“Eden,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely recognizable. “I’m going to come.”
Hearing those words sent an electric shock through me, making my cock throb even more inside her tight cunt.
I knew I was close, too. So close that if she touched me just right, I would’ve exploded inside her.
I needed to stay in control because I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to make her feel good, to make her come first. I wanted her to remember who took her virginity and ruin sex for her with everyone who came after me.
I increased my pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. My fingers continued to caress her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Eden,” she whimpered again, and God, did my name rolling off her tongue sound like Heaven to me. I bet she knew exactly what she was doing by constantly repeating it.
Our lips met, and I groaned into her mouth, whispered her name.
Alana gripped my shoulders tightly, her hips bucking as she came apart beneath me.
I kept moving, thrusting into her tight pussy. Her walls clamped down on me hard, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck,” I groaned out loud, slamming into her one last time as my cum filled the condom, collapsing on top of her.
Alana’s fingers ran through my hair, both of our chests falling and rising heavily with each breath. I leaned down, kissing her softly. I was addicted to her lips, I’d realized, but that was alright. Alana had great lips.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with some form of softness I’d never seen in her gaze before. I could get used to seeing it. Perhaps she’d only show it to me, but that was unlikely.
A guy could dream, though.
“That was…” she began, but trailed off as she searched for the right words.
Truthfully, though I’d never tellher, I was a bit afraid of what she was thinking. This was Alana. My Ally-Bear. Her opinion seemed to matter the most to me recently, and only Lord knew why. And I couldn’t help but fear that she regrettedeverything.Each kiss. Each word. Each moment we shared tonight.
Instead of letting her find a word, I chose to suggest one. “Unforgettable?”
For just a second, Alana narrowed her eyes at me, slightly biting her bottom lip. I took that moment to pull out of her and lie down beside her for barely long enough.
“I suppose it was,” she replied while I got up and not-so discretely disposed of the condom. “Quick question,” Alana announced, covering herself up with my blanket.
“Shoot.” I walked over to my dresser just to throw on some boxers. Once she asked her question, I was going to get her some clothes as well.
“Does this make me a… what are they called? Puck bunny?”
I cocked my head at Alana, trying my very best not to burst into laughter. I couldn’t deny that her question had taken me a bit by surprise, yet somehow, it was still more hilarious than surprising. “What? You’re not even a hockey fan.”
“Exactly…”
“It was just?—”
“Sex?” she interrupted, amusement lacing her voice. “Yeah.”
What defined being a puck bunny anyway?
Clearly, my dearest Alana was physically attracted tome. I was a hockey player. She watched my games sometimes, though not for the game itself, but to watch me.
Well, shit. “I guess itdoesmake you a puck bunny.”
Alana snorted a laugh. “At least I’m something, right?”
My eyebrows drew together immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She was everything and so much more.
