Darkroom: A Moo U Hockey Romance by Kate Willoughby (reading a book .txt) 📕

he was caressing with his hand. He brushed the nipple with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure to my sex. Then his mouth descended.

I got dizzy as he swirled his tongue around my nipple. He flicked and teased the hard tip and the scientific part of my brain wondered how many nerve endings were centered there but then he closed his lips around it and sucked and all rational thought left my head. The rhythmic pull of his mouth made me restless. I grabbed handfuls of his hair and rubbed my leg against his flank. When he moved away from my breasts, I whimpered until I felt his lips on my stomach where he laid a path of warm kisses as he parted my legs.

My heart pounded and I rose up on my elbows. Was he going to…?

Then I felt his hot mouth on me.

Yes. Yes, he was.

25

Hudson

My dick was literally aching and all I needed was a soft breeze and I’d go off like a Roman candle, so I decided to cool off a little by going down on her.

I kissed my way down her stomach, going slowly and watching for any signals she didn’t want this. As for me, I was always up for a BJ, but I’d been with girls who didn’t want my face anywhere near their pussy.

Indi didn’t seem to be one of them. When I put some gentle pressure on her thighs, she parted them for me and her spicy scent drew me closer. She was perfection from the soft thatch of black hair to the plump lips that I parted gently with my thumbs. Inhaling deeply, I put my mouth on her and licked.

Fuuuuuck. The taste of her intoxicated me—smoke, musk, and a salty sweetness that I couldn’t get enough of. I lapped at her lazily, exploring her with my tongue while she lay here panting.

“Does that feel good?” I asked between licks. Her clit had stiffened and I circled it with the pad of my finger.

“Yes. It feels so good that if you stop, I’ll have to kill you.”

I laughed softly and used my tongue to stroke that small nub until she started moaning and rocking her hips, silently asking for more. I kept it up, sucking, nibbling, laving her. I could tell from the noises she was making that she was close. That’s when I went at her harder, when she shifted away, I followed.

That’s it, Indi, let it come, I thought. You’re almost there.

Then with a sharp gasp, she grabbed my head and shuddered against my mouth. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue and her panting cries were muffled because her thighs were clamped over my ears.

Triumphant, I stayed with her until her orgasm faded and she relaxed onto the mattress, then I reached for one of the condoms I’d left on the nightstand. After sheathing myself, I lubed it up too. Every article I read said this was a good idea for a girl’s first time. It made sense to me. But, fuck, she looked plenty wet. My cock was so primed, I was literally gritting my teeth and thinking about face-off strategies to keep myself from coming before I even got started.

Her silky black hair was spread against the pillow. She was flushed and a little sweaty, still breathing hard. A few rose petals were stuck to her skin.

“You look so beautiful right now,” I said, sitting back on my haunches.

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.” I ran a hand down her stomach and stroked her pussy. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“If you feel any pain, don’t be shy. I want you to tell me. We do this at your pace.”

I reached between us and nestled my cock against her entrance.

“Fuck,” I swore. Her pussy scorched me and the fear that I’d go off too early reared its head again.

She tensed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. You’re fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

Maybe if I said it enough times, I could make it true.

Smiling through the torture, I got myself in position again and swallowed a groan as I pushed the head of my cock in, slowly but steadily.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded but had a slight frown on her forehead. “It’s…uncomfortable, but not painful.”

I got the head in but then met with some resistance. She was incredibly tight, tighter than I’d expected and as I worked my cock inside her with short probing strokes, every moment that passed I got one step closer to blowing my wad.

It was the most excruciating exercise in control ever devised.

Eventually, I felt the vise grip on my dick loosen. I was making headway now with each tentative thrust.

“Indi, are you okay? How does it feel?”

She didn’t answer, so I just kept rocking my hips, inching inside bit by bit until finally, I was fully sheathed, balls deep. I was panting like I’d just run a mile.

The urge to thrust was intense. Everything inside me demanded action. Suddenly I knew what a horse at the starting gate felt like. But I took it slow, keeping my movements relaxed and easy. I was determined to make it good for her and wasn’t going to ruin it by losing control now.

When she started rubbing my back and the line between her eyebrows disappeared, I knew she’d turned the corner.

I kissed her deeply as I started pumping in earnest. She moaned into my mouth and started to meet my thrusts. The moment she started responding was the moment my orgasm decided it was tired of waiting. I broke into a sweat trying to stave it off. I couldn’t come yet, not until she did.

I shut my ears to the desperate mewling sounds she was making, the way she was writhing beneath me. I tried not to think about how her hot velvety pussy opened for me as I drove myself into her again and again. I just needed to last another minute…

On my next thrust, Indi suddenly scissored her legs