Page 29 of Goalie Secrets
No, Vanya! Nooooo!
Jeremy’s hand tangles into my hair when he tilts my head to deepen our kiss, wiping all objections clean from my brain. He confidently entangles his tongue with mine, sweeping in strokes so perfect, I let out a helpless whimper. He eats my sounds. Sucks them from me before grazing his teeth on my bottom lip. Then he goes back in with urgency, a man possessed.
I’ve never been kissed like this. Ishouldn’tbe kissed like this.
My hands push against him. Jeremy stops immediately but doesn’t pull away. With our foreheads leaning, we catch our breath.
“We can’t.”
“No, we can’t,” he agrees.
Still, we cling to each other.
“This is a mistake, Jeremy.”
“It doesn’t feel like a mistake,” he mutters into the skin on my jaw. Running kisses along my earlobe, down the side of my neck, his words are muffled by my hair. “It feels incredible.”
“You…you can’t say that. We have to stop.”
He inhales deeply, face still buried in my neck. When he speaks, it’s gravelly and low. “One more, Vanya. One more kiss, then I’ll go.”
My entire body screamsyes, and he feels it. I close my eyes and nod. My mouth trembles with eager anticipation.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I ask in shock.
Jeremy has dropped to his knees. His strong hands cup my ass possessively while he looks up with crazed eyes.
“If I only get one more kiss, Vanya, I need more of you.”
He finds the edge of my leggings. Those capable fingers tease the skin around my bellybutton. Slowly, giving me plenty of time to resist, Jeremy pulls at my pants and underwear. In a daze, I watch him toss my clothes over his shoulder. He leans into my center and moans.
“You’re so wet. Open up so I can take all of you.”
I’m mesmerized by the sight of Jeremy panting heavily while he stares at my body. I should be ashamed, shouldn’t I? That I let him undress me. That I’m so damn wet.
“We can’t,” I mutter, voice weak and legs wobbly.
“Shhhh,” he says against my opening, sending blissful sensations through me. “I’ll make you feel so good, Vanya. Now spread those thighs like I know you want to.”
God, I want to. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything this much. The demanding attention. The sensual closeness. The torrid lust.
Jeremy kneeling and leaning into my most intimate parts looks like a man in the middle of worshipping the very thing he plans to ravish. I might be physically staring down at him, but Jeremy is the one holding me up.
Just once I want to shut my brain off and let someone else take over.
Just once I want to be held possessively and desired with abandon.
Just once I want to give in and feeleverything.
I shift my balance and lean on the wall. Jeremy lifts one leg to rest over his mountainous shoulder. He begins to kiss me. He starts with gentle, teasing brushes of his lips over quivering folds. Then he flattens his tongue against my clitoris and swirlsit till the ache morphs into pleasure. My hands grab his hair, his shoulders, anything I can cling to before the inevitable free fall because I know, Iknowhe’s about to ruin me.
Jeremy abandons all restraint and delves with his tongue, stroking my depths one moment and French kissing my folds the next. He devours me as if he’s a man whose craving can never be satisfied. Humming and moaning, Jeremy is relentless. I am undone by erotic sensations I’ve never felt before. My entire body concentrates to a single, throbbing point. Then, Jeremy sucks my clit. My back racks. My hips thrust. My breathing stops. An orgasm as strong and electrifying as lightning sears my body. It goes on and on. I’m powerless to stop the current rushing through my veins.
When the climax abates and the pulsing turns to shivers, I hit the solid ground of reality. My feet settle back to the hard floor of a dank basement. I open my eyes. Consciousness returns, and with it, shock and shame.
Did I really let my patient eat me out as I grabbed his hair and rode his shoulders?
Yes, Vanya. That is exactly what you did.