“That’s right. Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs against my lips before pushing me back up and hopping up behind me. Pressing my chest to the bed, he tangles his hand in my hair as he drops kisses down my back, sending shivers throughout my body. Closing my eyes, I try to collect myself as the sound of a tearing condom wrapper fills the room. When he enters me, I suck in a breath, my whole body tensing up from the invasion. But it’s welcome. Damn it, it’s so welcome. Taking me by my shoulders, he lifts me before he starts to pound into me, each thrust so hard and fulfilling I almost can’t handle it. I lift my ass so he can go deeper, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he pounds into me. And I’m gone. So fucking gone.
The smack of his body against my ass is like music to me and soon becomes my favorite sound ever. When I look back at him, he looks so beautiful and in the zone. But then he reaches for me, one hand holding my breast, his other hand finding my clit as his teeth sink into my shoulder. Crying out, I watch his face as he fucks me with his cock and his finger against my clit. He demolishes me, and I almost can’t stay up on all fours as he sends me into convulsions, my orgasm rocking my body so hard.
As he kisses my shoulder, I squeeze my eyes shut, his name falling from my lips as he pounds into me. It’s so damn good, such a tight fit as my body squeezes him. When I open my eyes, our gazes lock, and I feel it. We are falling even more for each other. I wonder if he feels it too. The euphoric, all-consuming feeling of his taking what he wants from me and my giving it to him. He can have it all. Everything.
With one hand at my hip, his other takes me by my chin, and then he is jerking into me, his own orgasm racking his body. His fingers bite into my jaw, but I just turn into his hand, biting his palm, causing him to cry out ever so perfectly. Pulling me against his chest, he takes my mouth with his, his hands holding me close as we get lost in our kisses. It was so frantic, so much need between us that I’m trembling against him. Squeezing me tightly, he kisses me once and then twice before pulling back to look at me.
He looks more than gorgeous, and I can’t even fathom how I got here. How I was able to get the most amazing, sweetest guy ever to want me. I mean, he’s just beautiful. His face is red, sweat dripping down his temple, and his lips swollen from our kisses. Kissing my nose, he leans his head against mine, sharing the same uneven breath with me. Just like we are one.
I don’t ever want anything else but this.
Holding my gaze, he cups my jaw, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “I loved the song you sang tonight.”
I laugh. “You rock my world and then you bring up a song?”
He grins, sucking in breaths. “The whole time you were singing, I just wanted you, but it was more than that. I love it.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I almost thought it was for Todd, but then you looked at me like you are now, that hot, sex-kitten look, and I knew it was for me.”
“It was,” I whisper, our lips moving against each other not in a kiss, but just a feel. When he pauses, his eyes burning into mine, I smile. “What?”
Looking bashful, his eyes are blazing as he asks, “Does it feel like the first time, every time to you?”
I raise a brow. “What do you mean?”
“Like, do you get the butterflies still?”
I hadn’t until he said that, and as they go nuts in my gut, I nod. “I call them June bugs now.”
His forehead presses to mine and his eyes fall closed. “I hope that feeling never ends.”
“Me too.”
“I hope this never ends.”
I close my eyes and my heart skips a beat as I slowly nod against his head. “Me too.”
Running my finger lazily along her spine, I look out the window as l
ight begins to fill the room. It’s early, only five, and I have no clue why I’m awake. Probably because I’m so used to it from working for the last three weeks at the coffee shop. But man, I wish I could go back to sleep. Today, I don’t have to work or go to practice, it’s guaranteed sleep time, but instead I’m staring at the ceiling.
I look over to Markus’s bed and see that he is not there. He didn’t come home last night. Interesting. Guess this thing with Mekena is going well. He may have not been very committed or even think it could work, but every time I see him, I see her, so I’m thinking it is. Not that it’s any of my business. I have my girl in my arms and nothing else matters but her right now.
Looking down at Avery, I smile as I move her hair out of her face, kissing her forehead. She nuzzles into my neck and my grin grows. I remember when she told me she didn’t like to cuddle. I kind of don’t believe her, though. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t that she didn’t like it, it was that she never had the chance to enjoy it. Hell, that could go for a lot of things. Especially hockey, because since my first game, she’s come to practice and she doesn’t look bored. So yeah, I think I’m right. She doesn’t know what she likes because everything she’s had has been shit.
Not anymore.
When she pulls back, looking up at me sleepily, her brows pull together.
“Why are you awake? I thought you didn’t have work or practice.”
I nod. “I don’t. I’m just awake.”
“Oh,” she says with a yawn before cuddling back into my side. “Try to go back to sleep.”
I chuckle. “Trying.”