Page 50 of He Has Game (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
Her mouth is open and I do believe I’ve caused her shock and awe because that’s the exact look on her face. A combination of mouthwatering anticipation and stark fear that tightens my balls. But I need to ride the line here, excite her, excite myself, and stay just this side of the line where I lose it. This has never been such a problem before. With Vivvie, my senses seem to be magnified. Then I remind myself it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and that has to have something to do with my hair-trigger response tonight.
And every other time I’m near Vivvie.
Staring at me, her eyes glassy, panting in shallow breaths, waiting patiently, she darts her delectable pink tongue out to lick her bottom lip as if she’s parched, as if she can’t wait for me to take a taste. So I do. Lowering my mouth to hers, I take a deep, possessive taste, a no-holds-barred, tongue to the bottom of her throat, hot devouring taste of her. In return, she tastes back with that not-so-shy tongue of hers as her arms come up around my head, clutching me, pressing my mouth to hers.
Her chest heaves under mine as we both struggle to breathe. I move my mouth to taste the rest of her as promised. Her earlobes first, their delicate shell shape and tiny hairs at her temple turn me on, so soft and warm and innocent. Then I move my mouth to whisper in her ear, breathing deep and still hard because I’ll never catch my breath with her in my arms.
“You’re too pretty, too soft, and so delicious.” I don’t tell her she’s too vulnerable, but that’s what I think as I move down her neck, to her clavicle and shoulder.
She arches up, her hands raking my hair and my neck, sending shivers through me. When she mews my name, my cock stiffens into her and I still, trying to hold onto that thin line of control.
“You’re impatient, aren’t you?” I ask.
She nods, responding again to a question I already know the answer to.
Without waiting a beat, I lower my mouth to her breast and take her nipple into my mouth and suck. Hard. She whimpers and I nip her with my teeth, flick the hard sensitive point with my tongue, enjoying the fuck out of the sounds she’s making, half moan, half my name. I need to hear my name fully and distinctly so I lower myself, trailing kisses down her rib cage, appreciative of her fine shape, the indent of her belly below her ribs.
Then I feel her panic and I know just how inexperienced she is. Fucking dickhead whoever made love to her before and did a piss-poor job of it. She has no idea what she’s missing, what’s coming and my excitement ratchets up to seismic proportions because I’ll be the one to give it to her, to make her come apart and blow her mind with the ecstasy of hard explosive orgasms. What I did for her before will seem mild.
I spread her legs apart and kneel before her, then lift her knees over my shoulders. Her expression goes from wonder to panic.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you trust me, Vivvie?” She nods. The question calms her, she lowers her head back down on the pillow. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.” I wait a beat, my cock throbbing, blood rushing, muscles tense, sweat popping on my chest and temples.
Now I need to calm myself, because Vivvie has bestowed on me a great gift and an awesome responsibility, and I won’t disappoint her.
Simultaneously lifting her and lowering my head to position her pussy so that it’s in front of my face, I look at her, check on her one more time. When I see the gleam of anticipation in her eyes, I go for it.
Lowering my mouth to her pussy, the first thing I experience is the heady scent of her and that alone almost undoes me, so I rein it in, clenching my muscles hard. I can see the moistness before I reach in with my tongue and touch the glistening folds of her pussy. She jumps, her muscles tensing. She’s as delicious as she is gorgeous. I kiss her gently and that calms her muscles, as I continue light kisses. Increasing the pressure, I feel her move her hips, arching up slightly, so I dart out my tongue and lick, tasting the abundant honey of her excitement.
She squirms again and moans, but I don’t stop this time, stroking my tongue from the top of her pussy to the bottom, then sliding into the swelling folds.
“Finn.” She’s not shy or tentative, but pleading and needy as she squirms and arches with more abandon now.
With my tongue deep inside her pussy, I lick until I feel the slick nub of her clit and circle it. The wildness of her thrashing and moaning turns me on, shooting a spark of joy and pain through me and I take a deep breath. But the scent of her is so strong that it makes me dizzy with need.
“Finn—don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” I can’t. I keep circling her clit until her thrashing movements, trying to get that satisfaction, to get my tongue where she needs it, drives me to my limit of endurance. Her legs vibrate, trembling with strain. She’s close. My own anticipation of her orgasm on edge, I flick my tongue directly across her clit and she screams and bucks, but I don’t stop. Flicking her clit with increasing pressure, her panting breaths and loud moans, getting faster and louder, I suck, taking her clit into my mouth, taking in all her juices and the explosion of her racking orgasm.
“Finn. Finn!” She screams so loud I know I’ll hear her in my dreams, feel the quivering of her body, the clenching of her thighs around me, the taste of her creamy cum flowing over my tongue etched on my memory forever.
As her waves of pleasure relent and her muscles loosen, my first instinct is to do it again, to take her in my mouth so I can experience this intoxicating pleasure all over again. But I want to feel her come with me inside her, want us to orgasm together, so I let go over her legs and move up to kiss her face and hold her, let her take me in her arms, let her wrap her legs around me and kiss my face everywhere. And let her whisper her words of love.
I don’t think she’s aware that she’s telling me how much she loves me, how wonderful and perfect I am. These are the words of a postorgasmic high, spoken under the influence without thought. I know this. I’ve heard them before. I tell myself to ignore them, but something in me listens, something in me warms and has trouble putting her words aside because this is Vivvie and she wouldn’t lie to me.
But if she’s not lying, then this is Vivvie, and I could break her heart.
Pushing myself off her because I need separation, I kneel between her legs, my cock still hard and proud standing between us now. She pushes herself up to her elbows.
“Finn. You—I’ve ignored you. You’ve been so giving and I’ve been so selfish.” She reaches out, staring at me—or rather my cock. My racing heart loses track of Vivvie’s vulnerable heart.She wants this, doesn’t she?
She touches me, and I have my answer. It’s a light tentative touch and I crave so much more.
“Don’t be afraid, Vivvie. Hold me. Let me feel your hands on me, around me. Stroke me.”
When I get what I ask for, I cry out in excited panic, almost losing control and I have to cover her hand with mine to stop her, to still her eager hands.
