Page 63 of He Has Charm (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
“Oh my god.” My voice is muffled as he pulls my sweater and bra from me. “You know I haven’t forgotten one second, not one tiny detail down to the water droplets glistening on your skin.”
I shut my eyes, remembering, and lie back on the pillow naked. When I open them again, I see him lift his shirt over his shoulders and head, tossing it away into that faraway pile of clothes somewhere beyond us in the real world.
He reaches down to his zipper and pauses. I salivate at his magnificent chest—sculpted, wide at the shoulders—and his arms bunched with muscles.
“How do I deserve a man like you? I must be the luckiest girl alive.” My thoughts leak from my head to my mouth.
“You? Are you serious?” He leans forward, his face going from seductive to serious in a blink, his mouth close to mine, too tempting not to dart my tongue out and lick. He traps it and sucks it in, then takes my mouth with his in complete ravaging dominance. My heart pumps wildly, feeding my throbbing pussy. I arch up into him, feeling the singe of his chest against mine and wanting so much more. But he holds his hard cock away from me and I moan into his mouth.
“I’m the lucky one. My god…you’re more passionate than I even imagined you’d be.” He pauses to swallow. “So fucking sexy I don’t know how long I can—"
“Don’t wait, then, Knight. Take me now.” I can’t believe I’m begging.
“I want to eat you alive,” he growls. And then he makes good on his promise, moving his mouth down to my chin, the column of my neck, my shoulder, kissing and nibbling and licking, leaving a trail of steam as I whimper and arch up. I clamp my hand on his perfect hard ass to press his cock into me.
But I’m no match for his strength or his will as he moves out of my reach, trailing his mouth down my rib cage, slowing as my breathing shallows and I wonder if I’m going to have a heart attack because it’s beating so fucking fast. When his lips travel to my belly, whispering across my quivering skin, I call out half in pleasure, half in frustration, and I feel him laugh against my belly button as he circles his tongue. He laughs, the bastard. I clutch at his hair and try to push his head lower and he bites the tender skin between my belly and my pussy, his lips still vibrating with laughter.
“It’s not funny. I need you to …” I don’t know what. Well, I do know, but there are too many ways to get there and I can’t choose one. Until he drags his tongue down my belly over that mound and through the swollen folds, sending me flaring up like he was a lit match and I was gasoline.
“Oh my god, Maddox.” Spasms run through me as he clamps his hands onto my hips to hold me still and licks me up and down, not stopping even as I shudder and clench my legs around his face. I shake like I’m going to fall apart, wave after wave ripping me. He keeps flicking his tongue over my clit and he knows just how to make it come over and over until I don’t know if it’s one long violent orgasm or a storm of orgasms crashing through me.
When I scream and buck against him, he has mercy, lifting his head, though he’s still holding my hips like the best rodeo pussy rider in the world. My breathing is erratic and my heart bangs against my chest hard and fast. He climbs up, lifting himself over me, and buries his face in my hair as he holds me.
“You are so sexy. You taste so fucking good,” he whispers in my ear and then moves his mouth over mine. “You’re so fucking hot.” He talks into my mouth as he kisses me, breathing heavy. “I want make love to you all night. I want to explode deep inside you.”
“I want you inside me too. No condom. I’m on the pill.” His kiss stops and he lifts his head. Pure wonder fills those blue eyes I adore and I smile at him.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m clean.”
“I want to feel you, all you, only you.” The words tumble straight from my heart and soul.
“You are so fucking… too good to be true,” he says. And then he lowers his weight fully onto me and I feel the enormity of his cock heavy against my belly as he presses down. He grinds against me and the satisfying thickness of him presses into that vee where my pussy is recovering fast from the previous onslaught of his tongue.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks. I snort and he laughs, his arms holding him up above me, but close. As we stare into each other’s eyes, he maneuvers his body and with his hand lines up his cock, teasing my still throbbing pussy.
“I’m so ready. Don’t make me beg again.” His eyes go dark and he presses my legs wide with his, then he pushes inside me in a slow relentless glide that goes on and on until I’m full and he’s up against my wall and the sensation of satisfaction tingles through me. “Oh my god,” I whisper.
“You’re going to have to stop saying that or I’ll get a big head, sugar buns.”
“How could your head get any bigger?” I say and I mean his cock. He moves and I nearly choke at the flood of sensations.
“You okay?” I meet his eyes and he’s half smiling, half sincere. “You feel so good, so tight and hot my cock wants to live here.”
“Welcome home.”
He chuckles, but then his mouth twitches with strain and he moves again, gliding out and twisting his hips slightly. I think I lose consciousness for a blink and I see stars. He starts moving in and out faster, harder, and whatever orgasm I thought I felt before suddenly feels like the cute small appetizer to this big juicy meal.
My world is sensations, sparking and flooding and filling me from every direction as he breathes above me, glistening with sweat and the beauty of unholy raw manhood, driving in and out, groaning and making the kind of noises that my deepest animal instincts understand. I respond with my own noises as his hips pump so fast and hard now.
“I’m close.” My strangled words are a whisper, but he hears me and his hand comes between us and he touches me as our hips pull apart. His thumb finds that one spot, the throbbing nub, and then he slams back into me and my world explodes.
I go deaf and blind because I can’t see or hear for I don’t know how long as the universe tumbles through me and I fall through time and space filled with impossible sensations, my body shuddering, shaking, and rocking as millennia pass by.
When the racing sensations stop and I hear his breathing, his whispers, his curses, and see his face in front of mine as he rolls us to his side, I suck in some breaths as if I’d been holding back and smile. He has me in his arms, plastered against his sweaty chest and I think I may as well be in heaven.
“I love you, Maddox.” The words have their own life, flowing from me like the tide and as unstoppable. But the flinch of sudden tension in his body strikes me and I hold my breath, waiting for the shock to fade, but it doesn’t. He backs away.
Oh my god. I’ve ruined everything.
