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“You won the Stanley Cup tonight,” I murmur

“Mmm, we did,” Alex says He doesn’t take credit for the win He’s such a team player

“You scored the winning goal” I run my hands over his shoulders and down his back, as I circle my hips My damn pants need to come off

“Does that ht up in the most devilish way

“Everything about you ht extra panties so I could change between innings,” I whisper-lie

“They’re called periods in hockey Innings are for baseball” Alex sits back on his knees and pops the button on my pants

I know that I said it to see if he’s paying attention Alex dips his fingers inside ht This uys use sports metaphors for sex?”

He pauses, likely to see if I’uess”

Alex drops h hands up the outside of hs He starts at my knee and kisses a path north “I’ in on the land of Beave

I’race his

His tongue glides along my slit We both moan like crazy Well, I moan, and Alex rowl and groan He s I can’t understand, but the sensation it creates is unparalleled, so I’

He sits back on his knees, lifting ives razes my clit with his teeth at the saers

It’s at this as sucked into a vortex of sensation I have no idea what sounds I’, if any at all, because one black

Alex sets hs “Did I do good?” He hovers above me, his face an inch fro on my stomach

“Ahaw”

“Is that a yes?” He looks awfully pleased I can’t blame him If I'd made him momentarily black out, I’d be smirky, too