"God damn," Alex says. "You're the sexiest girl I've ever been with, Mollie. The sweetest, the funniest, the hottest..."
I can't bear his compliments, so I shush him with a finger to his lips. "Fuck me, please. I want it hard."
"So polite," he says. "Hold on."
Then he starts fucking up into me, his pace punishing, his rhythm machine-like. He tilts me back a little and hits a spot deep inside me that makes my body tense up.
"Uh... oh god." As much as I love looking at my handsome boyfriend while he fucking destroys me, I can't. My eyes clench and I'm lost to the sensation, quickly rising on the tide of an orgasm.
I come, feeling a gush of wetness between my thighs when I cry out his name. "Alex... oh! Alex!"
He grunts in my ear. "Fuck, baby."
A second later, he's filling me with come, fucking it deep in my pussy as he slows his hips. I lie on him, breathing raggedly. He drops a burning kiss to my shoulder, chuckling.
"We're going to be so late. Worth it, though."
I squirm and Alex lets me off his lap, his come dripping out onto my thighs as he pulls up his sweatpants.
"What are we late for?" I ask. The dopamine in my brain is still pulling a double load, giving me a goofy smile. "God, I can't possibly be in a bad mood now."
"Good. Having sex wasn't on the agenda, but what the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets." He wiggles his eyebrows. "I have an outfit ready for you."
"You do?" I cock my head, narrowing my eyes. "What are you planning?"
"It's a surprise. Come on." He stands up, giving Gordie a pat as he takes my hand. "I got you something good."
"Can I look now?" I ask.
Alex insisted on carrying me. I cock my head, listening, and catch a faint hum. That, coupled with the blast of icy air against my legs, means that we're likely at a rink. But why?
He sets me down. "Okay. Now you can take it off."
I rip off the blindfold and blink. Yup, we're at a rink. The arena, as a matter of fact. And there is a loneskater on the ice, waiting for us. I squint, but can't make out the details. All I know is it's a dark-haired woman.
"Here." Alex has my ice skates in his hand. "Put these on and go see who it is."
I shove my feet in my skates and lace them, looking slyly at my boyfriend. He looks particularly pleased with himself as he puts on his own skates. "Go ahead. I'll be there in a minute."
I don't wait around for him to change his mind. My blood is already pumping, my anticipation rising.
Even if nothing else good happens today, this morning with Alex was great. That's what I keep in mind as I hit the ice, skating slowly toward the woman.
She turns, and I can make out her face a little better. I come to a stop, my hands covering my mouth.
Alex brought a four-time Olympic gold medalist, Anna Harstroke, here. Petite, in amazing shape, she waves to me. Her dark hair is up in a ponytail and she wears a skating dress.
Her left leg below the knee is prosthetic; she still skates toward me as gracefully as you could please, doing a couple of smooth crossovers. My mouth hangs open and my eyes fill with tears.
"You're Anna Harstroke!" I blurt out.
She laughs like we are best friends. "I am. You're Mollie, right?"
I press my hands against my cheeks, not believing my eyes. "Right. God, you're so awesome. You've skated everywhere I want to skate. And your representation of disabled skaters has been amazing." Ipause, realizing that I probably sound like a fan girl. "Sorry, you're my idol."
She laughs and offers me a hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mollie. Your boyfriend flew me in to skate and talk to you about your future with figure skating."
My head whips around to Alex, who is still sitting on the bench. He waves at me and I grin like a crazy person, making a heart with my fingers. Am I too excited right now and just told my boyfriend that I love him even though we're not there yet?
