Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(42)
“You ready, baby?” He lifts his gaze to my face and I try to smile and nod.
He pushes inside me and, oh God, he’s big. I feel a sharp pinch but then it eases as he pulls out again. When he pushes back in, it’s better. “Gonna go slow,” he promises me, watching where we’re joined. “You’re tight, baby. So f*cking tight.” He groans like he’s in pain. “But hot and wet.”
I tilt my hips to take him deeper. “Yes. That’s it. Feels so good, Jacob.”
He nods. “Yeah.”
He’s all the way in now and he goes still, pressed against me, filling me with exquisite pressure. He props himself above me on straight arms and stares into my eyes. “Just…need…a minute.” Perspiration dots his forehead and upper lip, and his high cheekbones are flushed. I love that he’s so aroused…for me. I caress his strong thighs, studying his body, every muscle defined, even his jaw. So beautiful.
“Do it,” I urge him, tilting my pelvis even more. “Please.”
“Aw yeah.” He holds my legs and starts to move, sliding in and out of me. Every stroke leaves a glow of light and heat that spreads through my body. Sensations wind up inside me, tighter and tighter. I want to watch him but my eyes are so heavy and I need to come again so badly…
I slip my hand down to find my clit. Jacob groans and I rub in small circles…My God, with him inside me touching nerve endings so deep and sensitive, it’s almost more than I can bear. Hot sweetness throbs through me, building up and up.
Jacob asks, “Are you coming again, baby?” But before he even gets the words out, my body is contracting hard, flames licking over me, bright and blazing and beautiful. I can’t stop the cries that spill from my lips as the ecstasy goes on and on.
“Holy hell, I can feel you coming on my dick. That’s hot…oh Christ.”
As my arm falls limply to my side, he stretches out over me and buries his face in the side of my neck. I grab his big biceps and hold on, then his shoulders, one hand going to his head, the other to his muscular ass. He rocks against me, f*cking me hard, his breathing harsh in my ear. Then he comes, and our heads turn so our mouths meet and cling together, kissing and kissing as he pulses inside me over and over.
His weight is warm and wonderful on me. My heart is pattering in a crazy rhythm. I hold on to him. I never want to let go.
Wow.
Tears sting the corners of my eyes. It was so beautiful and amazing and better than I ever would have imagined, except a while back I couldn’t even imagine having sex again, and gratitude and relief mingle with overwhelming sexual satisfaction. My arms tighten even more on him as I try to stop the tears from falling because, hell, I don’t want him to think I’m sad. Because I’m not.
Eventually he rolls to his side, bringing me with him, still joined. He strokes hair off my face and my damp eyes flutter open. “Skylar.” He touches his lips to mine. “That was amazing.”
“I thought so too.” I try to sound casual but we both chuckle.
He pets my shoulder, my arm, my hip, studying my face, which is almost unbearably intimate. This is crazy.
He makes a quick trip to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, riskily naked. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by the idea and I guess he’s used to walking around naked in front of other people. I picture the dressing room at one of his games, all those hot, muscled guys naked, strolling around, showering together…My * gives a happy little quiver and I feel my cheeks heat.
“Why are you all red?” Jacob slides back into bed with me. “Is that your post-orgasm flush?”
“Um, sure.”
I’m not sure how he’d take my little fantasy if I shared it with him. Maybe I’ll save that for later…maybe.
He snuggles me in against him, which is more wonderful, pulling the covers up over us.
“That went kinda fast,” he murmurs in my ear. “Damn, baby, you get me so wound up.”
“Me too.” I give a little wriggle against him, still feeling that buzz of arousal, and he groans. “Maybe we can do it again.”
He laughs softly. “Damn right we will. I just need a few minutes.”
I love how he keeps running his hand through my hair. The tug on my scalp makes sensation slide down my spine. “Mmm.” I’m a little drowsy too.
I wake up plastered against Jacob’s hot body. I think we both drifted off to sleep but now he gently rolls me to my back, his mouth on my cheek, my jaw, my throat. The lamp is still on and I surface from deep languor to revel in the sensation of Jacob’s mouth and hands on me, the scent of his skin, the soft pleasure noises he makes as he tastes me.
This time it goes slow and sweet. He pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him and he’s holding my hands, eyes fastened on mine as I slowly rise and fall on his powerful cock. I can control how fast and how deep he goes, which is good because I’m tender. Even so, it feels so amazing that gradually I push down harder against him.
He releases my hands and reaches for my boobs, squeezing them, then tweaking the nipples. That shoots streamers of sensation right to where we’re joined, and my breasts push into his palms.
“I love your breasts,” he whispers. “So perfect. And sensitive.”
I nod dreamily, my body a hot glow of pleasure.
He pulls me down to kiss me. Our mouths open to each other and his tongue slides in, hot and sleek against mine. He sucks my tongue gently, then pulls my bottom lip between his. The kisses are long and lush as he moves inside me. His body is so strong.