“The dress shows panty lines,” she tells me, “even with a thong, and I didn’t want anyone to see my underwear lines.”
“So you risk them seeing that incredible pussy of yours instead?” I cock an eyebrow and she blushes harder. “The one only I’ve been inside?”
“Yeah well I was careful,” she says. “I don’t want anyone to see it but you.”
That sounds way better than it should to my ears—and my ego. I stroke my cock. “Can I touch it?”
“You can touch any part of me you want, Crew.”
I get onto the bed, lowering myself over her. I kiss her deeply, wildly, with all the unhinged feelings I have swirling around inside me for this woman. It's not at all normal for me to be this feral. I like sex. I'm good at it. I have had other partners that get me rock hard like I am right now, but not that make me feel so out of control. Not since… well it’s been a very long while. And while I haven’t been looking for this feeling—in fact, I may have been actively avoiding it—I'm enjoying the hell out of it right now.
I'm hovering above her and she is biting that bottom lip of hers again. I lean in, and kiss her, forcing her to let the lip go. She threads her hands through my hair and parts her legs so I can settle between them.
We kiss and touch and kiss more. It's nice. It's hot, even, but it's not what I want. Not why I asked her here. I need to fuck her again, nice and slow with attention to detail this time. I'm absurdly nervous, unlike the last time, but I don’t want her to know it. Olivia seems more relaxed than before, and definitely more exploratory. Her hands are everywhere, touching, gripping, squeezing.
As I sit on the side of the bed and dig the condom out of my discarded pants her hand wanders up my thigh and over my shaft. Her touch is gentle and warm and when she slowly wraps each finger around my length, I fight a shudder. I do not want to look weak but God, one touch, and I have to think about hockey drills to keep from pumping into her fist and finishing this before we've even started.
I try to bite back a groan and fail. I hold up the condom. “I’ve got work to do, baby. I need you to stop.”
She leans forward and plucks the condom from my hand. “Allow me.”
I smile. “Only if you do it naked.”
Her eyes get big, her pupils widening. It’s cute because I’ve just spent the last ten minutes staring at her most intimate part, but she’s nervous about showing me her tits. After blinking for a quick second, Olivia sits up and pulls her dress up and over her head. I reward her by licking each nipple like they are the best damn ice cream cones on planet Earth. She immediately starts panting and mewing and my cock is throbbing now.
“I think I’ve found a sweet spot?” I ask and she nods and pushes her shoulders back, bringing her round, small but perfect tits closer to my lips. I kiss and lick and suck her nipples before gliding my thumbs over them. My hands are a little rough from the hockey gloves and I've learned that women—and men—love the rough slide of them against their soft spots. Olivia certainly seems to agree.
"Oh my God, Crew… I could come from this alone," she confesses and I make a mental note to never forget that. I mean, I don't know why. This is supposed to be a one-and-done. Well, once again and then done, so I'll never need this info but yet… well, I mean right now, in the heat of it, I would sign up for another night. Or three. I mean I wouldn’t be the first professional hockey player with a bed buddy, right?
One of her hands goes to my hair and she tugs me off her breasts. She holds up the condom with the other hand right between my mouth and those perfect tits. "I want to come a different way. You promised."
“I did.” I smile. “And I never break a promise.”
Except for my wedding vows, my conscience—ever the buzz-kill—reminds me. I push the thought out of my head and watch her carefully tear the foil package and pull out the condom. She gives me a silly smile. “I’ve only ever done this on a banana in health class. And the banana wasn’t as thick.”
I swallow down a laugh as she concentrates like this is rocket science. I don’t want to make her feel self-conscious but this is so damn adorable. She does a good job getting it down my shaft and the sensation of someone else doing it, ofOliviadoing it, steals my amusement and replaces it with desire. God, I am going to give this woman the fuck of her life. I want her to remember tonight until her dying breath.
I kiss her, holding her cheek and pushing her back into the mattress with my body. She’s so wet it doesn’t take much work to slide into her. She’s still so ridiculously tight I’m thinking of hockey drills again to keep from letting my need to pound her into the mattress and find my own release take over. I start to roll my hips, with intention, like I’m being graded on technique. I want her to feel every sensation, every inch. I keep my pelvis low and flat against hers so that my skin is rubbing and sliding against hers, her knees fall open, and she bucks into me, and I know I’m rubbing her clit with my pelvic bone, which was intended.
I grab a pillow from beside us and shove it roughly under her hips. "Trust me," I whisper into another kiss and then I roll my hips again and she gasps and arches her neck so I move my lips there. It allows her to whisper obscenities and my name which is hot as fuck.
“Crew. Oh God. Crew. Yeah… I… God… that feels good. God.”
I know it’s hard for a lot of women to come this way. I am doing my absolute best to make her one of the few who can. However, I am not averse to switching positions if I have to. For her, not me. I could come right this second if I let myself. But I don't, and I also don't have to change positions. I can feel her getting slicker, looser, as her hips move in their own rhythm chasing what I want to give her so badly. "Olivia, you're fucking perfect. This is fucking perfect."
She makes a strangled sound in response. Her cheeks are flushed but it’s not by her chronic shyness anymore. It’s pleasure making her pink now. I start moving a little faster, harder, but I still make sure each thrust ends with contact with that bundle of nerves between her legs. I lift one arm and hook it behind her knee before moving my lips back to hers. Her lips are on my neck and damn, the way she’s worshipping me makes my balls tighten dangerously.
I’m worried that this has become a battle I can’t win. I might come before her, but then, her eyes snap shut, and her mouth falls open, and she chokes on my name as it bubbles up from her heaving chest. The way her body clenches involuntarily around my cock is magic I swear I have never experienced before. I guess this night is offering up firsts for both of us.
I only survive three seconds of watching her ride out her first orgasm by penetration when I succumb blissfully to my own. My hips roll relentlessly as I milk this out in a blind fury of lust. I forget to be careful. I forget to be gentle. I just fuck her like my life depends on it.
When I’m spent I drop down on her, gasping and sweaty. “Are you okay?”
“Are you kidding?” She pants back. “I’m perfect.”
“That you are, Fireball.”
Chapter12
