“Sure. Go ahead.” “Thanks.” He kisses the swell first, eyes still on my face. And then he gently brushes his lips back and forth over the tight peak. I run my fingers through his hair, enthralled and completely overwhelmed by how incredible it is to have this giant, hot hockey player on his knees in front of me, being gentle when his job on the ice is the opposite. His eyes flutter shut, and his tongue peeks out to tease the peak before his lips close over it. Warm, and wet, and soft.
