“Oh my god,” she groaned as I neared bottom, my thick root ovaling the mouth of her cunt even wider. With one last flex of my hips, I lodged completely into her, my balls resting in the crack of her ass as my cockhead pressed against her womb.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, as her inner muscles rippled up and down my shaft, accommodating themselves to my invading thickness. I held deep inside of her, my eyes open as I stared down at her beautiful face.
I couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening? Was I actually making love to Sarah Cain?
Memories filled my mind, like the time Mrs. Cain informed me she was pregnant. Or the first time I saw Sarah, so little and pink and frail in the blanket in her mother’s arms. And so many more through the years. And now here we were, experiencing the most intimate act two people can share. It was mind-blowing.
She was staring back up at me, and tics of pleasure rippled across her face. She smiled softly and whispered, “You’re thinking about all the memories, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Her smile widened. “Me too. God, I’ve wanted this for so long. Even before I knew what sex was.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
She smiled again. “Make love to me, Luke.”
I kept my eyes on hers as I began to move, slowly at first, drawing my cock all the way out, then all the way back in before starting over. We watched each other in the quiet and dimly-lit room, the sounds of our breathing and gentle moans filling our ears. A slick, wet sound joined in, as my cock pistoned slowly through her sopping flesh.
She brushed my hair from my cheek and rested her hand on the side of my face. “I always knew it would be like this,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Perfect.”
I continued to move, my hips rising and falling with her legs still wrapped possessively around me, as if she never intended to let me go. Each time I sank deep her pussy made a soft squelching sound, and my cockhead pressed against her cervix.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me and I stopped. She looked up at me with questioning eyes.
“I forgot,” I said. “I have some condoms in the drawer.”
She smiled. “No need. I’m on the pill.”
I smiled back. “Good. I like the way you feel against me.”
“Me too.”
I resumed my motion, sawing my cock in and out of her upturned pussy, filling her with my rigid male flesh. When I looked down between us I saw an amazing sight, with her legs forming a V as they curled up around me. At the base of that V was the rise of her pussy mound, covered in delicate curls and split by my thick shaft. Her engorged outer lips curved around my girth, while her inner labia stretched tightly around the thick shaft, tugged in and out by my thrusts. At the top of her pussy sat her clit, protruding from its protective folds and gleaming wetly like a lustrous pearl.
More memories flooded back. Little Sarah tossing her cards down in anger while playing Go Fish, because we never admitted to having what she asked for, and then asking her for the same card on the very next turn. Little Sarah crying to her mother because we told her we wanted to play Hide-and-Seek but we never bothered looking for her when she hid. Little Sarah coming into her brother’s room after a bath and watching us play video games as she sat naked between us. Little Sarah earnestly asking me to take her to a school dance, then resting contentedly on my lap after I told her the difference in our ages wouldn’t matter so much when we were older.
“God, that feels so good,” grown-up Sarah moaned, bringing me out of my reverie. I began to pick up speed, drawing in and out of her tight flesh as our pleasure rose. Our flat stomachs clapped lightly together each time I drove deep, causing my balls to slap against her exposed ass. Her legs tightened in time with my rhythm, causing her pussy to lift slightly with each stroke, impaling herself on my thrusting dick.
“Yesss,” she hissed, her fingernails digging into the muscles of my shoulders as she held on for the ride, her body jolting gently each time I pushed deep. Her soft breasts jiggled in time with our fucking, mesmerizing me as the pleasure began to take over.
My cock glistened wetly as it thrust and withdrew, making a soft slurping sound in her squeezing sheath. I felt that familiar knot of pleasure forming behind my nutsack, letting me know my climax was on the way. From the sound of Sarah’s breathing, she was right there with me, preparing for her own explosion.
“Fuck me,” she panted. “Oh god, Luke, fuck me.”
I increased my pace once again, using my strength to pound my cock deep. She held her body open, accepting my thrusts into her core. Her wide, green eyes continued to stare up at me, as if not wanting to miss a moment of our coupling.
Our breathing deepened in unison, sounding like two locomotives on a collision course. My mind began to drift away, floating to that spot where it was only just us two in the world, and nothing mattered but the pleasure we were giving to each other.
“I love you,” she said softly, and my eyes widened slightly, surprised by her words. But then I smiled down at her, saying, “I love you too.” My heart swelled as I realized I was telling the truth.
She curled a hand around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss, her mouth intense against mine as she sucked and bit at my tongue and lips. I kissed her back, keeping my hips moving as I sawed in and out of her swollen cunt. Sex had never felt like this before, and I never wanted it to end. We could just stay like this all night, and then keep on going all day tomorrow. She was mine now, and I was never going to let her go.
We entered the final stretch, racing towards the finish line as our bodies crashed together. My cock battered her tender flesh, slamming into her again and again and again. She clung tightly to me, panting our groans as I felt the pleasure inside of me coalescing into a tiny point. I was right there, teetering on the edge of the infinite abyss.
But she beat me there, her body jolting below me as she cried out a loud wail and began thrashing. Her pussy squeezed me like a throbbing fist, sending me over with her.
I groaned loudly and arched my back, thrusting deep and holding there as my cock spasmed and fired its first jet of frothy seed against her womb. Many more followed as we both moaned and babbled, lost in the ecstasy while our climaxes raged. Nothing else mattered as I tried to push even deeper, pinning her ass to the bed as my cock jerked and spat, flooding her core to overflowing.
I felt her nails digging into my skin, but there was no pain to accompany it. The pleasure was overwhelming everything else, and it felt like all of my energy was surging out of my body through the tip of my dick.
It went on and on, and Sarah and I held onto each other until the twin storms abated, and we collapsed down onto the bed, too exhausted to do anything but gasp for oxygen.
Chapter 15
After a few minutes, I rolled off of Sarah onto my back, my softening cock sliding from her liquid grasp. She rolled with me, resting her head on my shoulder as I held her in the security of my arm. We lay like that quietly, as if both of us had realized the enormity of what we’d just done.
I was working up something to say to her when she slid her hand down over my stomach and took my cock into her grasp. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t completely soft either, and I was a little surprised when it twinged in pleasure from her touch. I’d had sex multiple times in one night before, but this was quick even for me.
She must’ve felt my reaction, because she leaned down and took me into her mouth. I groaned in pleasure, realizing that any serious talk between us was going to have to wait a little while longer.
She took her time, sucking me slowly as my cock gradually responded, getting thicker and longer as the seconds passed. Finally, it was fully erect again, and Sarah gave it one last kiss before moving up to straddle my waist.
I lay back and watched as she took my erection in her hand and angled it up to vertical. Then she lifted up to place it at her entrance, and we both groaned loudly as she impaled herself onto me, taking me deep in one long, slow
plunge.
“Oh god,” she breathed as she stilled for a moment, pressing her pussy tight against my groin as my cock jutted deep. Then she began to fuck me, rolling her hips in a sensuous motion, sliding me in and out just a few inches.
It was amazing, watching her incredible body move above mine. She was in no hurry as she worked for both of our pleasure, drawing it slowly from me as hers rose at the same pace. Only at the end did it get frenetic, with us both panting and chuffing as she slammed her cunt down onto me, sending me over the edge first, then coming with me as my cum exploded deep in her womb.
After that we fell asleep, with her lying on my chest and my soft cock still inside of her. When I awoke just before dawn, we were in the spoon position with my stiff cock denting the cheek of her ass.
I moved above her and rolled her gently onto her back, then moved down between her legs to kiss her hair-fringed slit. She murmured gently as I pressed my tongue between her tender lips, then again when I discovered her clit and lapped gently over the swollen nub.
I repaid her favor from the previous day, taking my time and using all of my oral skills to give her pleasure. She awoke soon after I started, her hands gripping my hair as if to prevent me from stopping. She had nothing to worry about, and I feasted on her flesh with abandon, enjoying her musky-sweet taste.
When she came, it sounded like her head was exploding as she grunted and groaned, digging her heels into the bed as she pressed her throbbing cunt up against my lashing tongue. I licked her until she collapsed back on the bed, pressing her hand against my forehead to let me know it was too much.
We lay quietly together again, both of us dozing lightly as we enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies.
When we awoke again to the sight of sunlight streaming through the curtains, we finally had our talk, telling each other how we felt about what we’d just done. Turns out we were on the exact same page, and I knew then we were destined to be together.
Epilogue
Age thirty-two.
I lay back on the deck chair surveying the scene around me. My chair was located on the deck of my vacation home, built two years ago on the shores of Grand Lake, northwest of Denver. The deck overlooked the lake, which was reflecting the blue skies and tree-covered mountains surrounding the water. A few colorful sailboats slipped across the smooth surface, powered by the light breeze.
Despite all the beauty around me, the most beautiful sight before me was my two-year-old daughter Mariel, asleep on my chest. Her red hair lay against my skin, ruffled slightly by the wind. Her pretty face was the image of contentment now, after being up most of the night with a cold and fever.
Sarah came out onto the deck and smiled down at me. “Do you want me to put her to bed?”
“No, she’s fine where she is.”
Her smile widened, and she placed her hand on her swollen stomach. “Are you disappointed this one’s a girl too?”
I grinned. “No way. Girls are a lot easier.”
As if to prove my point, my four-year-old son Gabriel burst out through the screen door, banging it against the wall and shouting, “Mom! Dad! I’m bored! When’s Jamie getting back!”
“Shhh,” Sarah said. “Your sister is finally sleeping.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Who cares?”
“I do,” Sarah said firmly. “Now go inside. Jamie will be back soon.”
“But Mom!”
“Gabe,” I said sternly. “Listen to your mother.”
The boy frowned and trudged back inside, banging the door behind him.
Sarah cocked an eyebrow at me. “He gets that from you.”
“Me?” I said. “He’s exactly like you were at that age. Annoying as hell.”
“Not from my perspective. You were the annoying one.”
Mariel squirmed in my lap and emitted a soft mewl. Sarah and I went quiet and stared at her for a long moment as she settled back into sleep.
“She so beautiful,” Sarah said softly.
“Yeah. Reminds me of someone else.” I smiled up at her, and we shared a look that only parents understand.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway drew our attention, and Sarah went to the edge of the deck to look over.
“They’re back,” she announced.
I heard quick footsteps coming up the deck stairs, and then our five-year-old nephew Jamie appeared, not stopping as he zoomed into the house, banging the screen door behind him.
“We need to get that fixed,” I said, making my wife giggle.
Next came Alexis, making her way up the stairs with a bit of difficulty. She wasn’t quite as far along as Sarah, but her pregnant belly was starting to slow her down. Sarah gave her a hug, and it was kind of comical how far they had to lean forward to get past their stomachs.
“How was it?” Sarah asked.
“Fun,” Alexis replied.
More footsteps sounded on the steps, and in the next moment Tyler appeared. He was carrying the sole object that most hockey players dream about their entire lives.
He placed the Stanley Cup on the railing. “Whew, that thing’s heavy.”
I grinned and stared at it. I still couldn’t believe it was sitting here, on my deck. It’d been around for over a hundred years, fought over by men who were now long dead. It was one of the most famous trophies in the world, and there it was just sitting there gleaming in the sunlight.
Two years ago, Landeskog was traded, breaking all of his teammate’s hearts. I respected him so much, I’d named my firstborn after him. That’s why it was such a surprise when the team selected me to replace him as captain. The first year I led the team, we were knocked out of the playoffs in the second round. During this previous season, as the trading deadline loomed, I went to the coaches and management and told them we needed one more piece to put us over the top. And that piece was Tyler.
It cost the team a lot to get him – two first-round picks and one of our most talented prospects – but they swung the deal and Tyler moved from Massachusetts to Colorado. Playing with him on my wing felt like the old days all over again.
Turns out I was right – Tyler was exactly what we needed, leading the league in playoff goals and winning the Conn Smyth trophy for most valuable player in the playoffs. While the three opening series were all struggles, we swept the reigning champions 4-0 in the finals to capture Colorado’s first championship since 2001 – the one that inspired Tyler and me all those years ago.
“How’d it go?” I said, looking up at my friend.
“They loved it. You should have been there.”
Part of being a Stanly Cup champion meant each player got to spend a few days with the trophy during the following summer. This week was Tyler’s and my turn, and we brought it up to my lake house to give the folks living nearby a chance to see it in a small ceremony. Unfortunately, because of Mariel’s illness, I wasn’t able to make it.
“You’re the one they came to see, Mr. MVP.” I grinned.
“Yeah, right. Everyone knows we wouldn’t have won it without you.”
I paused, then said, “This is just like we imagined it, isn’t it?”
He looked over to where our pregnant wives were standing by the railing, having a conversation.
“No, Luke,” he replied. “It’s even better.”
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