"So good," he murmured, fingers caressing her jaw. "So goddamn good. Work that mouth over me, just like that."
She released him for a moment, panting, then licked again, but he moved away. "Need to fuck you, baby. And that sweet pussy needs to be fucked."
"Yes. Oh yes."
She blinked at him as he found another condom, then moved between her legs, parting them, his own knees spread wide and planted into the mattress as he entered her. He kept his eyes focused on hers and the connection between them was palpable-intense, hot, intimate. He stretched her tender flesh, filling her with a beautiful completeness, so satisfying and yet not nearly enough. Planting his hands on the bed, he bent forward to kiss her again, hard and hungry. He kissed her jaw, then the side of her neck, sucking her skin into his mouth in a soft love bite.
His hips moved faster, powering into her, the mattress bouncing and becoming frenzied. She curled her arms around him to hang on for the ride as he fucked her, sounds of pleasure-pain falling from her lips, mingling with his own grunts and gasps.
"Want you to come, baby," he muttered near her ear. "Tell me … "
She was there. His pelvis rocking into her with such fierce pressure on her clit had her there, and she cried out as pleasure exploded, ripping through her.
"Oh yeah. Come on my cock, baby." His hips slowed into one hard thrust accompanied by a guttural noise … another … and another, and she felt his cock pulsing inside her. She gripped his firm ass and held him tight to her body, his face buried in the side of her neck, his breath fast and hot against her skin.
He slowly pushed up onto straight arms and kissed her, giving a slow glide in and out of her, then once more. She released a long sigh of decadent pleasure.
He smiled against her lips. "Yeah. Let's try again."
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"Would love to stay in bed with you all day," Tanner murmured into her hair the next morning. "But I've got a practice at ten."
"I'd love that too." She rolled and stretched her arms over her head, pointing her toes. Her body felt pleasantly sore from sexual activity. Lots of sexual activity. "But I have a party tonight, and I need to get going to pick up some things, and meet the caterer and the florist."
"What kind of party?"
"It's an anniversary celebration. A fiftieth wedding anniversary."
"Jesus. That's a long time to be married."
"I know, right? You don't see that very often these days. They're a totally sweet couple. Their kids are throwing the party for them."
"Nice." With a sigh he rolled out of bed and strolled naked across the room toward the bathroom. She had to watch. How could she not? She admired all the little flexing muscles in his back, the bulging thighs and taut ass. The swirls of black ink across his upper back in a tattoo he hadn't had before … the words "winners never quit" in script with some badass embellishments.
She crawled out of bed too. She picked up his shirt, wishing she could wear it again, but she probably had to give it back. He wasn't going home shirtless. She located their clothes, wrapped herself in a robe, and wandered into the kitchen. She wasn't much of a breakfast person-all she needed was caffeine. Should she offer him something to eat?
She heard the shower running, but it was the quickest shower ever. He was back in a few minutes, a towel around his hips, his hair damp.
"Your clothes are on the bed. I'm afraid your shirt's a little wrinkled."
He shrugged. "No worries. I'll zip home to change before I head to the arena."
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Nah. They feed us before practice. Omelet bar."
She lifted an eyebrow. "Wow."
"Yeah. We're spoiled." He buttoned his shirt, covering that amazing chest. Now dressed, he sauntered over to her. "So you're busy tonight. How about you come to the game tomorrow?"
She pursed her lips. "I've been avoiding hockey for so long. I haven't been to a game in ages."
"You used to love my games."
"Except when you fought."
"I got in, like, two fights in college."
She smiled.
"I hardly ever fight."
"Okay."
"I'll get you tickets."
"Tickets. Plural? I'll see if Rachel will come with me."
"If you want, I can talk to Lovey … you could sit with her and the other wives and girlfriends."