Page 113 of Slap Shot Surprise
mabel
“Want to hear something funny?”I lay facing Joe, my hands tucked beneath my cheek on the pillow. I couldn’t believe we were actually naked in my bed, where I’d spent the last five months dreaming about him.
“Yes.” He had one arm bunched beneath a pillow, the other hand on my stomach, waiting to see if the baby would move. The bedside lamp was on its lowest setting, and the room was cozy.
“Before you came and sat next to me on the plane, I was planning to ask whoever was in that seat to switch with me, because I like the aisle seat better. But when you got there and sat down, you were so hot, I couldn’t do it.”
He laughed. “You should have asked. I would have given you the aisle seat.”
“I couldn’t! All I could do was stare at your face.” I reached out and pushed the hair off his forehead, then touched his temple. “I noticed a scar right here. And another one here.” I traced his lips.
“I remember you asked about that one.” He smiled andkissed my fingertip. “Want to hear something I noticed right away about you?”
“Yes.”
He cupped my jaw, rubbing the side of my mouth with his thumb. “The dimple.”
I laughed. “Really?”
“Yes. It was adorable and sexy at the same time, which sums up what I thought about you.”
“You thought I was sexy?”
“Fuck yes. Maybe not on the plane—although I did think you were cute—but when I saw you at the wedding in those heels and that dress? Forget it. I knew what I wanted.”
I laughed. “To knock me up?”
“No, smart-ass.” He grabbed me beneath the arms and rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I straddled his hips. “To give you what nobody else could.”
“Well, you did both. Congratulations.” I was slightly self-conscious sitting up there like that, but Joe’s eyes drank me in thirstily.
He reached for my breasts, covering them with both hands, teasing me with his fingers. “This fucking body. You have no idea what it does to me.”
I exhaled slowly, my nipples growing hard beneath his touch. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensations—his solid hips between my thighs, the ridges of his stomach muscles under my palms, the warmth of his skin. “God, I love your hands.”
Between us, his cock thickened, and I began to rock my hips along its hard length, need building in me.
“Mabel,” he said urgently. “Will we hurt the baby?”
“No.”
“Will we hurt you?”
“No.” Reaching low, I rose up on my knees and positioned his cock between my thighs. As I sank down on him, we both moaned.
“Oh fuck.” Joe gripped my hips. “Go slow. You have to go slow. I beg you to go slow.”
Laughing breathlessly, I did what he asked, the unhurried pace its own delicious torture. I swiveled and circled my hips over his, leaning forward to get the angle just right, gasping at the way he filled me, and the sharp twinge that blurred the line between pleasure and pain. “You’re so deep,” I whispered. “It feels so good.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind was the fear that this was it, this was the last time with him. I had no idea when we’d see each other again or what the situation would be or even how big I’d have grown. I wanted to savor every single second.
But even a slow climb will take you to the top, and we found ourselves there together, reluctant to jump but craving the rush of the fall. Joe’s breathing was quick and hard, his skin hot and sweaty. He kept closing his eyes, his expression pained, like the sight of me was too much to bear. I’d never felt so beautiful, or so alive.
“Cupcake.” It was a warning.
“I know,” I breathed, my hands braced on his chest, riding him harder and faster. “I know.”
My hair swung around my shoulders. A sweat broke out on my skin.
