu fashion show that leaves us all cracking up.
“Oh my god, yes,” Reagan says from her seat on my bed. “Hana, you have to wear that.”
“Really?” Hana splays her hands over her flat, toned stomach. “I’ve worn crop tops for dance costumes, but I’ve never had the confidence to rock it for a regular outfit. I don’t have any boobs to fill it out with like you both do.”
“Make tonight the night, because you look so hot in that,” I say. “Look.”
I take her by the shoulders and put her in front of the mirror hanging on the back of my door. The black crop is form fitting with three cut outs across the chest. Subtle sparkles in the material catch the light.
“We’ll do your hair like this and do a cat eye. I have a shadow palette of pinks and reds that’ll look great on you.” I mess with her hair and her eyes light up. “Yeah?”
