“Yes.” I lifted my hips, trying to help him free me of the jeans. “I want you so much, Luke.”
My wrists dropped free of his hold as his other hand moved down to the jeans and he swept them off in a quick motion. I gripped the bedspread in my fists, willing myself to stop shaking as his lips traveled up my inner leg.
I couldn’t help it — my hockey dialect took over. “Fuck! Just your face on my thigh is about to make me fucking come.”
“I’ll slow down.”
His mouth moved to the other side of my leg, up to my hip, where he kissed me through the thin satin panties I wore.
“Luke,” I whimpered, my body screaming with arousal. “Please fuck me.”
“I will.” He kissed his way up my body to my neck and spoke against my ear. “But not yet.”
I writhed against his body, hoping to persuade him.
“Am I gonna have to hold you down again?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Mmm, yes,” I said breathlessly. “Hold me down and fuck me, Luke. I want you inside me. Make me sore.”
“Fuck, stop that,” he said in a low growl.
“We can make love later,” I said. “Now show me you aren’t all talk. Fuck me, Luke. Right now. The rougher you are, the harder I’ll come.”
His eyes darkened and he sprang to his knees on the bed, unbuttoning his pants.
“Careful what you wish for, baby,” he said, standing up to pull his pants and boxers off. My lips parted when I saw his cock – long, thick and hard. That was gonna hurt, but I had a feeling it would be the most blissful pain of my life.
He grabbed the sides of my panties and jerked them down, tossing them to the floor.
“Shit, condoms,” he muttered, reaching for a bag beside the bed and tearing open a box.
“I’m on the pill,” I said as he ripped a foil package open.
“Yeah, but … I’m clean, but are you sure?”
“We still need to use a condom, I just meant we have a backup. And I know you’re good, I ran a panel on you when you got here.”
He grinned down at me as he slid the condom on. “Already knew you wanted in my pants?”
“Fuck you, I do one on all the players.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you, all right.” He put a hand on each of my knees and spread my legs so wide my muscles burned.
He kissed his way up my thighs, and when he reached the top, I nearly launched off the mattress.
“Luke,” I said, pressing a hand to my face to conceal my embarrassment. “I don’t know if I can take it … No one’s ever …”
He drew in a sharp breath. “I’m so fucking lucky to be the only man who’s ever tasted you.” He lowered his mouth and licked my clit softly. I let out a ragged moan.
“God … Luke … that feels so good.”
“I miss those curls down here that I saw that day in the shower,” he said, his breath tickling my sensitive, bare skin, “But this is pretty sexy, too.”
I closed my eyes, basking in the sensation of his mouth on me. I’d never felt anything like it. His tongue was working such magic that I was rotating my hips against his mouth unashamedly.
“I want you,” I said softly. He rose, kissing my stomach slowly, then my breasts, as his lips made their way back to mine.
My body clenched with anticipation as he lowered himself on top of me. I was braced for pain, but instead he kissed me again, soft and easy. His tongue brushed across mine lazily. I moaned softly, relaxing into the warmth of the kiss.
With one swift thrust, he was in me, and I gasped loudly, pulling away from his mouth.
“Shit, that hurts,” I said softly. He eased out a little, his eyelids dropping closed from the sensation. I could see that what was painful for me was crazy good for him. He eased all the way out.
“Don’t you like it?” I whispered.
“Of course. You feel amazing, baby. But I’ll go slow. I’ll make this so good for you.”
“Don’t. Please fuck me, Luke. I want you to.”
“It won’t turn me on to hurt you.”
His fingers found my clit, circling as he kissed me again.
“Mmm, I like that,” I said.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since that night in the shower.”
His closeness and his adept fingers were making me tingle with the onset of an orgasm. I didn’t want the first one like this.
“I’m okay,” I said. “Let me feel you inside me again.”
He pushed back in very slowly and flexed his hips toward me.
“Ah … better. Sorry I’m so out of practice,” I muttered.
“You’re perfect.” He kissed my forehead and eased out. “Just relax. We’ve got all night.”