Avianna checked her watched for about the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes and yelled up the stairs. “Marco!”

A muffled and playful, “Polo,” was her only response.

Oh good God, she was going to kill this man. She slammed her hand down on the wooden banister and was surprised she didn’t shake the whole house. “Get your ass down here right now or I’m leaving without you!”

She checked her watch again. They should have been at the Parise house five minutes ago, but someone (Marco) had waited until the last minute to go workout. And then he needed to cool down and stretch, then he needed to shower, then pick out the right suit, then do whatever the hell else he was doing in their bedroom that had them running so late. He just didn’t seem to understand that this reflected badly on her, not him. Everyone knew the wives and girlfriends were the ones really running the show off the ice, so if they were late, everyone would assume it must be her fault.

Just about to scream again, she saw him come barrelling down the stairs fixing his tie. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you, calm down. I - whoa…ma reine…” His took her in; that was certainly a new dress, one he hadn’t seen in their closet or even noticed her taking downstairs when she went to get dressed. Tight, but not slutty, a shade of bright red that only the most confident women can pull off, shorter than might be appropriate for a dinner with teammates, but done in a cut classy enough to make it acceptable.

Avianna saw the darkening look in his hazel colored eyes and he certainly only called her his queen when he wanted to get some. She shook her head emphatically and grabbed her purse. “Don’t even think about it. We are so late and it’s your fault.”

She turned to leave, but when her hand hit to doorknob, she found herself being spun around. Marco filled his palms with her hips, pulled and forced her center against his as she leaned her torso back. He flashed that legendary smile at her. “What? Not even a kiss, ma déesse?”

“Oh, now I’m a goddess? Now you wanna play nice after you’ve managed to piss me off and make us -”

“So fucking late, yes I know. And it is my fault. Still, no kiss? That’s just cruel, yes?”

How on earth was she supposed to resist this? Marco with those pleading eyes, pale lips, and scruffy chin and cheeks…that alone was enough to make any woman moist between the thighs, but being his girl, the one he called ma reine? Well hell, Avianna was at his mercy and knew it. For the first time all afternoon, she smiled at him, her anger having been misplaced somewhere between admiration and arousal.

She agreed, one kiss, just for him, her king. “Oui, mon roi, un baiser, juste pour vous.”

He groaned and bit his lip, loving the way his first language rolled off her tongue. The fact that she had learned it in the first place was heartwarming, but hearing the sweet utterances she used made it incredibly sexy and never failed to immediately harden his cock.

Happy she had relented, he pulled her even closer, brought a hand to the back of her neck to force her lips against his. His hands ran down her body, slipping easily and quickly over the silky fabric of her dress, that damn dress that had nearly all the blood in his body pooling between his thighs. Her skin radiated warmth and he felt his own body heat up as she swirled her tongue around his own to explore his mouth.

This was why she was his queen, his goddess; the woman knew what she wanted and took it. He couldn’t stop his mouth from working harder, deeper and his hands instinctively sought out her skin, slipping under the straps of that perfect dress and then rounding her shoulders until he was stroking her back.

He felt the excitement rising in her body, but just when it was getting good, she broke away from him. Letting out a sigh that was part swooning over his kiss and part annoyance that she now had to fix her lip gloss, she dug in her purse for her keys. “Let’s go before they start without us.”

Avianna turned towards the door again, but again she was spun back into his arms. His lips were back on hers, but the pace was considerably faster, more intense. He turned them both, backed her up towards the stairs. When she went up on the first step, she used one hand on the banister and the other the wall to stop their progress and pulled away from his mouth once more.

“Marco, seriously, this is not the time.”

“Oh, you are so wrong, ma reine. This is the perfect time because I’m so fucking hard and you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He let her brace herself and he used both hands to hike up her dress. She quickly released her hold on the house to pull it back down.

“I’m not joking! We’re late as it is and you wanna fool around?”

Ok, she wanted to be practical, he would use logic to get this done, because the way her ass was looking in that dress he was never going to make it through dinner without ravishing her first. He joined her on the first step, putting his feet on either side of hers, pressing their bodies together and said against the skin of her neck, “We’re already late, what’s another ten minutes.” His lips and teeth nibbled her ear for just a second and he continued, “Maybe fifteen minutes. S'il vous plaît?”

She opened her mouth to argue, to tell him they had to go, but his lips were back on her skin, licking, sucking, and his hands were clutching her ass like he would die if he let it go. He was muttering sweet nothings, in English, French, then, heaven help her, Italian. Damn him. Turning her neck to expose more of the sensitive skin for his mouth she let out another sigh of mixed emotions and gave up fighting it. “Oui, d'accord…se dépêcher.”

He growled softly against her neck and then hiked her dress back up, letting his fingertips explore her creamy skin that was now nearly trembling with anticipation. She grabbed his tie and led him up the stairs, amazingly walking backwards up them in four inch heels. As they went he ripped off his suit coat and left it on the stairs

When they hit the landing, he kissed her again and when they made it to the bedroom, he practically threw her on the bed. Fully engaged in this now, Avianna ran the heel of her shoe up one of his thighs as she spread her legs to expose the pale pink g-string she had on, which was already dark with her arousal.

That sultry smile of hers was enough to bring any man to his knees. He pulled off her g-string and admired the neatly trimmed hair on her mound and her bare pussy lips. Beautiful. If they had more time he would sink down onto the floor and pull her hips to the edge of the bed so he could feast on her pussy for hours. No time for that, unfortunately.

Instead, he started unbuttoning his shirt, but only got a few undone when she sat up to help. He reached around and unzipped her dress, yanking it down her arms to expose her breasts elevated in a strapless pushup bra. He roughly moved the bra down her torso and then pushed the hem of her dress even higher leaving her pussy and breasts exposed to him as her outfit now bunched at her midsection.

His shirt was open, but still on, tie hanging from his neck as she went to work the belt and button of his pants. He bent and licked up her throat, dragged his teeth along her jaw just to hear her moan, then he whispered against her ear. “Leave your heels on.”

Avianna only nodded and now grasped his cock with both hands, stroking his soft skin and feeling the blood pump under it. She looked up at him with those dark brown doe eyes. “Mmm…fuck me, please, please, mon roi.”

He took only half a second to shove his pants down around his knees before he collapsed on top of her on the bed and shoved his thick cock into her soft, wet channel. She let out a high pitched whine and he grunted as he burrowed home. “Oh, Avi…my sweet angel. You ruin me with no effort.”

“Marco…Marco, yes, right there.”

His stroke was perfect, fast, but somehow feeling unrushed, as if speed was a choice, not a requirement. Avianna’s high-heeled feet wrapped around his back and dug into his spine, his shirt, flapped between them, and his belt buckle jostled and jingled with every move he made.

He bent to lick at one erect nipple and she threw her head back while arching her back to thrust her chest toward his mouth. Just as he bit down on the wrinkled nub of flesh, his phone started to ring in his pocket.

He let out a laugh against her skin, Avianna groaned in frustration. “If you answer that I swear to God -”

Too late. Without missing a single beat, his cock still fucking her madly, Marco had hauled out his phone and had it pressed between one shoulder and his ear, using both hands to pinch her nipples. He was breathless when he answered by saying, “Ten minutes, Parise.”

Avianna had to laugh now. The Parises lived twenty minutes away and they weren’t even done let alone on the road. She heard Zach’s annoyed response. “Alisha made a quiche, apparently they’re time sensitive, are you shitting me or are you really ten minutes away?”

“Ten minutes, I swear to God, bye.”

Zach was still protesting when Marco hung up on him and Avianna was still giggling when he brought his mouth to hers for a kiss. “Terrible, you’re a terrible human being, Marco.”

“Probably, maybe.”

“Definitely. You’re lucky I like you anyway.”

“I am, so lucky. Kiss me again, ma reine.”

She complied, coming up on her elbows lick along the seam of his mouth until he opened for her and they shared a passionate blending of breath and tongue. Marco hovered over her, increasing the speed of his thrusting, forcing her back further onto the bed as he went. When her legs unlocked and her feet rested on the bed with her knees spread wide, he brushed his palms along her thighs until he reached her hips.

He sat back now, knelt on the bed, and elevated her hips with both hands kneading her ass. Her back and head remained on the bed and she pressed her heeled feet against his thighs as gently as possible. He held her still as he reared back and thrust into her with renewed force. Avianna gasped at the wonderful pressure the new angel brought and she moved both her hands to stroke and play with her bouncy breasts as he fucked her.

“Belle, belle…I love to see your hands on your body. Stroke that juicy pussy for me, I want to feel you come.”

“Goddamn, how I do adore that mouth of yours.”

He chuckled deeply and watched as she tweaked one nipple between her fingers and used her other hand to reach down to play with her red hot clit that was aching for attention. The moment she made contact the tightness of her body grew even more and she felt liable to burst.

Marco felt her clenching around him already and he struggled to hold back. He wouldn’t release until he felt her come so damn hard, because if they were going to get shit for being late he was going to make it worth her while. “Ma déesse, mon seul…let go. Squeeze my cock with your sweet, wet pussy and let me feel how much you love this.”

“God…yes…Marco…fuck!” With her fingers working overtime, his cock pressing deeply and roughly between her folds, and his voice washing over her, Avianna let go. Shaking, quaking, feeling like she was going to faint, she screamed out for him, moaning his name and grunting unintelligibly as the waves of her orgasm moved through her body again and again.

With her body still shuddering out it’s last energy, Marco squeezed her hips, thrust deeply one more time and came inside her with a long, low groan. Sweaty, half dressed in now wrinkled clothes, they were a pile of barely discernible human body parts in the middle of the bed.

When Avianna found the strength, she sat up, looking down at Marco who had his hand over his heart on his chest. He opened his eyes and met hers with a smile. “Thank you. Now we can go.”

With a laugh, she pushed herself off the bed and went about putting herself back together. Soon, Marco did the same and when they were dressed again they were out the door, speeding through the suburban streets of Minnesota.

Now a half hour late, they both felt the full verbal and death stare wrath of both the Parises and a few other random dinner guests. Marco actually did feel bad once they got there, because despite what Avianna thought, he understood how blame was applied by hockey WAGs.

However, just as he was about to take the blame in front of everyone, Avianna said, “I’m so sorry, it’s my fault we’re late. This dress,” she waved a hand up and down her body, “turned out to be more trouble than I planned for.”

Avianna had no idea she was going to say that until the words were out of her mouth. Mind blowing orgasms had a way of making her forgive Marco even when she was furious. And besides, she knew if she saved him, he would be grateful.

The mood lightened, everyone laughed and agreed that the dress was stunning, totally worth it. With an arm wrapped around her neck, Marco smiled and muttered against her ear. “You are simply magnificent. Thank you.”

Turning her head she smiled with pride at his responding exactly as she thought he would and then kissed the side of his mouth, whispering back, “Thank me later…with your cock.”

He grinned wildly. “Mmm, gladly, ma reine, gladly.”

Notes

Again, all French is via Google Translate, probably terrible and inaccurate, but you get the idea.