Page 31 of Hockey Nanny

“That’s it. Let go. I want to feel you come apart right here in my hand.”

My climax tore through me with the force of a tidal wave. On command, as if to confirm who was really in control. My body seized, a silent scream on my lips as white-hot ecstasy radiated from my pussy, rocking me to my very core. The pulsating water seemed to echo the contractions that gripped his fingers, milking the last shuddering waves of pleasure from me.

I went limp against him, boneless and sated, my lungs fighting for air. He held me through it, his arms a solid anchor in theliquid warmth. Gently, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and tasting me with a low, appreciative groan.

“Better than caviar,” he whispered.

Then he turned me in his arms to face him, his eyes burning with unchecked desire. He was still painfully hard against my thigh when he kissed me, deep and slow, letting me taste the remnants of myself on his tongue.

“My turn,” he growled, his voice thick with need.

He hoisted me effortlessly, the water swirling in chaotic waves around us, its warmth a stark contrast to the cool night air kissing my exposed skin. My legs tightened around his waist as he positioned me, the slick, swollen head of his cock pressing against my entrance with an intent that made me shudder.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and I felt it rumble through my body.

My eyes, heavy with the aftershocks of my first climax, fluttered open. Lights and fire swam in his eyes, a universe of stars held captive there. The effect was utterly intoxicating, and swept me into another wave of pleasure that I couldn’t fight.

With a slow, relentless push, he filled me. No warning. No more waiting. And the stretch was everything. A perfect, burning fullness that made me gasp, my head falling forward to his shoulder. The steam from the water curled around us, forming a fog of unbridled passion.

“Boone...” His name was a prayer, a curse, a plea on my lips.

He didn’t move at first, letting me feel every inch of him buried deep inside me. Water lapped at my back in a liquid caress against my burning skin. He held me there, suspended in the water, filled with his hard cock.

Finally, he moved.

Slowly, a deliberate pull almost all the way out, the water rushing into the space he left behind. The shocking coolness was quickly erased by searing heat as he thrust back in. A low moan tore from my throat, echoing softly across the terrace.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips against my temple. “Let me hear you. Let the whole fucking city know who you belong to tonight.”

Gradually, the rhythm started to build, each powerful thrust of his hips jolting through me, making the water slosh and churn around us. My fingers dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders, my nails leaving faint, crescent moons on his damp skin. The sensation was overwhelming. The solid, unyielding strength of him inside me, the buoyant, shifting support of the water, the cool air on my face and the steam in my lungs.

He shifted his grip, one arm wrapping around my back to hold me secure while the other hand slid between our wet bodies. His thumb found my clit, already hyper-sensitive from before, and began to circle it with a tortuously perfect pressure.

“Oh, God,” I cried out before I could stop myself.

“No, this is all me,” he moaned, a dark, sexy laugh fluttering in his chest.

His thrusts became harder, deeper, each one hitting the spot inside me that made me see stars. The dual stimulation was both too much and not enough. My hips moved against his, meeting every drive and making me desperate for more, for everything.

Nothing else existed in my world. Only the slick push of his cock, the smooth friction of his chest against my sensitive nipples, the relentless circles of his thumb. Every nerve ending screamed with pleasure. The water wasn’t just around us anymore; it felt like it was inside me, a liquid fire mingling with the heat he was stoking in my pussy.

“I can feel you,” he groaned, his own control fraying. His movements grew less controlled, more frantic. “I can feel you tightening around me, Carissa. So fucking perfect. So ready for me.”

Those words were the final blow to my restraint. The coil of pressure in my abdomen wound impossibly tight, wires ready to snap. I could feel the tension in his body, the striking control he was fighting to maintain for my sake. Pressing my forehead to his, I looked into his eyes, seeing the raw, unfiltered need to come undone.

“Come with me,” I whispered against his lips.

That seemed to be his undoing. A guttural, primal sound tore from his throat. His thumb pressed down hard on my clit just as he drove into me one last, devastating time, burying himself inside me. My orgasm exploded through me in a cataclysm of pure ecstasy that radiated outward to every extremity of my body. I trembled in his arms, his name falling from my lips over and over as I blinked the haze from my eyes. My body convulsed around him, internal muscles squeezing his cock to ride out his own climax.

He groaned against my neck as his cock pulsed and twitched, his release a hot, answering flood that sent another, smaller shockwave through me. He held me tightly against him as we rode the waves of it together, our harsh breaths the only sound besides the gentle lap of the water slowly calming around us.

The water was still warm, but a shiver ran through me. His arms tightened, and he nuzzled my neck, his lips warm against my damp skin.

“You’re shaking.” His voice was thick and husky with spent passion.

“Mhmm. So are you,” I rasped, dragging my lips lazily across his cheek.

His only response was a smile as he crossed the tub to settle us on the bench again. He shifted me gently until I was curled in his lap, my head against his shoulder, his arms snaking back around me.