Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
He didn’t make me wait long at all. After a few more nights of hot hookups that had both of us pushing the line closer and closer, I wasn’t surprised that he was ready to give in.
But I was surprised when I showed up to the hockey house to find it empty.
Usually there was at least one of his roommates home when I’d come over.
Foster was quiet as he walked me up to his room, and when he opened the door, my breath caught.
There were rose petals scattered on the bed and string lights set up on the walls, creating a romantic ambiance that hadn’t been here yesterday. There was even soft music playing from the laptop on his desk.
“Foster…” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion.
I never thought I wanted hearts and flowers. I wasn’t holding on to my virginity as if it was some gift or anything. But I’d never expected this.
“I know it’s not much—”
“Are you kidding? Foster, this is…it’s a lot more than I ever thought I’d have.”
He frowned. “You deserve the world.” He gripped the back of his neck. “I thought about booking a nice hotel room and making it romantic, but that felt a little too cliché, and I don’t want you to feel pressured—”
“I don’t,” I assured him. If anything, I was the one who’d been pushing for us to take this next step. It was Foster who kept slowing us down because he wanted me to be sure.
I was sure.
A moment passed between us, the air heavy with what was coming. Foster's eyes never left mine as he closed the distance until I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His fingers found the hem of my shirt, and with deliberate slowness, he lifted it over my head.
The cool air kissed my skin, but it was his gaze that sent goosebumps racing across my body.
His finger traced my collarbone, feather-light, before dipping down between my breasts.
My lungs struggled to find a rhythm as each shallow breath came faster than the last. The intensity in his eyes made me feel like he was seeing parts of me no one else ever had—not just my body, but something deeper.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His voice was rough, like sandpaper wrapped in velvet.
“I do now,” I whispered, the words catching on my breath. Every day, Foster made sure I knew—with his words, his eyes, his touch.
“You should be worshipped every day” —a sly grin lifted the corner of his lips—”and I volunteer as tribute.”
I huffed out a laugh before all the breath was sucked from my lungs when he replaced his finger with his lips.
My hands were shaking—partly because I didn’t know what to do with them and partly because his slow teasing touch was wreaking havoc on my body. He kissed down to my stomach and then got down on his knees.
He looked up at me, and in that moment I understood what it meant to feel powerful.
Here was this sexy as hell man on his knees for me.
“You good?” he asked, his voice low and a little ragged.
It was reassuring to know I wasn’t the only one affected.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper-begged.
He kissed my skin right above the button of my jeans. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
“I hope it doesn’t disappoint.”
He paused and looked up at me, his gaze fierce. “Abby, you could never disappoint me. Not in a million lifetimes.”
My insecurities got the better of me. “What if I’m not as good as other—”
He stood up so fast, his lips on mine cutting off my sentence before I could even finish it. “Don’t. Don’t bring anyone else in here with us. You are the only one I see. You are the only one I want. Don’t compare yourself to anyone else because I won’t be. No one would even come close.”
I swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
What else could I say to that?
When he looked at me like he was right now, I believed him—I was the only one he saw.
“Now, where was I?” he asked with that sexy little grin before he dropped back down to his knees and unbuttoned my jeans. He slowly pulled them down my legs and then tossed them to the side. His hungry gaze ate up every inch of my bare skin.
He was still fully clothed while I stood in my bra and underwear.
His fingertips grazed a gentle trail from my ankles up to my knees and then my thighs.
Just like before, his lips followed. This time, I gave in to what my body wanted.
My head dropped back as a ragged breath escaped my mouth.
My hands found the thick tendrils of his hair as I desperately grabbed his head, needing an anchor to keep me tethered as all my nerve endings fired with pleasure.
“So soft,” he whispered. “So sexy.”
He made me feel sexy.
He kissed his way back up my body, then slid his hand to my back and unhooked my bra. The straps fell to my elbows, and I watched in fascination as I let the bra fall to the ground and his eyes seemed to darken to a deep, ocean blue.
“Fuck, Abby.”
I’d always been self-conscious about my small breasts. I was more pear-shaped—with round hips, thighs, and butt.
But the way Foster was looking at me right now made me feel like a Victoria’s Secret model.
He slid his hand around my waist, and then his mouth was on mine and I was melting against his body. He walked us backward as he plundered my mouth and I was lost to him—to the way he made me feel, the way his hands roamed my body like I was a treasure.
He was going to ruin me for anyone else, but truthfully, I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone but him.
Once on the bed, he laid me down and then moved to take off my underwear. He pulled the fabric down my legs and then threw it behind him while he gazed hungrily at the space between my thighs.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
“I’m always wet for you,” I admitted.
He hummed deep in his throat like he was pleased to hear that. “Tonight is all about you. If I do anything you don’t like, tell me, okay?”
I nodded.
He shook his head. “I need your words. Let me hear that sexy voice, Abby. Tell me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice already ragged and he’d barely gotten started.
“That’s my girl,” he said before dipping his head down and kissing right above where I was already soaked for him.
He teased me, kissing the inside of my thighs and moving closer to where I was becoming desperate for him.
“Foster, please,” I begged, the need inside my body spiraling out of control. I needed release.
“Tell me what you want, Baby.”
“Kiss me.”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“That’s not how this works. Use those words, my smart girl. Tell me exactly where you want me to kiss you.”
My heart was racing in my chest, but my inhibitions had left the room. I met his gaze. “I want you to kiss and suck on my clit.”
His smile was wicked. “There’s my dirty girl.”
And then his mouth was right where I wanted it, and he was licking and sucking like I was the most succulent meal of his life. My back arched off the bed as pleasure exploded through me.
I gripped his head as my hips bucked against his mouth, desperate to be pushed off the ledge. He hummed in his throat and then sucked hard and I was lost.
The pleasure was so intense, I wasn’t sure if I blacked out or if the world just went completely still and silent as my body shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
By the time I became aware of my surroundings again, Foster was naked and sliding a condom over his hard cock. I sat up on my elbows and took in his insanely sexy body.
He seriously looked too fit to be real. His six-pack abs gleamed with a light sheen, and his hand was wrapped around his cock which seemed slightly larger than average—although I really had no frame of reference apart from what I’d seen in movies.
“You ready for more?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes.”
His smile was sweet as he crawled over my body until his cock was hovering over my entrance. He looked down at my face, his expression suddenly serious. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, but I had no intention of stopping this.
“I want this to be good for you,” he confessed, and my heart felt like it swelled in my chest.
I cupped his cheeks and brought his face to mine, kissing him with all the emotion I had inside me. He had no idea what he was doing to me—what he made me feel for him. All the feelings I’d been so afraid of for so long.
When we broke the kiss, he gripped his cock and rubbed the tip slowly up and down, coating it with my slick juices. My stomach tensed as he pushed it gently inside me just an inch. I sucked in a sharp breath at the stretch as he pushed in a little deeper, and he stilled.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, don’t stop. Please.” I gripped his arms, my legs instantly wrapping around his hips, afraid he’d pull out and say we should try another time. But the movement caused him to move a little farther inside, and both of us shuddered at the exquisite feel.
“Please, Foster,” I whimpered. “Keep going.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” And I meant it. I knew he would never hurt me. As sure as I knew my name, I was confident in him—in us.
He canted his hips and slid the rest of the way in, causing me to moan from the intensity of the pressure. It was such a bizarre feeling at first, but quickly, the full feeling turned to pleasure. When he started moving, the pleasure intensified.
We found our rhythm as we rocked our hips, until he was hitting a spot so deep inside of me that a new kind of pleasure started coiling in my gut.
“Fuck, you feel unbelievable.”
“Foster,” I choked out as he slid his hand between us and started rubbing tantalizing circles on my clit.
That, combined with the spot he kept hitting deep inside me with every thrust, had my toes curling.
I screamed as my orgasm hit me, this one so much stronger and deeper than I’d ever thought was possible.
It was a full body release that seemed to go on and on and on.
With a grunt, Foster increased his thrusts and then stilled completely, his body stiff as he shuddered out his release.
He collapsed next to me, keeping our bodies so close I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.
My voice was quiet, but sated, when I broke the silence. “Was that good for you?”
“Are you serious? Fuck, Abby. That was incredible.” He turned onto his side. “It’s never been like that for me.” He rested his forehead against mine. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
“Foster,” I whispered, those three little words on the tip of my tongue.
He kissed me, his tongue slipping through my lips and sliding against mine. When he pulled back, I was once again breathless.
“Don’t say it yet. What we just experienced was intense, and when we say those words to each other, I don’t want it to be after your mind is flooded with serotonin and endorphins from mind-blowing sex, okay?”
“Okay.”
I wouldn’t say the words yet, but that didn’t change that I felt them to my very core.