Page 44 of Hot for the Hockey Player (The Single Moms of San Camanez: The Vino Vixens #2)

Maverick

I pressed kisses over her breasts, down her toned abdomen, and over each hip bone before finally tugging her leggings and nude underwear off all the way.

She nibbled on her bottom lip and glanced down her body at me with wariness in her gaze as my mouth hovered over her pussy.

Smirking, I pressed my nose to the thin, trimmed, dark patch of hair, and inhaled deep, pulling her unique feminine scent deep into my lungs and straight into my long-term memory bank.

Hunkering down onto my belly, I shouldered her thighs apart a little more, and she bent her knees, planting her bare feet on the bed.

Even her toes with the siren-red nail polish and little matching rings on each second toe were cute.

With my finger, I explored her pussy lips, spreading them to reveal her shiny pink center, plump and ready for me.

Sliding a finger into her channel, I pulled it out and swirled it around her clit, which caused her hips to jump off the bed and make me smile.

I did it again, and again, earning the same reaction along with a low moan. She sunk deeper into the mattress and I brought my mouth over her clit and sucked. At the same time, I pushed two fingers into her pussy and curled them.

“Oh god,” she crooned, her voice breathy and deeper than normal.

Releasing her clit, I circled it with my tongue, continuing to fuck her with my fingers.

Her hips rocked, pressing her mound against my nose—which I loved.

Her fingers gripped my hair, and she pulled me harder against her pussy, riding my face as her orgasm grew closer.

I was living out my teenage fantasy, and it was better than I could have ever imagined.

I was having sex with Gabrielle Campbell, the sexiest, most mysterious woman I’d ever met.

Back when I was fifteen and living in Gabrielle’s house, I was a virgin, and despite all the locker room chat, knew nothing about how to please a woman.

I actually bought a bag of peaches and practiced eating out in my room, never knowing when I’d get the opportunity to do it for real, but wanting to be prepared.

I was raised to practice until I could do it in my sleep, and while my parents intended that to be for hockey, I applied it to other things as well.

I would like to think that eating those peaches prepared me for the real thing when it eventually happened, and now I really could do it in my sleep.

I wasn’t sleeping now though. I was very much awake, and my cock strained hard against the bed as I continued to feast on the woman of my dreams. I pulled my fingers from her and replaced them with my tongue.

Her grip on my hair tightened as she sighed, “Oh … oh.” Her pussy gushed and I lapped up every drop while moving my finger to her clit and wiggling it back and forth. “I’m … I’m close,” she breathed.

I continued with what I was doing. If that’s what was going to push her over the edge, I definitely wasn’t going to stop.

Shouldering her legs a little wider, I pushed my tongue into her deeper, then pulled it free, circling her entrance.

I guess that was what did it, because everything my lips and tongue touched swelled.

Her hip lifts paused and even more of her delicious arousal flowed into my mouth as she found her first release.

I didn’t stop my finger or tongue until she collapsed like a rag doll, and released the deepest sigh so far. Then she relinquished my hair from her tight grasp.

I grabbed my shirt from the side of the bed and casually swept it across my mouth before climbing up her body again. She opened her eyes, the amber of her irises more like swirling gold encasing big, fathomless pupils.

“Pants … off,” she croaked, her chest rising and falling quickly as she reached for the waistband of my sweats.

I rolled over to my back and yanked both my sweats and boxers off in one fell swoop.

Then, I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and broke a condom off the strip of them, tearing the packet open at the same time.

I rolled it on, then positioned myself back over her.

With wide eyes, she stared down between our bodies where my cock bobbed, protected and eager.

“You’re, uh … you’re really good at that,” she said.

Good at putting a condom on, or good at giving oral?

I chose to take the compliment for both.

Either way, it had me grinning as I gripped my cock in one hand and held my body up with the other.

I slid the tip up and down through her slippery cleft, tapping it against her still sensitive clit, then down to her entrance but not pushing in.

Her growl of frustration made me chuckle, then she raked her nails down my back to my ass and tried to tug me down to her.

“Patience,” I murmured, taking her mouth so she could taste herself on my tongue and lips.

“I’ve waited over eight years for this. I want to savor it.

” When I lifted my head again, her eyes gleamed, an emotion I couldn’t quite place flashing through them, then gone.

I swallowed. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. ”

With an urgency in her gaze now, she wrapped one hand around my neck and pulled my mouth back down to hers. I finally gave into our mutual desire and slowly sunk down, filling her up one inch at a time, until my hip bones rested against her inner thighs and she gave a little tremble beneath me.

I started out slowly, gliding back and forth with ease.

There was no rush. We continued to kiss, which I think also helped keep her from getting too caught up in her head.

Her tongue slid playfully across mine, then she nipped my bottom lip, and I could feel her smile as I took her mouth again.

Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist, her heel wedged into the crack of my ass as I clenched and released it with each thrust.

I thought there was no rush, but the urge to come, and come hard, hit me like a runaway train. I tried to stave it off as best I could, but the way she squeezed her tight pussy around me, and those little whimpers and mewls of pleasure just galvanized my need to let go.

I broke our kiss and stared down into her beautiful face. “I … I’m clo—”

But apparently, she was too, because she tugged me back in for another kiss, tightened her hold on my neck, and found her second release. Warm puffs of air fled her nose, hitting my upper lip as her pussy clenched around my cock and her thighs locked me in her grasp.

I exploded. My lower belly grew warm and tingly, my balls cinched up tight, and that rush of unbridled euphoria took hold of my body until all I could do was just hang on for the ride.

My cock throbbed against her walls, and she contracted them even more when she realized I was coming too.

I didn’t think we’d get to come together our first time, but what a treat.

With our chests heaving, and our climaxes waning, she let go of her death grip on my neck and we broke the kiss. I lifted my head and smiled down at her. “Whoa.”

Wide-eyed, she nodded. “Yeah.”

I brushed the hair off her face. “You okay?”

She nodded again. “Yeah.”

“You’re sure?”

“I need to pee.”

“Right. Sure. Sorry.” I rolled off of her, and she took a hot minute to gain some coordination in her limbs before sitting up and heading to the bathroom—a little wobbly—then closed the door.

The toilet flushed, the sink ran, and the door reopened.

Then I took her place to dispose of the condom and clean up a bit.

Worry tried its best to replace my relaxed, oxytocin state as I stood there in the bathroom.

Would she be dressed when I came back out?

Would she say it was a mistake? Would she even be there, or did she run away?

I prepared myself for the worst, and took a deep breath as I opened the door, holding that air in my lungs until I rounded the corner into the bedroom.

My sigh of relief was accompanied by a smile and my cock getting excited again when I found her sitting up in my bed, under the covers, with the sheet pulled up over her breasts.

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. “Is this okay?”

I slid under the covers beside her, and immediately hauled her against me, spoon-style. “This is more than okay. This is … everything.” Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, I laced our fingers together. “I’m glad you stayed.”

“I can’t stay long, but … I need to thank you. I overthink things, and … it’s to my detriment more than my benefit usually.”

“I know there are a lot of unknown variables here,” I replied, bringing the back of her hand to my mouth. “But … maybe, just this once, you can not overthink things? Just let it take its course?”

She spun around in my arms to face me. “My kids really like you.”

“And I really like them.”

“But you’re not here forever. So we need to be careful. I can handle my own …” she swallowed and shifted her gaze from me.

I gently touched her chin and brought her back to look at me.

“I can handle my own heartache,” she finally said. “Theirs is another story.”

I nodded solemnly. “I get that. And I’ll do my very best not to hurt anybody.”

Her smile was small and brittle, because there wasn’t anything else I could say to comfort her, besides try not to hurt people I cared about when I inevitably left the island and went back to play hockey.

“Can I ask you a question?” Our fingers were still linked together, and I lifted them up into the air, marveling at how small and dainty her hand was compared to my catcher’s mitt of a palm.

“Hmm?” She looked blissfully sleepy and so incredibly beautiful laying naked beside me.

“What’s the story with the kids’ dad? Your ex? I never wanted to pry when I lived with you because, well, I was a kid then. And it seemed fresh. But … what happened?”