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The question nearly makes me laugh.
Not because it's ridiculous. Because nobody ever asks me that. People assume I know what I want.
On the ice, I usually do.
Off it, I've spent a lot of time making decisions based on what everybody else needs. But Delaney is looking at me like my answer matters just as much as hers.
“Yeah, Becks. I'm sure.”
I climb back on the bed and kneel between her open legs, drinking in the sight of her.
Delaney Beckett in my bed. Wild brown hair spread over my pillows, pink marks on her chest from my stubble, lips swollen from my kisses and her bare tits all soft and full, nipples hard as rocks begging to be touched.
“You sure?”
“Bishop! Stop asking me, yes I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please, just stick it in already!” She cries out.
“My greedy girl! That what they say in your book?”
“When the hero is taking his sweet ass time they do.” She laughs up at me as I drag myself between her folds teasing.
“What I’m hearing is I’m the hero in this scenario?”
“You’re impossible.” She laughs and reaches for me.
I line up at her entrance, searching her face one last time for any trace of doubt. But I don’t find it.
When I slide in, it feels like the first time. It feels like home.
Fuck.
I close my eyes. She’s so tight. I’m barely inside her and I pause to give us both a second to adjust.
Her because I know she’s inexperienced, and me, because I’ve waited so long for this I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself like a teenage boy on Prom night.
When she starts moving against me, I open my eyes and look down at her. “You good?”
“Yes!” She cries out impatiently and I watch her eyes widen as I slowly push in. Inch by inch until I’m fully inside her.
And damn she feels so good, I never want to leave. I start moving in and out. “Is this okay?” I’m holding back, trying to be gentle.
“It’s more than okay. Please—” She whimpers into my mouth. I adjust my weight and grab behind her knee, pulling her leg up and she wraps her other leg around my waist, taking me deeper. I slowly pull out and thrust back in.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
“Bishop!” She cries out.
The rush of hearing the fans screaming my name from the stands is nothing compared to the way it makes me feel hearing her moan it.
Her body shakes beneath me and my head tips back as I pick up the pace.
I didn’t know it could be like this.
