When she’s taken all of me, we take a moment, both of us adjusting. Her forehead rests against my lips, her chest rising and falling against mine.
“You’re a big man,” she says with laboured breaths.
Despite every ligament in my body feeling tight enough to snap, I laugh remembering her speaking the same words that first day in my office. “So I’ve been told,” I murmur against her cool skin.
She starts to move on me, slowly, but even with her restrained pace, I’m already struggling not to come. I try to think of hockey stats. Song lyrics. Random facts.
What’s the capital of Nunavut?
Elliot picks up the pace, moving faster, breathing harder and louder than before. My fingers squeeze her hips as she swivels, riding me like I’m a prize bull at the goddamn stampede.
I reach between us, finding that magical little cluster of nerves and she grows tighter around me, threatening to crush me to dust.
And what a fucking way to go.
“I’m…I’m…” Her voice gets higher on every syllable.
“You’re fucking made for me, Elliot. That’s what you are.”
She comes harder than the first time, taking me with her. I feel her around me, in me, everywhere. Pleasure so raw, so intense, I might momentarily black out.
I trace slow, absent lines up her back as we drift back to earth together, limbs still tangled, heat lingering between us. Elliot tips her forehead to mine, and we stay there, breathing each other in, sharing that soft, suspended moment right after everything else goes quiet.
“Well…” Her voice is wrecked in the best way, breathless like she’s just crossed a finish line. “Not bad for two very out-of-practice players, right?”
A laugh rolls out of my chest as I pull her closer, my thumb brushing her skin. “Not bad at all.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ELLIOT
Elliot: How did it go with Cal this morning?
Arthur: Aren’t you with her right now?
Elliot: Yes
Arthur: So ask her
Elliot: I can’t ask her about someone she’s treating. It’s unethical
Arthur: Let me get this straight. You can’t be my physio any longer because we’re having sex.
Elliot: Correction. We’re having great sex.
Arthur: The great was implied.
Elliot: How?
Arthur: Because it’s with me.
Elliot: Of course. How foolish of me.
Arthur: Forgiven
Arthur: As I was saying, you can’t be my physio anymore because we’re having great sex
Elliot: Correct
