Slap Shot by Lily Harlem Page A

careened through my pussy. His finger probed higher, wriggled inside me. My darkest hole clasped the invasion. It was sharp and stinging, a new experience.
    Beneath me, his hips gave a savage upward thrust, entering me higher and harder. He froze at the hilt. “Yes…” he hissed. “Fuck, yes.” His hand that had been tangled in my hair was now thrown over my shoulders, forcing me down onto him, spearing me. His cock throbbed, spurting into the condom, and his spasms mixed with mine deep inside my pussy. I shut my eyes and was greeted with red and white, red and white with flashes of purple, and I rode through an intensely satisfying and exquisite orgasm.
    “Oh my god,” I gasped as I came back to earth. My blood was surging in my ears, my heart bursting within my chest. “Oh my god, Rick, I…”
    His breaths were hot, hard and noisy, his chest heaved against mine. “You’re too damn good, I’m like a horny teenager again whenever I’m with you,” he puffed. “No damn stamina.”
    “Rick, you’ve got…you’ve got your finger in my ass.”
    His face tipped back far enough to study my expression. His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed. He didn’t remove his finger. “Yeah,” he said with a wicked twitch of his lips. “Does it feel good?”
    “I-I, Rick, please.”
    “Please what? You want more?” The finger slid higher, stretching my virginal hole and stroking my internal flesh.
    “No, no.” I jolted in his arms.
    He eased back so just the tip was inside. His eyes narrowed. “Has anyone touched you here before?” he asked quietly.
    “No, Rick, please, and I don’t know if I want you to.”
    The naughty finger slipped out and my anus clamped shut.
    “It felt good though, didn’t it, at the perfect moment?” he asked.
    I loosened my grip on his biceps and saw my fingernails had left tiny white crescents on his tan skin. “Yes, yes, it felt good. It all felt good. But I…”
    “But you don’t want me in your ass.”
    I shook my head.
    “Sorry, I should have asked, I just really needed you to come at that very moment so we could share it. I had a feeling that little trick would work.”
    “It did, it was…” I paused, searching for the word. “Different.”
    “‘Good’ different?”
    I smiled. “Yes, good different…intense.”
    He kissed me softly. “I get the hint. Unless you ask, no more ass play.”
    I lifted up and watched as he tugged off the condom. Then, thoroughly exhausted, I flopped onto the bed, my head sinking into the deep pillow, my limbs stretching out every which way.
    He disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and running water.
    Strolling back in, still gloriously naked, he sprawled next to me, his arm resting loosely on my stomach, his head on the same pillow as mine.
    I trickled my fingers through the dark hairs near his wrist and traced the long, lean tendons just below the surface of his skin. “There’s something else you should know,” I said quietly.
    “More secrets from the past?” He propped his head on his hand and moved a strand of hair from my cheek.
    I looked into his flushed face. It was only fair to tell him. “I haven’t…” I hesitated. “You’ll have to bear with me, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone.”
    He gazed intensely down at me, tugging his full bottom lip with his teeth and stretching his prickly soul patch. “How long is long?”
    Turning away, I stared up at a crystal ceiling light.
    “Dana?”
    I sighed. What the hell. “Until you, at the wedding the other week…” I sighed. “Two years.”
    His eyes widened. “Two years, Jesus, how did you manage that?”
    Turning back to him I frowned. “Easy,” I said. “I’m not a very sexual person.”
    He grunted. “Not true, you’re the most sexual person I’ve ever had the pleasure of giving pleasure to.” He dipped his head and fluttered his tongue over my left nipple. My eyes shut and I rose for his touch. He palmed the