Zack (Cold Fury Hockey 3)

Dragging my hand away, I step back from the bed and start yanking my clothes off, first pulling the condom out of my back pocket and laying it on the nightstand. I cut a quick glance over to Kate, who has pushed herself up on her elbows, knees casually bent, to watch me.

Not a shy bone in her body. It amazes me that someone such as her, so outgoing and funny, would hide herself from the world.

No, correction: She hid herself away from men.

Yet she doesn't exhibit an ounce of coy modesty in her sexuality. I have no clue what her experience is, but I know she damn well did everything right the other day when we were in her bathroom.

When I'm naked, I grab the condom and tear it open. Turning to face her, I roll it on my cock and then lift my gaze to hers. Her eyes are pinned on my shaft, and she slays me when that pink tongue of hers slips out and licks at her bottom lip.

And I just can't wait anymore. I'm going to be totally lacking finesse and seduction. My foreplay will be minimal, but that's okay, because Kate is drenched for me already. I swear to the hockey gods above that I will make it up to her later.

I crawl onto the bed, right between her legs, and press my hips down so my cock lies against her pussy. Supporting most of my weight on my arms, I hover above her. Her hands come out and lie flat against my chest while she stares at me.

"So this is it, huh?" she asks mischievously.

"Would appear so."

"Yay," she squeaks with excitement, and actually takes her hands away from my chest to give an exuberant but soft clap of eagerness.

And I laugh. Can't fucking help it.

You'd think this moment of levity would cause my hard-on to flag, but Christ, I find her sexy when her goofy nature comes out. If anything, I swell harder.

I dip my face toward hers, giving her a soft kiss...a tentative one to get her lips used to mine. Her mouth immediately opens and invites me in, and I accept. Dropping to just one elbow, I snake my other hand down between our bodies and test her readiness again. Two of my fingers easily slide into her, and I thrust them in and out of her while I fuck her mouth a little with my own.

Damn, she tastes good...minty toothpaste and sweet southern girl. I can't wait to see what she tastes like elsewhere, but that's going to have to wait.

Curling my fingers upward while lodged deep inside her produces a wild reaction and her hips lurch up hard. Mmmm...sensitive G-spot. Have to remember that.

Lifting my mouth from hers and pulling my hand away, I whisper, "I can't wait anymore, Kate. I need to be inside of you."

She answers me by reaching down with her own hand and grasping on to the base of my cock. It leaps in recognition of her touch and then she's guiding me to her entrance. She rubs the tip through her wet folds a few times and then places me just in the right spot. When she releases her hold on me, I know she's ready.

I give a slight push and sink in a fraction. Tight heat grips me hard and I clench my jaw violently to keep from yelling out from the exquisite pleasure. Sweat pops out on my forehead as I continue to push in...one long, slow stroke until my pelvis is pressed tight against hers. Kate moans in appreciation.

Damn...need to hold still for just a minute or else I'm going to lose every bit of control.

"Oh, Jiminy Crickets," she mutters in her soft southern voice, and there's a grin a mile wide on my face as I look down at her.

"You're such a dork," I tease her. "Who says 'Jiminy Crickets' while they're being fucked?"

She laughs softly. "I do. And you haven't started fucking me yet."

Hell, yeah, I dig her candor. Completely get off on her humor. It's appreciated more than anything at this moment, as it's allowed me to have a bit of time to get control of myself so I'm not blowing in a nanosecond.

"You asked for it, Kate," I warn her, and pull out of her slowly, coming to a halt just before I pull free, and then push back in a little faster...a little harder.

I do that a few more times, picking up the pace and finally hooking an arm under one of her legs to pull her open just a bit more for me.

It doesn't take very long and I'm chasing my orgasm. I can't help it...for the first time in five months, and it's the best feeling I've had in that time. I can't slow down to enjoy it. I just have to have it.

My control fractures fast until I'm mindlessly thrusting inside her. Kate's moans get louder and her head thrashes back and forth. God, I hope she comes soon, because I don't think I can hold back, knowing this to be true by the pressure starting to bubble hot inside of me.

"Come on, Kate," I urge her, each word coming out on a hard gust of breath.

One particularly deep thrust and Kate cries out. I immediately crush my mouth down on hers to help keep her pleasure silent and I can feel her humming deep in her throat. I know she's coming when one hand reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling hard at the back of my head. Her body stiffens for a brief moment, her hips slam up to meet mine, and her back arches so strongly off the bed that she pushes my weight backward.

Fuck...she comes gloriously hard. I've never seen or felt that before, and she pushes a scream right into my mouth.

Her undoing is my undoing.

Before I even know what is happening, my orgasm breaks free and I start coming. I pull my mouth away from hers and bury my face in her neck. Normally I will hold myself still as I start to unload so I can concentrate on the feeling, but I have no control over my body at this point. My hips continue to slam against her and every stroke seems to suck more and more semen out of me until I feel absolutely drained by the experience.

I hope she can hold my weight, because I absolutely can't. I drop down on top of her, completely boneless and so satisfied, I don't have one single worry within me. The gray is gone and I feel...bright inside.

Yeah...we're going to do this again. At least once more tonight and very often thereafter. I am not fucking giving this up now that I've felt the beauty of it.

But I have to set the boundaries first.

Garnering what little strength I have left, I manage to lift off Kate and put my weight on one elbow. My cock is still semihard and lodged within her. If I didn't have to dispose of the

condom, I bet if I started moving again, I could get fully hard pretty quick.

But boundaries first.

Kate's hand plays in my hair now, using her fingers to gently twirl the ends. Her smile is satisfied and her eyes are gentle.

"You okay?" I ask her.

"Mmmm. Hmmm," she hums in her throat.

"Kate?"

Her eyes clear a little and her hand goes still in my hair. "Yes?"

"This can't go anywhere."

Her brows draw inward and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth to nibble at it thoughtfully. "You mean...this was a onetime-only thing?"

I shake my head...almost violently, so she knows that's not what I mean. "I don't want this to be just one time. But...it's just sex for me. It's not a relationship."

Her eyes flick back and forth between my own, absorbing the harsh nature of my words even though I tried to gentle them as much as possible.

"Are you going to have sex with other women while you're having sex with me?" she asks tentatively.

"No," I say quickly. "I don't want to. I'm not ready--"

I stop...recalculate my words. Give them to her again in a more candid fashion. "Kate...I wasn't looking for a sexual relationship. I didn't think I was ready, and this just sort of happened. I'm not looking to go out and nail every piece of...well, you know what I mean. It would be just you."

She nods in acknowledgment. "Monogamous."

"Yes, monogamous," I affirm.

"Well, I hate to contradict your earlier statement, but I'm sorry...that's a relationship," she points out. And she doesn't do this in a way that makes me feel like she's latching on to me. She's merely pointing out a technical truth.

"Fair enough," I tell her. "Then let me clarify...my feelings won't develop into anything more than desire for you. You can't be expecting that from me."

"Then I won't," she says simply.

My head tilts and I look at her skeptically. "Just that easy?"

"Your expectations are clear. I know the boundaries. It's just sex," she says.

"And that's okay with you?" I ask her, desperate to make sure she truly understands this.

"I don't know," she says honestly. "I can't predict how that will make me feel. But I'm willing to give it a try if you are. If I can't handle it, then you'll be the first to know."