Page 41 of He Has It All (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
“I do.” He reaches for his pants and pulls one from a pocket. I laugh.
“Always ready?”
“Old habit. I actually had no intentions of using a condom this weekend.” He holds it in his fist, not opening it, and I sense he’s reconsidering, so I reach down and squeeze his cock.
“I’m not an old habit. I’m the girl who’s wanted you all her damn life, Ryan. Give me what I want.”
Lowering himself over me, he brings his mouth close to mind, holding his weight off of me, except for his heavy cock that rests on my belly, my fingers playing with the tip, he says, “Did you know I’ve wanted you all my life, Wilde child?”
Dizziness is instant and I grab his face in my hands and pull him in for a kiss, breathing him, wanting to consume him, make him part of me right then and there as I arch up into him, begging. He devours me back, plunging his tongue and moving his hand down over my ribs and across my belly, which quivers under his fingers, raising goose bumps as I moan into his mouth and squirm against him until his fingers reach my pussy.
Circling and testing, he palms my mound and presses, then with unerring perfection, he spreads the folds and runs a finger down through the pool of moisture touching every nerve ending until he reaches my swollen clit. It pops and I explode in an instant of mind-numbing pleasure like a cherry bomb going off. As I writhe with waves of pleasure, he caresses me, flicking the sensitive swollen flesh of my pussy until I quake with endless aftershocks.
Lifting off me, he breaks open the foil and spreads the rubber over his long pulsing cock. I arch up and bring my hands down, clamping one on him and fingering my pussy with the other. Kneeling, he bends forward and spreads my legs wide as he thrusts and I guide him inside me.
“Fuck, you are so hot, so tight, so perfect.” He lowers himself so that his mouth is over mine, barely touching, breathing into my mouth, hard and ragged as he pushes himself all the way into me, filling me all the way until there’s nowhere else to go.
“You feel so unbelievably good.” He touches his lips to mine, caressing the soft swollen skin, small nibbles, moist, perfect, tender and sexy. I’m lost in the feeling of his mouth and his cock inside me as he pulses in and out, in the feel of the muscles in his shoulders and back bunching under my hands, in the slick sweaty feel of our skin touching skin. His chest presses against my nipples and I feel hard muscle and the sprinkle of soft hair against my skin, the course stubble of his jaw against my chin. All the sensations swirl together and take me away so that I’m lost, I’m part of him and he’s part of me.
Moving faster, hard and deep, his breathing ragged, the tension rises like a vortex spiraling into a fine point until the point explodes inside me, flowering out and expanding as I clutch his back.
“Ryan, Ryan, oh my God.” I can’t breathe and I want to cry as I hold him, wrap my legs around him as he pushes and, with a violent thrust, lets go of his passion. He releases into me, groaning, almost growling, loud and long as he pumps. His cum, warm and satisfying, fills me as I clench my arms and legs around him, wanting this moment, this feeling to never end, feeling like it never will.
We lie together while our breath returns to normal, caressing each other, murmuring our joy and satisfaction, our pleasure. Then sometime later, when I’m feeling so content that I could sleep with Ryan O’Rourke as my blanket, plugged in, warm and heavy, he moves.
“I don’t want to crush you,” he says. He lifts off me and removes his condom. His cock is still surprisingly large and robust, considering, and I smile. We never bothered to turn the lights out, so I watch him happily as he stands in all his manly splendor, ripped and perfectly sculpted with broad muscled shoulders, lats and chest narrowing to perfect hips and those butt cheeks to die for down to his powerful long legs. My God, what a specimen. He walks to the bathroom and he knows I’m watching, but there’s not a self-conscious bone in his body. And why should there be with a body like that?
In a fit of inadequacy, I pull the sheet over my nakedness. Too little too late. But I’m not in a beauty contest, I’m here for the satisfaction of finally experiencing the night I’ve longed for. And it’s oh so gigantically stupendous so far. Worth whatever—but this is no time to be thinking about consequences as Ryan returns to bed and wraps me in his arms. The bedside clock says two a.m. and I close my eyes as he kisses my forehead and I feel every inch of his naked skin against mine.
“Good night, Wilde child. Sweet dreams.”
I smile. “The sweetest ever.” Until morning.
