Page 39 of Sin Bin (BU Hockey Season 2, #1)

“I want you even closer,” I tell her, getting back into the scene.

“I can picture you on top of me, riding my dick.” As I say the words, it’s like I can feel the weight of her on top of me, like I can feel her peaches and cream scent surrounding me, like I can hear the rhythm of our sweat-slicked bodies as we move together.

“Yes,” she pants, and as I stroke my cock faster, I see her thighs trembling. Fallon’s getting close, and I can’t wait to watch her go over.

“Get there, beautiful,” I tell her. “You touch yourself so good. You’ve got your finger on your clit, don’t you?

Rubbing tight little circles. Fuck, I want to see you come.

I want to watch your tits bounce with the force of it.

And then I want to lick you clean. I want every last drop in my mouth, Fallon. You taste so damn good.”

I watch in awe as her face transforms from pleasure to sheer ecstasy. Her body shakes with the power of her orgasm, and she says my name as she comes. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I reach for her with my left hand because I need to feel her body next to mine, but Fallon has other plans.

She crawls forward and positions herself between my thighs, offering her tits and belly to me.

It’s an erotic picture and it’s exactly what I need to tip the scales and send myself reeling with a powerful release.

I shudder and cry out as my cum covers her beautiful body.

We lie tangled up in each other, not really caring about the mess, as we both come down from powerful orgasms.

I need to get a cloth to clean us up, but every inch of my body is too tired to move.

Well, not every inch. Fallon is cuddling into me, and in doing so, she’s rubbing our bodies together in the most delicious way. Holy hell, that feels good.

“You keep that up, Wife,” I tell her, “And you’re gonna make me hard all over again.”

Fallon smiles up at me, rocking her body against mine with a singular purpose.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” she asks.

I don’t even have to think for a second. She’s on the pill and we've both been tested. Am I really going to tell my wife she can’t straddle my dick and fuck me until we both come? No, the fuck I am not.

I roll my hips, and she smiles in return as she grinds against me. “Is this what you want?” I ask as her sweet wet pussy presses against my cock. Yep. I’m stiff as a damn board even though we both just came minutes ago.

“This is exactly what I want,” she tells me with no hesitation.

She lines herself up over me and tilts her hips up so my cock is about two inches away from entering her. Fallon presses a sweet kiss to my lips as she joins our bodies. I thrust inside her, letting her bottom open for me until I'm fully-seated.

Being deep inside Fallon is heaven and no one can convince me otherwise.

I pull her close as we rock together. Our lovemaking is slower now, sweeter, but somehow even more intense. My lips are hungry for her, so I kiss the column of her neck. Fallon's tits are pressed against my chest, our bodies fused together as we bring each other to the brink once again.

“I want to fill you up,” I tell her. “I want you to squeeze my dick so tight that you milk me fucking dry.”

My dirty mouth is just what Fallon needs. Her orgasm overtakes her and when I feel her inner walls tighten around my cock, I can’t hold back anymore.

My release goes on and on. It’s like my body doesn’t want to let go of Fallon. Neither does my heart, if I’m being honest. It’s way too early for words like that, even if we are wearing matching bands on our left hands.

When we’re so sated we can barely move, I find just enough energy to grab a washcloth and clean us both up. I should probably take a shower, but I have a few hours before I need to head to the Wolf’s Den to prepare for tonight’s game, so I crawl back under the covers with Fallon.

“So, how about this,” Fallon begins, “every time you have to see your dad, we have to follow that visit up with two glorious rounds of sex. I’m no scientist, but you are in a much better mood now than you were when we left the diner.”

I press a kiss to her forehead. “That’s brilliant. Maybe we should add an amendment, though? Like, what happens if he texts me?”

“Hmmm…” she murmurs, looking serious. “One round of sex. Unless he spams you. Then it’s the same as a visit.”

“Good plan,” I say, smiling.

“Are you really hoping to work for him after graduation?”

“That’s always been my goal,” I say, honestly, although she probably thinks I’m crazy.

“Maybe I’ll start a rivalry firm right here in Bainbridge.

I’ll scoop up all the bayside properties before he can even fly out here to get a look at them.

Wouldn’t that drive him crazy? What about you, though?

I know you have two years left, but what’s the plan after that?

” Fallon’s quiet for a minute, but when she turns to face me, it’s with the most brilliant smile.

“I want to travel. I want to see all the corners of the world. That’s one thing that’s so great about my future profession.

It’s pretty mobile. My grandparents think I’m crazy.

They think it’s dangerous for me to travel alone.

They want me to join a travel group from their church, and it’s a sweet idea, but I don’t want to follow someone else’s itinerary and visit major tourist attractions in Europe.

I want to do my own thing, go where my sense of adventure takes me. ”

I know my smile matches hers. Just hearing Fallon talk about all the adventures she wants to have makes me excited, too. “You know what the good news is, don’t you?” I ask.

“That we’re really sexually compatible?”

“Yeah,” I agree. “And also that I’m your husband. You have a built-in travel companion now. I’ll go wherever you want, and I’m good at carrying luggage.”

Fallon laughs. “I’m sure my grandparents will love to hear that. You know we have to accept their dinner invitation, right? We can’t dodge them forever, and I’m pretty sure Gran has a sixth sense that will tell her I’ve just met your parents. She won’t stay patient for long.”

“Let’s do it, then. Call your grandmother and make a plan. I say we bring on the adventure. And think of it this way, if they trash talk me as much as my dad does, we can come back here and have a sex fest.”

“Or…they could adore you and we’ll come back here and have a sex fest.”

“I like that plan even better,” I tell her, because the truth is, for a guy who thrives on spontaneity, I’m beginning to like making plans.

As long as they’re with Fallon.