Tread This Fantasy

She was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pan of veggies. And she was just wearing his shirt. If he hadn’t already spent himself a few minutes before, he would have been so aroused he couldn’t think. Sid wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. “You look incredibly sexy in my T-shirt,” he murmured in her delicate ear.

She giggled and reached a hand behind her to run her fingers through his messy hair. “I can’t cook naked. That’s too weird.”

“That’s not weird at all. But you in my shirt is second best to you in your birthday suit.” She felt so good in his arms--soft and warm and comfortable. He felt like everything in the world had stopped, nothing was going on but what was happening in her apartment.

She turned in his arms and let him kiss her. He had thrown his boxers back on, but everything else was still strewn across her bedroom floor. Mel’s hands rubbed his chest as he moved his hands down to cup her ass. The shirt she was wearing lifted up and he could feel the heat of ass against his palms. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath the shirt.

“You keep touching me and we’re going to have to postpone dinner again,” he warned.

Mel rolled her eyes and pushed him away playfully. “Don’t try to ruin my dinner. I agonized over what I was going to make you.”

“I didn’t come for the food; I came for you.”

She grinned. “Yeah, you did come for me.”

“Ha ha,” Sid replied, pinching the tip of her nose. “I’m starving; when is the food going to be ready?”

“So demanding.”

“You wore me out.”

Mel shook her head. “I think it might be the other way around.”

He took their forgotten glasses of wine to the coffee table along with napkins and silverware. She plated their food and carried dinner into the living room.

“No dining table?” she asked.

“I can’t sit that far away from you right now,” he admitted.

She just laughed at him and settled down on the couch, leaving no space between them. They listened to the entire album again while they ate dinner. Her cooking was fantastic, and he told her so many times while he shoveled it all into his mouth. The faster he ate, the faster he could get her back into bed.

Mel curled into him as he draped his arm over her shoulder. Her hand was flat against his chest and he wondered if she could feel his heartbeat. It was steady and comfortable, happy. This felt different than the other women he’d spent a night with over the past few years. *She* was different.

“What are you thinking?” she asked. Her voice was soft.

Sid closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Slowly, he trailed the tips of his fingers up and down her arm. After a long moment of silence in which he carefully weighed what he wanted to say, he spoke up. “That I wish this night could last forever.”

She didn’t respond right away, but he was okay with that. As long as she stayed tucked under his arm he could wait.

“Me too,” Mel finally whispered. Her voice held the longing that he felt pulling at his heart. It was a new feeling, uncomfortable. He’d have to leave her apartment eventually. He’d have to get on a plane and go out of town. Out of town for days at a time. And sleep in a bed that didn’t have her in it.

Tonight he was going to sleep in her bed, though. Nothing was going to stop that.

“The season is almost over. Another five weeks and we’ll be headed into playoffs.”

“Mmm, and then the Cup,” she said. She sounded far away and it cut into his heart just a little. Maybe his impending absence was eating at her just like it was eating at him.

“Will you come to the game tomorrow afternoon?”

He felt her nod her head against his chest. Sid looked down at the way her hair spilled out over her shoulders and his chest. He struggled for a breath.

“We’re at New Jersey on Tuesday, but I’ll be back late that night. Think you can fit me in for dinner on Wednesday night?”

Her fingers flexed against his bare chest. “You know I can. There’s no one else I’d rather spend time with.”

The tightness in his throat released and he could take a deep breath, filling his lungs with relief. He’d talk to Duper tomorrow. He’d get advice on how to make this work without the hockey life killing the fledging romance.

“I was thinking of staying in Pittsburgh for the summer. Train here with a couple of the guys.” He waited for her reaction, not daring to move.

She looked up at him, a soft smile on her face. “Are you asking me to go steady?”

He grinned and turned his head away from her in embarrassment. “Don’t bust my balls; I’m new at this.”

“If you are, then don’t worry. I’ve been yours since the first time you took me skating. You think any other man in this city can stack up to you?”

Her words made him laugh. He pulled her closer to him. “I’m glad I’ve impressed you.”

“You’ve done more than that,” Mel replied, her voice trailing off, leaving the statement open.

Like what?, he wondered. What more have I done? Have I made you fall in love with me. Please say I have.

“Although, Henrik Lundqvist isn’t in this city. And he’s a total fox. I’d hit that,” she added.

He pinched her arm, causing her to squeal and squirm in his embrace. Sid wrapped both arms around her and pushed her back, pinning her against the sofa. “Don’t make me jealous,” he growled, kissing her passionately.

“You do that thing with your tongue again and I’ll promise to only fantasize about you,” she whispered against his lips.

Sid slipped his hands under the T-shirt she had on and squeezed her ass possessively. “Let me see what I can do to convince you,” he said.

It only took them a moment to tumble off the sofa and stagger into the bedroom. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, especially once he yanked the shirt over her head and watched her fall back on the mattress.

Her body was made for him. He wanted to live between her thighs. Sid watched as she pinched a nipple between her fingers, watching him with dark eyes.

Fuck, he thought. He jerked off his boxers and crawled up the foot of the bed until his body covered hers. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing his cock to nestle right up against her slit. All he needed to do was shove a hand between them to flip himself down and he’d be buried inside her.

A condom. He needed one. They were in the pocket of his jeans, out of reach. He kissed her hard, pushing her deep into the mattress. “Hold that thought,” he whispered when he pulled back. “I need to grab a condom.”

He pushed himself off the bed reluctantly and grabbed his jeans. He had shoved a couple in the left pocket, hoping he’d get really lucky tonight. It turned out that he had. When he looked back at Mel, his jaw dropped.

She was watching him, lust in her eyes. One hand was cupping her left breast and the other was between her legs. The light from the hall fell at just the right angle to let him see her middle fingers slide inside her pussy. Sid felt his brain shut down.

Before he could jump on her again, she rolled over on her side and patted the mattress next to her.

He laid down on the bed, turning on his side so they could face each other. Gently, he cupped her face in his hand and kissed her thoroughly. When he pulled back, the look in her eyes almost took his breath away. It wasn’t just lust there. She was looking at him like it was so much more, and his heart soared because he felt the same way.

Before he could say anything, she put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him onto his back. Mel pressed warm kisses down his neck and across his chest. She ran the tip of her tongue down the middle of his flat stomach until he was gasping and laughing at the same time. And then he was just clenching his teeth together because her mouth was on his cock, her little hand wrapped around the base of him.

“Mel,” he choked out as she took him further into her mouth until he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. “Oh, fuck...”

She slid him out of her mouth before looking up at him with a devious smile and running her tongue all the way up his cock. He maintained eye contact with her while she bobbed her head up and down. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He tilted his head back, straining his neck. His hands were tangled in her hair.

He was so close. Just when he opened his mouth to tell her, she was gone. Sid looked down just as she threw a leg over his hip. She leaned forward and snatched the condom from his hand, ripping open the wrapper.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, resting his hands on her thighs as he watched her roll the latex over his throbbing cock. His eyes moved up to her chest, looking at her perfect nipples. Mel wasn’t paying attention to his face, though. She was holding his cock in place so she could slip it inside herself.

Sid smiled at her look of intense concentration. And then he gasped when she settled down on him, enveloping him in her heat.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, lifting herself up and then sliding back down. The angle was maddening. He was so deep in her, but he couldn’t move like he wanted to. She was in complete control. He bent his legs at the knees, bringing his thighs up behind her. It gave her the support she needed to rock into him harder. His hands were tight on his hips, urging her to move against him.

Sid felt euphoric. She was perfect, and she was his. He wanted to move in with her and spend every night touching each other. After a game he could come home and they could make love slowly until she called out his name. Or he could come home and take her against the wall, hard and fast and dirty, coming deep inside of her.

Yes, he needed this so bad. He looked at where their bodies joined, and then he moved his eyes up to take in her hips and waist and perfect tits. Her hands were in her own hair, bunching it up to expose the column of her neck. She glanced down at him with a dreamy look in her eyes.

He almost said it at the moment. Instead, he let his right hand move from her waist to her mound so he could pressing a thumb against her clit. She gasped and fell forward just a bit, bracing herself against his chest with her hands. Sid took the opportunity to pump his hips up, controlling the rhythm a bit more now.

“Oh, fuck, Sid...” she breathed, her eyes slipping closed.

“Yes,” he urged. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You’re gonna... make me....”

“Yes,” he repeated. “For me. Come me for me.”

He kept moving his thumb against her in circles and pushing his hips up into her until she froze. A shudder ran through her body and then she collapsed on him, her arms giving out. Sid immediately wrapped his arms around her and continued moving in and out of her. Her moans were fuel for his fire as was the slick wetness running down the insides of her thighs.

Sid buried his face in her hair, smelling her shampoo and perfume. His heart swelled just as he felt his orgasm building. Her mouth was next to his ear, breathing heavily and murmuring encouragement, telling him that he felt so good.

“Oh Mel,” he whispered in her ear. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I...I’m in love with you, too,” she said softly into his ear, running her fingers through his hair. He growled and turned his face into hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her fiercely just as he came inside her.

His head was swimming and all he could feel, smell, or see was her. His fingertips were pressed into her flesh as he hugged her tightly to his body. Slowly, they both came down, peppering soft kisses on lips, checks, chins, foreheads and necks.

“I meant what I said,” he mumbled after she had rolled off him to settle into a spot just beside his body. He hoped he didn’t have to spell what what part he meant. This was uncharted territory.

“Me too,” she replied softly, trailing her fingertips over his chest.

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He woke to the feeling of her leg thrown over his hip and the tendrils of her hair tickling his arm. The central heat had just kicked on and the warm breath of air from the vent was lifting a few pieces of her hair. Sid couldn’t remember waking up and feeling better about himself and his life. It was like the day he was drafted. He was ready for the future and excited to pursue what he wanted.

One arm was trapped beneath her head, so he lifted the other and ran his fingertips over her naked body. His cock was hard and heavy against his stomach. The way she’d thrown her leg over his body was making him excitable.

He brushed a light kiss over her forehead, secretly hoping he’d wake her so they could touch one another before he had to leave for the morning skate. It was just after five in the morning and the room was dark. The hallway light was still on, allowing him to make out her beautiful cheekbones and parted lips.

Sid pressed his hand a little harder against her as he made another pass, touching her soft skin. This time he got a reaction. Mel mumbled and shifted against him. Finally, she opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy look.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” he whispered back, stroking her body more fully with his free hand. She arched into his touch and he took that as encouragement to proceed. Deftly, he lifted himself up and slide between her thighs. Sid settled his weight on her forearms and he laid on top of her and kissed her on the lips.

“Mmm, I have morning breath,” she complained, pulling back and covering her mouth.

“Me too. I don’t care.” He kissed her hand until she relented and moved it away so he could claim her mouth again.

“Is this my wakeup call?”

“Mmm, hmm,” he replied, dripping his head down to capture a nipple between his lips.

“Best. Wakeup. Call. Ever.”

Sid chuckled and shifted his hips against hers. He wanted to be inside her. And just as he made to shove a hand between their bodies to align his cock with her, he realized he didn’t have any more condoms.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dropping his head on her chest.

She ran her nails up his back, making him shudder. “What?” she asked.

“I used my last condom last night.”

She chuckled. “Oops. I’d offer you one, but I don’t have any. Guess that tells you how often I get laid.”

He gritted his teeth in frustration. She was so soft and inviting and he couldn’t have her because he’d only shoved two of the damn things in his pocket. “Think the 7-11 down the street is open?” he asked, only half-joking.

She was silent for a moment, her hands rubbing his back and ruffling the hair at the nap of his neck. “I’m on the pill. And I trust you.”

He lifted his head to look at her face. “What?”

“You can... without. If you’re okay with that.” She smiled shyly and lowered her lashes demurely. It drove him to the brink of losing his mind with lust.

“Serious?” he asked.

“I need you,” she answered, lifting her hips up and rubbing against him.

He growled and shoved his hand between their bodies. He lined his cock up with her. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, sliding home.

She was so tight and so wet he couldn’t breathe for a moment. The feel of being inside her without anything between them sent his brain buzzing off into a land of intense lust. Not too fast, he said to himself. If he gave into temptation, he’d be coming inside her in seconds.

Slowly, delicately, he rocked his hips into hers. “Mel, you feel... so good.”

“Don’t stop,” she whispered in his ear. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he answered, pulling out a bit more and sliding back inside. Her walls clenched him, holding tight as he pulled out and then pushed back in.

Minutes later, after she’d cried out her pleasure while he was buried to the hilt, he’d tensed up and spilled himself deep inside her. And then he did stop and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He gasped for breath, smelling the intoxicating scent of sex all over both of them.

“What a way to wake up,” she said, smiling.

“I love you,” he blurted out, unable to stop himself. He was still inside her, nothing between them. And his heart felt raw and tender. It had never been like this before.

Her slender fingers coaxed his head up from her neck so she could see him. She pushed his hair away from his face. “I love you back.” Her face was so serious and her eyes deeper than he’d ever seen them.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Mel smiled at him. “Yeah.”

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