And then he moved.
Holy cow, the man moved.
Faster, deeper, harder, linking our fingers together and dragging my hands above my head as he buried his dick to the hilt, building another orgasm as he did.
"Huck," I rasped as I felt the climax threatening to spill.
"Don’t co yet," he demanded, slamming harder and faster.
I squeezed his hands as I arched into him, eting his thrusts, my breaths coming in pants now, as he continued to move.
"Huck, honey, please," I begged.
With one last thrust, he let out a grunt, and growled, "Now, baby."
Huck released my hands, and I wrapped them around him as I buried my face in his neck. Taking in big gasps of air as I tried to catch my breath, I was unable to stop my tongue from darting out to lick a tiny, salty bit of sweat from his skin.
"Jesus," he whispered, sliding out of gently.
"Um, sure, we can bla or thank him," I retorted. "But I really think we should take more of the credit here."
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss quickly. "Gonna get rid of the condom. Be back."
I nodded, and settled deeper into the mattress like the slug I was.
"Need anything?" he called out from the bathroom.
"No, I’m kind of dead, dead people don’t need anything, but thanks."
I heard him laugh and then he was stretching out beside and pulling against him, kissing gently. "You doing okay?"
"I just had two mind-blowing orgasms. I’m doing great." I grinned. "I vote we stay locked inside my condo for the rest of the week. We’ll order in and just be lazy."
"Unless Gina gets in for an MRI."
"Huck!" I let out a quiet groan. "Do not ruin the love bubble."
"My apologies." He kissed my temple. "Bubble reinstated."
"As it should be." I snuggled closer. "How is your knee?"
"It’s fine."
"Fine, fine, or holy shit it’s on fire, but I’m not gonna say anything because we’re in the love bubble and my woman will lose her shit?"
He chuckled. "Sowhere in the middle of that."
I sighed, rising up enough to look at him. "Why didn’t you say sothing? Let get you so ibuprofen."
He tugged back down. "Stay put, baby, ibuprofen won’t cut it."
"I can get soone to bring gummies."
"It’s good, Daisy, seriously. I’ve got pain stuff if it gets bad." He gave my butt a squeeze. "Now look who’s fuckin’ with the love bubble."
I settled my chin on his chest. "I’m not talking about leaving the house, though, am I, smartass?"
He chuckled. "Fair point, I suppose."
"So, now that the love bubble has been restored, tell how it’s possible that was the best blow job you’ve ever had," I prompted.
"Why are you surprised?"
"Um, hello, hot as fuck hockey star. Puck bunnies abound. I’m sure they’re kneeling in front of you left and right."
"You’d be surprised," he countered. "Even if that were true, I’ve never been the kind of person who was into fucking for sport, no pun intended. So, yes, I’ve had a few in my life, but that by far was the best, and I know it’s because it’s you."
"Okay, well, that’s only the second one I’ve ever given, so, you’re welco."
He chuckled. "Thank you."
I smiled, kissing his throat. "How did you get such an Arican na?"
"My great, great, great, great... give or take a great grandfather was Granville Stuart," he said. "He’s a big na around Big Hole Valley, Montana, and we live in a small town close to the valley. Huckleberry was all Mom. She might be a math teacher, but she’s book obsessed."
"Ah, so that’s why Louisa is Louisa?"
"Absolutely. Mom owns a first-edition copy of Little Won and believe when I say, should the house go up in flas, that book would be the first to be saved before any of her jewelry, and maybe even my dad."
I let out a snort, trying not to laugh. "Oh my god, not funny."
"Tell him that." He grinned. "It’s his joke."
"Your parents sound amazing."
"They are. I can’t wait for you to et them."
I bit my lip and ran my finger over his chest. "Do you think they’ll like ?"
"Of course they will, everyone likes you."
I scoffed. "Uh, no, everyone does not like ."
"Who hurt you, Daisy?"
"What do you an?"
"Who made you so insecure you’re insistent you’re unworthy?"
I sighed. "I don’t know, honestly. I an, I guess, I do on a grand scale. an girls at school, the ex, brothers who feel it necessary to fight my battles, parents who hover, so then I feel like I can’t do it myself." I shrugged. "Take your pick. But I can’t really bla them now, right? I have to take ownership over my own actions, so I just panic sotis, you know, get the collywobbles, and then I spiral internally. It’s dumb."
"Baby, it’s not dumb. We’ve just gotta get you to a place where you feel a little more settled in your head." He t my eyes. "But back up. What the fuck are collywobbles?"
"When your stomach gets all jittery. It’s more than butterflies, it’s almost painful." She sighed. "My English prof was British, and she used to say it. I’ve heard Maisie say it once or twice as well and it’s kind of mine and Teagan’s word. We use it a lot."
He grinned, kissing gently. "Well, I’ll get you to a place where there are no more collywobbles."
"Good luck with that, bub."
"Although, that is a fuckin’ kickass word."
I chuckled. "Right?"
He rolled onto my back and kissed again. "You wanna eat or fuck again?"
"Mmm, eat then fuck."
"I like your style, Daisy Mae."
"I’m picking up on that, Huckleberry Granville."
We climbed out of bed, and he pulled on his jeans, commando, while I wrapped a robe around myself, then we headed into the kitchen to heat up leftovers.
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