I don’t even wait another second, leaning in to swipe my tongue through her folds. She trembles in my arms, collapsing onto the bed, as she silently asks for more when she tilts her pelvis up toward me.
I take my time with her, learning every inch of her and listening to all the sounds she makes that tell me what she likes.
When I brush my finger along her entrance, her body starts to quiver again, and I use my tongue and finger to tease her opening. She’s close, judging by the way her breathing changes. So when I slowly enter her and curl my finger up to brush over the bundle of nerves, it doesn’t take much to set her off.
I don’t stop when she cries out, or when she claps her thighs against the side of my head, her fingers gripping and tugging painfully on my hair.
I don’t stop as she continues to grind her pussy over my mouth, either, loving the way she chants my name over and over.
I let her ride it out until her body softens and relaxes into the bed. Her eyes are closed, and a soft smile spreads across her face.
When she starts to come down, I climb onto the bed next to her, shedding my pants and underwear in the process. She rolls toward me and takes me by surprise when she throws her leg over me, until she’s straddling my lap.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispers.
I nod. I at least had half a mind to set my wallet on the nightstand beside the bed. I reach for it, and she takes the condom from me.
I’m surprised for a moment as she slides down my legs and opens the wrapper. She looks up at me, like she wants to do it, but she’s waiting for instruction.
“Like this.” I show her, positioning it at the tip and slowly rolling it over the head just enough to show her what to do.
She takes over from there, rolling it down my hard length before climbing over me. I’m propped against the pillows, sitting up enough to face her as she grips my shoulders to steady herself. She reaches her other hand around to position me at her entrance.
She’s wet and warm, and I roll my eyes shut on a groan, before forcing them open, wanting to watch her take me into her tight heat.
“Oh my—” She cuts herself off, taking me slowly.
I grip her hips, not to guide her, but more out of necessity. When she drops into my lap, I slide my arms around her and pull her toward me, until not an inch separates us.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I groan.
She nods subtly, leaning onto her elbows over me. Her lips hover above mine. I lift my hips to thrust up into her, and she rolls her eyes closed.
“Oh fuck, just like that. Don’t stop.”
And I don’t. I plant my feet on the bed and thrust my hips, thankful for all my years in hockey having prepared me for this.
I would spend all day here if I could.
Brinley’s fingers slide into my hair, gripping the strands as her mouth crashes on mine. It’s frantic and messy, our foreheads pressing together as we chase our release.
I’m barreling close to the edge, though, and I want her with me when I do.
With my arms still around her, I sit us both up and shift my hand between us to brush over her clit. The move causes her to clench around me, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“There we go, baby,” I growl. “You gonna come for me again like this?”
Her eyes turn hazy as she nods, adjusting her movements to grind, rocking just right over my fingers.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she drags her fingers into my hair, her nails scratching my scalp.
Her movements grow frantic, bucking against me wildly as I nip and bite her puckered skin. She buries her face into my neck, doing the same.
My name is muffled on her lips, intermixed with her pleading with me not to stop.
I grip her hips. “Fuck, you feel so good. I need you with me when I come,” I manage, my words breaking between heavy breaths.
It doesn’t take long after that. Not with how my fingers brush over her clit and the way she clenches around me.
