14. Emile

EMILE

The adrenaline from the game is still pumping through my veins as I step out of the locker room, freshly showered and dressed in a crisp button-down and jeans. The hallway is bustling with post-game activity—reporters, staff, and fans all buzzing with the excitement of our win. But I only have eyes for one person.

Sara is waiting for me, leaning against the wall with her phone in hand, probably posting updates to the team's social media. She looks up as I approach, her face lighting up with a smile that makes my world better in an instant.

"Hey, superstar," she greets me, pocketing her phone.

"Hey yourself, little mouse," I reply, pulling her into my arms and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Ready to get out of here?"

She nods, but in her eyes there's a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You sure you don't want to celebrate your win with the team?"

I laugh. "When I could be alone with you? Not on your life."

"OK then. You and me, it is," she murmurs, touching a featherlight kiss to my lips. It only serves to make me hungrier.

We make our way out of the arena, hand in hand, ignoring the curious glances and whispers that follow us. I know our relationship is still new, still the subject of gossip and speculation, but I couldn't care less. All that matters is the woman beside me, the feel of her hand in mine, the promise of the night ahead—our life together ahead.

The trip to the hotel is charged with a quiet energy. Sara is unusually silent, her gaze fixed out the window, her fingers drumming a nervous beat on her thigh. I reach over and take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Hey," I say softly, glancing at her. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, you know that, right?"

She turns to me, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know. But I am ready, Emile. I want this. I want you. I'm just nervous since I've never done this before."

"I know. And I want you to understand that if there's ever a point where you want to pump the brakes, we'll stop. OK?" I reassure her. She nods, drawing in a deep breath.

We arrive at the hotel, and I guide Sara through the lobby with a hand on the small of her back, acutely aware of the eyes that follow us and the fact we've had more than a few journalists taking pictures of us, so we can expect a news article to pop up about us really soon. But once we're in the elevator, once the doors slide shut and we're finally alone, all of that fades away.

I turn to her, cupping her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing over the soft skin of her cheeks. "I know I keep telling you this, but I love you, Sara Belanger," I murmur, my forehead resting against hers. "I love you so damn much. It's like, bursting out of me."

She giggles slightly as she whispers, "I love you too, Emile," while her hands come up to grip the front of my shirt. "I never thought I could feel this way about anyone, but you... you've changed everything for me. I want so much more out of life now."

"As long as it includes me, then I'll do anything I can to give it all to you, Sara. Everything you want and more. It's yours."

"Oh, Emile," she whispers as I lean in and capture her lips, pouring all of my love, all of my longing into it. She responds with equal fervor, her mouth opening under mine, her tongue sliding against my own in a dance that's quickly becoming my favorite thing.

The ding of the elevator breaks us apart, and we stumble out into the hallway, both of us breathless and flushed. I fumble with the keycard, my hands shaking slightly as I finally get the door open and usher Sara inside.

The room is dimly lit, the bed taking up most of the space, its white sheets inviting and crisp. Sara stands in the middle of the room, her hands twisting nervously in front of her as I step closer. Her breath hitches, her eyes dark and wide. A low growl rumbles within my chest at the sight of her, anticipation pooling like molten lava in the pits of my stomach.

With a featherlight touch, I move my hands up her arms, tracing every delicate curve until they rest upon her shoulders. "Are you sure about this?" I ask, careful to give her an out if she needs one.

Gazing intently into my eyes, Sara sucks in a shaky breath before whispering, "I've never been more sure about anything."

I let out a low growl, my tongue tracing its way down the side of her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin that turns me on to no end. Her taste, her scent. I'm hard as granite and throbbing with need.

"Sara," I whisper, loving the way her hands slide over my chest and start unbuttoning my shirt.

"Take it off," she whispers urgently in my ear.

Doing as instructed, I pull off my shirt and watch as Sara drinks in the sight of my naked torso.

"Holy shit, Emile," she murmurs appreciatively, reaching out to trace a finger along one of the ridges of muscle on my abdomen, sending sparks shooting through me.

"You like?"

"Um…yes. I mean, I knew you'd look great under your clothes but, Emile. You're ripped." Sara's voice is full of wonder, and I can't help but grin.

"What can I say? It's my job to work out."

She giggles softly, and I can't help but pull her closer. Her plump curves feel so damn good against me. "I see. Well, perhaps I should inspect this a little closer. Give you a kind of performance review," she teases as she leans in to press a slow, lingering kiss against my sternum.

I groan softly, my hands gliding down her back to grasp her hips. "Sara," I breathe out against her hair.

"Mmm?" she hums contentedly against my skin, her lips traveling lower to nibble on the tiny bit of flesh next to my belly button.

"You're killing me." I pull her up to look into her eyes. "I want you so bad."

Sara bites her lip, looking so damn sexy that I can't even control myself. Next thing I know, our lips collide and every ounce of restraint I had melts away. She tastes like sweet forgiveness and the promise of a future together. She's everything I've ever wanted, and I will do anything to make her happy.

"Oh, Emile," she gasps, as I move to kissing down her neck while I fumble with the buttons at the neck of the jersey before I lift it overhead, revealing a scarlet bra and silky smooth skin.

"Beautiful," I mutter, my hand reaching up to cup an ample mound of breast through the lacy fabric. Her sharp intake of breath propels me further, and I unhook her bra, watching as it slithers down to reveal two perfectly large tits and suckable nipples. "You are fucking perfect, Sara."

"Really?" she whispers, her eyes filled with vulnerability as I drag my gaze from her body and lock eyes with hers. "Even though I'm'—"

"Perfect," I finish for her, pulling her flush against me so her soft flesh melts against the hard plains of my chest. "You're everything I want, Sara. Absolutely stunning and irresistible." My hands wander down her back, tracing the flesh at her waist until my fingers are tucking beneath the waist of jeans. "Let me show you how sexy I think you are," I murmur, before I kiss her again, harder this time, my tongue teasing hers as I undo her jeans and slip a hand inside her panties. She gasps into the kiss, her body arching into my touch, and I groan against her lips. "I love how wet you are for me. Lie on the bed so I can taste you."

With shaky legs, Sara climbs onto the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. I can see the desire in her eyes as she watches me slowly drag her jeans and panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare to me. There's a catch of emotion in my chest as I take a moment to admire the sight of her luscious body stretched out on the bed, waiting for me. I'm the only one who's ever seen her like this.

"I can't believe you're all mine, little mouse. I feel so fucking honored right now. Just look at you." Reaching out, I allow my fingertips to join in with my awe and wonder, gliding over her body as I position myself between her legs, spreading them wide open with my hands until her dripping wet core is exposed and so ready I'm already drooling. "This is all for me? No one else?"

She nods as she watches me. "No one else," she confirms in a whisper before she sucks in her breath when I lean down to take her into my mouth, my tongue dragging through her delicious seam until I find her clit and gently suck.

"So fucking sweet." My free hand reaches between her wet folds, two fingers sliding inside her heat, seeking out her G-spot. As I tease it with my fingers, I suck harder on her clit, feeling it swell against my tongue.

"Emile!" Sara gasps, her hips jerking off the bed, rocking up to fuck my face and hand in unison.

I can feel her walls pulsing tight around my fingers and I know she's close. But since this is her first time, I want to make sure she's good and ready for me, so I pull back a little, needing to extend this out while I fill her a little more with my fingers to stretch her enough to accommodate my size.

"You taste so good, baby. Don't come for me yet," I murmur against her head, sliding a third finger in while I lap at her clit gently with the flat of my tongue.

"Oh god, Emile! Please. It's so good."

"I know it feels good, little mouse. But I've been waiting for weeks to taste your sweet cunt, and I'm not letting you come until I've had my fill of eating you out. Now just breathe through it for me, Sara. I promise it'll be worth your while."

And I mean it, too. I'm going to make sure she remembers tonight for the rest of her life. After all, this is her first time, and I want it to be special.

As I resume my ministrations, I add a fourth finger and press against her G-spot while sucking gently on her clit. Sara cries out and her pussy spasms around my fingers, her juices coating them as I feel her clench around me.

"Oh! Oh, fuck! Emile! I'm?—"

"Not yet, Sara." I growl against her cunt as I rock my fingers in her tight hole, stretching her while keeping her teetering on the edge of exploding.

"But Emile, I can't?—"

"Yes, you can, sweetheart. Just breathe through it. Fuck my fingers, Sara. Show me how much you want my cock in your tight little cunt."

She whines, but she does as I ask, fucking my hand and moaning as she grinds against my face. "Oh god, Emile! It feels so good. I've never felt anything like this?—"

"I know, baby. Just a little longer for me, so I know you're good and ready to take my cock." I pinch her swollen clit between my teeth and give it a soft bite before letting go and soothing the sting with my tongue. And after a few more minutes of teasing her and driving her crazy, her juices begin to flow in earnest, and I know she's ready.

"Emile! Please!" she pants, her back arching as her inner walls squeeze my fingers. "I can't take it anymore! I need you inside me."

This time I don't stop her.

"Then come, baby. Let go."

That's all it takes. Sara's entire body tenses up. Her fingers dig into my hair, pulling as she cries out, her pussy spasming around my fingers and squeezing them tight. I take a quick breath and brace myself for the moment her thighs clamp around my head, and I double down, eating her up as she loses herself to the pleasure.

"Emiiiiiiilllllllleeeee!!!!"

The sound of her screaming my name as she comes undone makes my cock jolt. All I can think about is licking up as much of her sweet nectar as I can before she releases me from between her powerful thighs.

"You taste even better than I imagined," I pant as I wipe my mouth and free myself from my pants while she lies there spent and relaxed, her legs wide open as she watches me undress.

"Having you do that was even better than I imagined. I thought it was amazing when you made me come with your hand. But, fuck me, Emile, what you just did with your mouth was…" She pauses, out of breath as her eyes go to my cock as it springs free. "Oh wow. I want that inside me."

I chuckle as I climb back onto the best, coating my cock with the juices I still have on my hand before I position my tip at her entrance. "You want this?" I push in just a touch, and I can feel her wetness coating me. It takes everything in me not to just ram home.

"Yes," she gasps. "I want you, Emile. All of you."

Those words right there are enough to seal the deal. I push inside her wet heat, and we both moan in unison. Slowly, I start to rock my hips, savoring every inch of her. She feels so damn good around me, tight but welcoming.

"You OK, baby?" I ask, stilling when I'm completely sunk to give her time to relax and breathe.

"More than OK, Emile. You feel so good inside my body. This is…Oh my god, I love this. I love you."

"Fuck, Sara. I love you too. You fit me like a glove." I move in and out, slowly picking up speed.

"Oh, yes, Emile. More. Faster. Don't ever stop."

That's all the encouragement I need and I start pounding my cock into her, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in, watching as her tits bounce and her face screws up in passion.

"That's it, baby. Come for me again," I growl, picking up speed and slamming home as deep as I can go.

"Oh… fuck… Emile…. yes!" Sara's nails dig into my back as she clenches around me, her body shuddering as she comes around me.

"Oh, fuck, Sara!" I grunt as my own orgasm roars through me, spilling hot inside of her, grinding deep as she rocks and moans, milking every drop from my pulsing length.

"Holy shit." I collapse next to Sara, both of us panting and slick with sweat. "I love you," I murmur, dropping a kiss on the curve of her shoulder.

She turns to me, completely breathless. "I love you too. That was…amazing, Emile. The best."

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her nose. "I think you might be a little biased, little mouse."

She grins, tracing a finger along my jaw. "Maybe. But it doesn't make it any less true. You made my first time really special."

"I love that I'm your first." My hand slides around her waist and I tug her closer. "I want to be your last, too."

"I want that," she whispers, tilting her face up to me as I kiss her slow and deep, my body waking up again, hungry for me.

"Then that's how it'll be," she whispers, reaching between us and wrapping her hand against my hardening length. "You and me. Forever."

"I like the sound of that, little mouse."

And as we move together in a less frantic way this time, a certainty settles deep in my bones. This is it for me. Sara is the one I'll spend the rest of my life with. Playing professional hockey has always been my dream. But it wasn't the happily ever after. This is. With her by my side, I'm complete, whole in a way I never knew was possible. And no matter what happens in my life going forward, as long as I have Sara, I'll never want for anything, or anyone, else. We wholly and completely belong.