“Oh my god ...”She moans softly.“Close the curtains.”
“No one can see in,” I assure her.
“I know, but it’s bright in here.”
I grasp the waistband of her pants, slowly removing them and kissing my way down her skin as I expose it.
“Magnus,” she says softly.
She’s pulled the sweater back down to cover her stomach.I stand beside the bed, unbuttoning my dress shirt and adding it to the floor where I left my jacket.My undershirt follows, Blair moaning softly as it comes up and off.
“Look at those abs,” she says softly.
“I hardly have them, and it’s only from hockey.”
She smiles and gets into a sitting position, leaning on her hand.“Liar.You have a perfect body.”
“Perfect for you.And yours is perfect for me.”
I unfasten my pants and take them off, following with my boxer briefs.Her cheeks flush light pink as she takes in my body.
“Wow,” she whispers.
I get back on the bed—on my knees—as I gather both sides of her sweater.
“No.”Her soft tone is pleading.
“Yes.Trust me.”
She relents and lets me take off the sweater, leaving her in just a lacy white bra that hugs her large breasts perfectly.I brush my fingers over her breasts and she moans raggedly.
I could spend a long time on just her breasts, but not now.I take off her bra and toss it to the floor.She immediately lies back down, putting her hands over her stomach.
I take one of her hands and guide it to my erection.I’m almost painfully hard; all the desire I’ve felt for her welled inside me.
“This is how I feel about your body,” I say.“I thought you knew.I’m not a man who feeds a woman dessert in front of his coach and teammates when she’s not even my girl.I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.”
She lightly strokes her hand up and down my length, making me groan.My entire body is wound tight with need.After a few strokes, I have to still her hand.
“I’ve wanted you, too.And I can’t believe we’re ...here.”
“I’d rather this be somewhere beautiful and romantic, but the Madison is the best I can do for now.”
“Magnus, no.”She takes my hand.“I meant here like ...together.Seeing if what we think is real really is real.”
I move over her, lowering myself to kiss her again.She moans and puts a hand around my neck, the fingers of her other hand lightly grazing my cock.
With a low hiss, I capture her hand and pin it over her head, bringing on an even deeper moan.
She told me at dinner that she has a birth control implant, even though she hasn’t been with anyone in a long time.I’m so out of practice that I should wear two condoms so I can last longer, but I want her too badly.
I run my fingers over her pussy, using my knuckle to make sure she’s wet.
“Holy shit,” she says, gasping.
I hook my arm around the back of her leg, stopping to look in her eyes and ask, “Are you still sure?You can change your mind.”
“Yes.I’m sure.”
