The Hockey’s Plaything
I'd say, and she'd melt.
One afternoon, she was in the living room, reading on the couch. I came up behind her, massaging her shoulders. "What's this one about?"
"A princess and her guard. Forbidden."
I leaned down, nibbling her ear. "Like us." My hands slid to her breasts, cupping them over her sweater. She dropped the book, leaning back into me.
"Jake, what if someone sees?"
"No one's here." I pulled her sweater up, exposing her bra. I unclasped it, letting her tits spill free, perfect handfuls with pink nipples. I pinched them, rolling until she moaned.