She lay there next to me, staring deeply into my eyes. Then she kissed me. It wasn't a let's do something else kiss either. It was let's do it kiss.
Then I panicked. "Ami..." I panted, out of breath when she reached below to grasp me, "...we don't have to do this."
"We're not. I'm not ready, but I'm ready for something more. Something I've never done."
My mouth turned up with a wicked grin, and I flipped her onto her back. "There's a lot you haven't done. And a lot I want to do to you." I winked, letting her feel my weight again.
Between my words and my touch, I was sure she was lost, and that fear was gone when she unleashed a moan at the sensation.
When my fingers moved lower and over a territory I had never been with her, she parted her legs until my hand was flat over her. I gasped, unprepared for what that would feel like. Yeah, moments ago we were just about to have sex, but this seemed much more intimate.
"Jesus, Ami," I gasped as my fingers began stroking her gently.
She cried out, not from pain, but pleasure, her hands fisting my sheets. The passionate raspy tone to her voice made me want more.
My fingers were poised at her entrance, wet, gently easing into her. I moved slowly, allowing her to adjust before I moved. The constant probing and my thumb in just the right spot firmly rubbing circles caused her hips to move with me.
"Does it feel good?" I grunted, continuing to move my fingers inside of her in a steady pace. She didn't answer, only nodded, moaning softly.
"Come on my fingers, honey. I wanna know I'm the only one that's ever touched you like this, made you feel like this," I urged, curling my fingers inside her in such a way that her body arched.
I may not have been the only man to do this to her. Fuck I didn't want to think about that right now, but I was the only one that was making her feel like this. I was sure of that.
I could literally feel her melt around me, her lips crashing to mine as her body collapsed in a blissful state as she reached her peak.
"Holy hell…" Ami panted, looking up at me.
I smirked and leaned forward to kiss the tip of her nose before rolling to my back, my arms resting behind my back.
Ami moved over me, straddling me. I could feel her wetness over me, and it was everything I could do not to slide back and forth and move my hips at the sensation it caused. I groaned a little, shifting my hips and trying to get her to move. I didn't want her to think I wanted her to do anything for me. Sure, I wanted her to, but I wasn't asking.
It took her a moment before she gathered her nerves, but then her hand slid south over my bare chest, and then farther, grasping me again.
"Fuck that's good," I groaned, thrusting against her hand, her soft, tiny warm hand.
"Is that okay?" she asked, stroking me again.
I wasn't sure if someone had told her or if she already knew how, which I didn't want to think about, but she had done this before. She used just the right amount of pressure and movement. Fuck.
I didn't say much more, aside from the occasional moan as my head dropped back against the bed, the muscles in my neck tense.
She seemed fascinated by what she was doing, naturally gaining speed when my hips moved with her motions. My hands found her body, pulling her flush against my side, desperately wanting to feel her skin against mine.
I groaned deeply, and I knew she could feel me throbbing against her fingers, my movements and hers growing more harried by the second. I didn't make much noise; my face was buried in her neck when I did come, but she knew what was happening when my body shuddered against her and the warm liquid coated her hand.
I turned my head to softly press a kiss against her temple. "Thank you."
"Thanks for understanding." She sighed, curling into my side.
"Give me a minute."
After washing off my stomach, I came back to my room with a towel to wipe her hand off. I felt like I needed to say something to her, but I had no idea what. I wasn't sure that it was the right time to say anything, so instead I just held her close.
When I was just about to say something, she grinned. "I hope you beat the Red Wings tonight."
She was definitely my girl.
Hooking – The act of impeding an opponent by placing the blade of a stick into their body.
Quarter Finals (Game 1) Nashville Predators
Friday, April 16, 2010
(Home Game)
It was hard to focus on the game when my attention was constantly drawn to the stands and those douchebags sitting behind the girls. Every play they were mouthing off and had something to say.
I knew Callie could handle herself, and unfortunately her own mouth had a way of getting guys riled up at times. When they started in, so did she.
When the Predators scored, the crowd hung their heads, dejected that we might lose. That was when the chirping of those fans picked up.