One Shots
Closing the Gap feat. Andre Burakovsky Part 2
She exhaled softly against my chest as I slid my hands along the bare skin exposed by her zipper, the cool metal between my fingers such a stark contrast to my overheated skin. I was dizzy, intoxicated by the heady combination of alcohol and her lips on mine. Her shoulder blades flexed and the thin fabric slipped from her body, exposing her bare breasts and leaving me breathless.
"Valerie?" It came out a weak question, an attempt to confirm what I was seeing as I took her in. The thin band of her panties dipped into the curve of her hip, disappearing between her legs in a sharp v, and I leaned forward to kiss her clothed mound. She cradled my head and I bit the waistband to tug it down, hooking my arms underneath her legs and pulling her to the edge of the counter.
She smelled so sweet, a soft laugh as I tugged her close and kissed her bare skin. Up to circle her navel before finding the crease of her thigh with the tip of my tongue. Her fingers knotted in my hair, a sharp sting to contrast the gentle touch she'd given me, and I hummed against her skin.
"I want to taste you, min kärlek. I want to feel you."
She met me with a soft moan and the rise of her hips.
"Vacker!" I buried my face in the meeting of her thighs, her heat welcoming me like a long-lost soulmate. Her folds were made of velvet, soft against my mouth and sheer bliss with her hands still in my hair. Her nails dug into my scalp and I couldn't hold back a moan, the pit growing in my stomach as I hardened with each movement.
"Fuck, A-Andre... oh!" I felt her cheeks clench as I slid a finger along her seam. Uncharted territory, not necessarily off-limits but nothing she hated according to the arch of her back. "Oh, I need you..."
"What? What do you need Valerie?"
Her head fell limp on her shoulders and I stood up, sliding my thumb over her slit and slipping it between her lips. She sucked softly and groaned, biting down after a moment as her eyes fluttered shut.
"Tell me darling." I pulled my hand away and slid two fingers into her heat without warning, watching her muscles tense under her taut skin.
"Andre," a weak voice, trembling as I stilled palm-deep in her snatch, "I need you to fuck me."
Notes
SO SORRY FOR USING PALM DEEP IN HER SNATCH
@Joah Louise
could you do guy: Jake Guentzel name: Brooke matoic type of imagine: smut jake and I just got back from celebrating winning the Stanley Cup and he thinks I was flirting with Olli Maatta and Jakes gets jealous and after we get home this big huge fight breaks out between me and jake he says that he should have listened to PK Subban and leave me and I told him that he probably should have and then I mumbled under my breath that I bet Olli could do a lot better when it comes to sex unlike jake and he hears me now he's far beyond pissed off he tells me to repeat myself but he knows what I said I repeat myself and then he tells me he's going to prove that he can do better because he needs to set me straight.
10/18/17