The Off Season

At that moment, Katherine knew that her body and her mind were betraying her and that she wouldn’t be stopping James anytime soon. He was going to make her come whether she wanted to or not, and God forgive her, she wanted him to. She couldn't stop; she didn't want to, no matter how bad of an idea plowing through a Pittsburgh Penguin would be.

She brought her hands up to his head and touched his face. The first thing Katherine noticed was the contract between the roughness of his beard and the softness of his skin. So many contrasts in one person Katherine thought. She also couldn’t help but think how James would orchestrate the rest of this encounter and how she would respond. Was it going to be sweet and charming, or was it going to be cocky and self-absorbed.

James looked at Katherine, as she brushed the back of her hand against James’ face. He noticed softness in her eyes, but he also noticed the slight tease she gave him with a bite of her lower lip. He took that as a signal that Katherine wanted more of what he had been giving her.

He buried his head into her neck, and whispered, “Is this the sort of touching you had in mind?”

There was Katherine’s answer.

This wasn’t going to be like two star-crossed virgins making love for the first time. This was going to be a hot, hard, sweaty, one-night stand fuck.

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Well, then since you asked nicely…”

Katherine could feel the hardness of James pressing into her thigh and with a push of his knees, her legs were spread. She wanted to feel him deep inside her and she didn’t want to wait any longer. Katherine reached under James’ arms and firmly grabbed on to his well-defined hockey ass and pulled up.

“Mmmm, is someone getting impatient?” James knew exactly where he had Katherine and he wasn’t about to relinquish control. He moved his hand down the plane of Katherine’s waste until he reached the top of her pubic bone. He pushed gently on that area and turned his hand around so that his long, slender fingers could brush against her clit. James always loved the challenge of finding that one spot on a girl that would drive her to the brink. Most times it was hit or miss and as long as everyone had a good time, what was the problem. He had a feeling that Katherine was going to be more than willing to let him know just where that spot was.

James worked her with his fingers until Katherine’s breathe hitched. Bingo, he found it. He worked her slowly at first, just teasing and rubbing, but when he decided to change speed and direction, he could tell that it brought a whole new set of sensations to Katherine’s body.

“Oooohhhhh, deaaaarrr Gooooddd.” “There, right there!”

Yea, he had her.

Katherine pushed her head into the pillows and bucked her hips up to meet the stokes of James’ fingertips. With each swipe, he was bringing her closer to the brink, but Katherine wanted more than just his fingers. She brought her hips back down to the mattress and wrapped one leg around his back. She was more than open and more than ready. The only thing that was stopping her from having an earth-shattering orgasm was James Neal cock inside her.

“You, you.” “I want you inside me, now.” It came out sounding more like a request and not a demand. Katherine knew what she wanted and had no issue asking for it.

She wrapped her other leg around James’ back and with one single thrust of his hips, he was deep inside.

James looked at Katherine, his mouth gapping open from the feelings that were streaming through his body. It felt like Christmas, birthdays, hat tricks and shoot-out goals all in one. She was wet and more than ready for him. His eyes focused on Katherine and with a smirk on his face, started to move slowly in and out. He watched the reaction on her face every time he bottomed out in her. He could feel her tighten when he drew back out. And when we pushed back in, he could feel just how wet she had become.

The pace was slow at first, but this time had been building up ever since they met only a few short hours ago, and quickly things became more desperate, more frantic. Katherine raked her nails up James’s back and buried into his hair. She pulled his mouth to hers and nipped at his bottom lip until James opened his mouth enough to let Katherine slip her tongue in. Their tongues battled for control as the bottom half of their bodies pounded away at each other.

James’ legs were built for power and Katherine was now at the receiving end of his strength. He kept her pinned to the bed with his legs alone, using his hips to push himself deeper and deeper into her. With each thrust James felt himself slipping closer and closer to his completion, but he wasn’t going to let himself go until he made Katherine scream his name. He placed his hands next to Katherine’s head and pushed himself up. James then reached for Katherine’s hands that had found their way to the top of his shoulders and in one swift move, pinned them above her head.

James leaned down onto Katherine and with one last deep thrust, James whispered sweetly and softly into Katherine’s ear.

“Kat.”

This threw Katherine off of the edge; tumbling, spinning down the other side. His mouth sucked at the soft flesh below her ear as she came, screaming his name, arms pulling at the grip James had on her hands. He drilled her the whole way through, his own orgasm breaking as she finished, sighing as he collapsed on her chest.

James opened his eyes and found her staring back to him, drowsy and aroused. He gave a lazy grin and kissed her full and strong. Then moved off her and lay flat next to her. They lay there, next to one another for a few minutes, just breathing, and then Katherine leaned up on an elbow and looked at James.

Words, what the hell were words. At this moment, Katherine couldn’t form a word if her life depended on it.

“Umm, bathroom, I’ll be right back,” as Katherine rolled away from James and off the bed.
Katherine grabbed a t-shirt that she was using as her night shirt, pulled it over her head and made her way to the bathroom. She shut the door and walked over to the shower and turned it on, letting the hot water stream out of the shower head. She turned toward the mirror and with one look; she knew she was in trouble. She was a sweaty mess, her hair was tangled, her mascara was giving her the look of a freshly run over raccoon and to top it all off, she was wearing her SC87 shirt that she bought at the NHL Store after meeting Sidney Crosby in New York.

Katherine turned to the shower, stripped off the questionably chosen t-shirt and was ready to step into the shower when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Katherine, I’m starving, so how do you feel about Thai delivery?” James called out to her from the other side of the door.

Katherine didn’t respond, instead she stepped into the shower and turned the hot water up as far as it would go.

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