Page 103 of Hockey Wife
He paused his thrusts, held her face. “Hey, it’s okay.” He swiped at a tear. “I’m here, okay? Not going anywhere.”
But you are. Eventually you’ll leave, just like Dani.
He waited, though it must have been killing him, and she squeezed her inner muscles to let him know she was back from the hole she’d dropped into for a moment. Blanking her mind, she let the numbing sensation of pleasure take over, let her heart soar, and take this moment for herself. He wasn’t far behind with a roar that didn’t need muffling now that they were alone.
Only when he pulled out did she realize they’d not used a condom.
He looked down between their still throbbing bodies, then back up. “Fuck.”
“I’m sorry.”
He frowned. “Why are you sorry? This is on me, I practically mauled you.”
She laughed. “I was all in on the mauling, Big Guy. And I’m on birth control. As for the rest …”
“Full physical when I joined the team in February and no one but you since. I think we’re good.”
Her lust-fogged brain tried to parse what he’d said. February … no one but you … we’re good.
Had he abstained because of her? Surely not. After all, they had believed they were divorced.
“Going raw like that, Georgia … it was really fucking hot.”
“It was.” Something about no barriers. Skin to skin …
Another look between them landed on his come pooling on the table. They really should move and clean up but neither of them seemed ready to go anywhere. Banks’s cock was … oh God, thickening before her eyes.
“You like the mess, don’t you?” Strange, considering how regimented he liked his life to be. Could Banks be adapting to the untidier aspects of Tornado Georgia barreling into his life?
“I’m guessing you don’t. We can get you cleaned?—”
He broke off as his lips parted in shock.
She had shocked herself. But here she was, her fingers rubbing Banks’s cooling come on her exposed pussy. She wasn’t an exhibitionist. She’d never done anything like this for any guy.
But this was for her, too.
A dark flush came over Banks’s cheeks as his gaze locked on her hand, swirling, stroking.
“Georgia.” His voice was strained through gravel. “You are so sexy.”
She needed him to see more, to see right into the heart of her. Lifting one leg, she placed her foot on the table, widening her thighs and showing him everything.
His erection climbed to full mast once more. That was hockey player resilience for you.
“Touch yourself.” The demand from her lips didn’t sound like her. She felt strong, emboldened, powerful as she continued erotic, circular strokes over her swollen folds.
He took himself in hand again and pulled lazily on his perfect cock.
“You like my come on you?” The words were harsh, labored. “You like my mark?”
As sexy as it was to rub herself with her husband’s sperm, just hearing how this affected him raised it to another level.
My mark.
She nodded, rubbed harder. It should have taken forever after she’d orgasmed only a few minutes ago, but with Banks everything was heightened. She was close to coming again.
“Show me your pretty tits, wife.”