Holy. Fuck. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I swear I’m leaking, making a mess between my thighs.
My hips roll of their own accord, humping the air. Needy and excited.
I need her to come. So I double down. I suck her clit into mymouth, eliciting a breathy whine. Then I flick it with my tongue. Her head falls back and she rolls her hips. When she starts to pulse, I drag her down my body and thrust into her, wanting to feel her orgasm from the inside.
“Oh god,” she babbles.
“I know, baby,” I rasp against her mouth, kissing her through her first orgasm.
“How?” she whines.
“How what?” I press a kiss to her jaw, her neck. Sucking her sweet skin.
“How does it feel so good. Like—” Eyes wild, she shakes her head, like she can’t find the words.
“Because it’s us, Adeline. Because this is how it’s supposed to be. Me inside you. Always.”
Smiling down at me, she swivels her hips in a way that has my balls tugging tight again.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”
She moans, back arched. “Come on my tits.”
“That dirty mouth.” I pull out, then make room for her to lie on the mattress.
When she’s on her back, her hair splayed out around her, I drop between her thighs. But I want her to come one more time before we’re finished.
So I bury my face between her legs, and when my mouth meets her clit and I suck, she cries out. I add two fingers and press on the inside wall in a way that made her shatter quickly last night. Within seconds she’s clenching around me, her thighs squeezing around my shoulders as she comes in waves.
I press kiss after kiss to her sensitive sex, only stopping when she sighs out a soft sound. Then I lean back and jack myself until I come all over her gorgeous tits.
“That’s gonna be one hell of a video,” I say, collapsing beside her.
She surveys the sticky mess across her chest and then glares at me. “You’re going to clean this up, right?”
I smirk. “One second.” I pick up the phone, stop the recording, then switch over to the photo option. “Smile for me, baby,” I tease.
She tries not to, but the scowl slips quickly. We’re both too damn happy for that. The second it morphs into the smile I love so much, I snap a picture of my beautiful mess. Then I toss the phone onto the bed and rush to the bathroom so I can get her cleaned up.
After showers, we get back into bed, snuggling and ordering breakfast.
“What time do you have to get back?” she asks.
“I’m supposed to meet the team in Chicago tonight. We play tomorrow.”
I hate leaving her. Damn, I’d give just about anything to have a week alone with her in a bedroom. We deserve at least that.
But there’s nothing I can do about that now, so I move on. “What’s on your agenda now that the Olympics are over?”
Her lips twist, her cheeks going pink, like she has a secret.
I turn to face her completely, eager to know everything.
“There’s a spot in Vegas.”
“A spot?” I parrot.
“A goalie spot.”
