Page 26 of He Has MVP (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
My epic moan of pleasure comes from my soul. “Aiden . . . oh, Aiden.” He moves inside me as I arch up and his cock hits the farthest spot, my most sensitive place. Dizziness swirls my mind and I close my eyes, holding onto him as he pulls out to the tip. Then I arch up to meet him as he thrusts in again, strong and steady and swift, to the hilt. The dizzy pleasure in me shoots through my body, more intense than before. I can feel the quiver in his arms as he holds himself above me, taking the brunt of his weight, yet covering me.
“I want more.” I’m not aware of saying the words, but I hear myself.
“You’re so hot and tight, Allie. I’m going to lose it fast.” He rasps the words as he moves in and out again, quicker, but under control. I bring a hand up to his face and hold his cheek as I kiss him. He darts his tongue into my mouth as he moves his cock in and out of me, faster now.
The movement, filling and emptying me, plunging and hitting that wildly dizzying spot deep inside, heats me.Incineratesme. I hear his growl, feel his tension, and as he slams into me hard, I hold him inside, forcing his eruption to mingle with my explosion, that final blinding eclipse where all I see is red and all I feel is him and the ultimate ecstasy of orgasmic pleasure.
He bursts, repeated spasms releasing all he has as he says my name over and over like a prayer of thanks. My own voice is lost in a silent breathless scream of joy. Until I hear it, loud and clear.
“Aiden, my love . . .” And there’s nothing to stop me from spilling what I feel from my soul.
It takes a long time for the shaking to stop, for the passionate tension to uncoil. Aiden holds me, kisses me, tells me how magnificent I am. His words are soft, tickling my ear, but I want to see his face, so I gently release him and nudge him off me. He slips one arm under my back and holds me to him and I throw an arm over his still heaving chest, feeling his heart thud wild with excitement.
We say nothing as our hearts slow, but not because it’s awkward. I feel more satisfied, more comfortable than I ever have with a man. Am I ready to confess that to the Boston Brawlers’ MVP? No. I haven’t lost my mind completely. Not yet. But I know it wouldn’t take much from here. He gets to me when he shouldn’t. He’s too goofy, and yet he’s not. He’s funny and strong as hell and responsible and confident to a fault. And even though words uttered in the throes of passion can and are routinely easily dismissed, I spoke the wordlove. It’s more surprising than alarming. Because right now, I’m too blissful to be alarmed. Not even by the increasing assault of the wind against the trees and house.
