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"I want to remember this." He smiles, kissing my forehead.
Finally, in one smooth thrust, Ryan buries himself inside me, and I cry out in relief. His restraint is tested as he waits for my body to adjust to his size. Ryan's a big man in all ways, and I need a moment to resolve the pleasure-pain I feel with him inside me.
"You okay?" he croaks.
"Better than okay," I smile up at him. He smiles back, drawing back before pumping forward again.
Soon, all my nerve endings focus on that one spot where Ryan and I are connected. The smooth push and pull of his cock entering and retreating over and over. Pleasure coils in my abdomen, winding tighter and tighter. Ryan's movements become more hurried, and his breath comes faster.
My legs squeeze tighter around his hips, and my nails dig into his shoulder blades. He slams into me harder with quick, long thrusts until the coil wrapped around my spine and pelvis breaks. I come, crying Ryan's name, as thousands of frissons of pleasure zing through my body.
I feel my pussy grip Ryan over and over as if trying to pull him further into me. He throws his head back and shouts, coming and collapsing onto me.
We lay there in silence for a few moments. I relish the heat and feel of Ryan's body on top of mine while skimming my fingers up and down the sweat-slicked skin of his back. The room smells of sex, heat, and something else uniquely us—the scent of our body chemistry coming together to create perfection.
"You alive?" I ask jokingly.
Ryan laughs, propping himself up on his elbows, looking into my eyes with a smile.
"I think we still have it," Ryan says. "I can't imagine it getting any better than that."
Neither could I. Although we lack comparisons, I'm pretty sure Ryan and I are spectacular at sex. Like Olympic Champions spectacular.
Carefully, Ryan slips out of me, and I immediately regret the loss. He walks to the bathroom, ties off the condom, and then jumps back into bed with me.
I'd almost forgotten how good Ryan is at cuddling. Cradling me in his arms, he pulls my back to his chest, cocooning me in spooning perfection. We lay there, breathing each other in until Ryan's breath evens out, and I know he's sleeping. I take his hand and lace his fingers with mine, pulling our hands to my chest.
I lay in his arms until I fall asleep, wondering if, just by listening to the rhythm of my heart, Ryan knows how much I love him.
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Four days later, I'm still floating on a sex high—probably because Ryan and I take advantage of every opportunity we have to sneak away and enjoy some one-on-one time. It just keeps getting better. We are making up for lost time. I'm an addict. We can't keep our hands off each other when we're alone. And when we're in public, we're affectionate but we keep it professional at work, in the same way Holly and Luke keep it professional.
Tonight is the last game of the season. New York is in town to take on the Northmen. Technically, it's a meaningless game. Toronto is travelling to Boston to open the playoffs. Holly and I will travel with the team during this year's Cup run. The Diamonds are out of contention, but they've been playing good, if not meaningless, hockey. Both teams will want to end their season on a high note. Toronto needs momentum heading into Boston, and New York will want to finish their year on a positive before packing up for the offseason.
We need one more solid game before the post-season to build some confidence, and Hunter LaRoux, our goalie, wants to get his game back on track too. After tonight, the team will have a five-day break before the real games begin. And it's always fun when Ollie and Ozzy are in town. I like to rub it in my brothers' faces when we beat them.
"You look happy," Riley smiles as she walks into the office carrying her prerequisite box of Timbits for everyone. She's here to work out a plan with SASS to have some players visit her school before the summer break. The goal is to have a few players regularly visit schools for career days and other fundraising events. "I take it you and Ryan are back on track."
"You could say that," I blush, popping a chocolate-glazed cake ball into my mouth. Timbits are lovely.
"Are you kidding me?" Holly butts in, grabbing a bit-sized honey cruller. "Those two have been going at it like no one's business. All that make-up sex makes Avery a happy girl."
"Must be nice," Riley huffs, sitting beside Holly and me. "Maybe I should borrow one of the guys for a night or two."
Riley mostly spends her time with kids under twelve and other teachers, so she doesn't get out much. I don't envy her job. Teaching is hard. She's at school most of the day, and when she's not volunteering for extra-curricular activities, she's grading and planning, or answering parent emails. I don't think people realize how time-consuming and difficult teaching is.
She does come to games occasionally, but for the most part, she doesn't interact with the players that often. If she wanted to date one of them, I have no doubt she could have her pick of the litter. With her long red hair, and clear, ice-blue eyes, Holly and I have noted her resemblance to a Disney princess.
"Hunter is single," Holly says thoughtfully. "Actually, most of the guys are. It's the benefit of being such a young team."
Riley looks thoughtful for a few moments but then shakes her head.
"No, he's not my type."
"What is your type?" Holly asks, snagging another Timbit.
Riley's gaze drifts around the office, looking for inspiration. Her eyes lock on something near reception that's out of my line of sight, but suddenly her expression looks more glazed than the Timbits we're stuffing in our faces.
