Thursday, January 19, 2012

Getting Back in Shape

A Kris Letang one-shot, because even I'm excited that he's back!!


She unlocked the door and dragged her carryon through the doorway, kicking the wood closed with her foot.

“Kris? Are you home??”

The only light on was the one above the stove, and that usually meant that no one was in the house. But after the concussion, it wasn’t strange to have soft lighting on to make sure that he could find his way everywhere. Also, it was an off day, and he knew she was coming home…

“Where is that man,” she mumbled to herself as she set the mail on the counter and threw her keys on top of the small pile of envelopes. She was just about to turn around when she felt, more than saw, someone enter the kitchen behind her. Before she could find something to protect herself, two hands settled on her hips, and spun her around.

“Allo, Molly,” came the gruff, yet, soft greeting. Glancing up, she smiled at the slightly scruffy man who was towering over her and pressing her back into the countertop. She opened her mouth to tell him hello when he dipped his head and covered her lips with his own.

He didn’t waste time, just wrapped his arms around her and devoured her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside and battling hers for dominance. She brought her hands up, losing them in the long, inky strands that she loved waking up to. He growled and pulled back enough to nip at her lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. After a few minutes he finally lifted his head to let her catch a breath.

“I know I’ve been gone… but what has gotten into you?”

“I got cleared today,” he stated, and then he hauled her up onto the end of the bar, quickly stepping between her legs.

“Baby, that’s great! Why didn’t yo…”

Molly stopped talking as his lips covered hers. He was scruffy, but not as bad as during the playoffs. She could taste citrus on his tongue, and she chuckled against his lips as he kissed her senseless.

She had been tiptoeing around him ever since that game against Montreal. Oh sure, they still had sex, but it was always gentle, sweet… kind of boring. He was still really good, but it wasn’t the spontaneous, kind of crazy, lust-filled romps that they had engaged in before. One wince and she took over, and she knew it had been eating away at him.

“Let’s go take this upstairs,” she murmured against his mouth. He shook his head and ripped her shirt open, buttons flying to the side as she gasped and grabbed his arms. She caught a devious smile on his face right before he buried his face between her breasts, licking a path from her cleavage upward, over her collarbone, before nuzzling her neck. He placed wet kisses over her skin, followed by what felt like a thousand tiny sucker bites.

Good thing its winter and I can get away with turtlenecks for a couple days.

He nibbled along her jaw and thrust his tongue back down her throat as one hand slid along the smooth skin of her back. His palm was hot, and she arched forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so that they were pressed together. When his other hand buried itself in her hair as the base of her neck, he pulled some, exposing her neck to him once more.

“I have missed you mon amour.”

His words vibrated against her skin and made her shiver.

“I haven’t really been gone that long, have I,” she whispered.

Non… But I have. And I know it has been rough on you. Let me make it up to you.”

With those words, he brought his hands down to the waistband of her jeans, and made quick work of the button and zipper. She used her hands to push up from the counter, letting him pull the denim, and her panties, from her body. She let out a tiny squeal when her thighs and ass hit the cold countertop, and she heard him groan.

“I want to hear you make many, many sounds like that. Lay back for me ma petit.”

Molly dropped back, resting on her elbows. If he was planning on doing what she thought, she wanted to watch. He bent over her, his lips leaving a trail of fire as he placed kisses over her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thighs. Then he pushed her legs farther apart, nudged his way between them, and lifted one over his shoulder.

“I heard you the other night,” he murmured as he stroked her leg. “I heard you moaning in the shower as you found release that I have not given you in far too long. I think we should change that, don’ you?”
She never had the chance to agree or disagree. As she opened her mouth, his descended onto her flesh and her words came out as a garbled mess.

He was right, it had been a while since he had done this. And she remembered distinctly how it felt when his scruffy cheek grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Or the way he flattened his tongue and licked her slowly like an extremely thirsty cat taking his first drink of cool milk.

“Oh maaah gaaaa.”

His silky hair brushed against her skin, the pads of his fingers gripped hard, keeping her legs spread as he attacked her with his mouth. Her fingernails bit into her palms, her fists pressed against the marble, as his tongue pushed between her swollen peach. He delved as deep as he could, in and out, in and out, and she felt the world start to crumble beneath her.

“Kris… I… you… don’ stop baby!”

He grunted in response and sucked hard on her clit. Molly cried out and she flattened on palm onto the bar, sitting herself up some, and the other hand reached down to grasp strands of his hair between her fingers. His tongue moved rapidly over her sensitive nub and she moaned, pulling his face closer to her flesh.

Air built up in her lungs, her heart started beating faster, and she held him where she wanted, her hips rolling on their own as she humped up against his mouth.

“I… Oh god… Kris, baby… Yes… Just like that… yes, yes… Oooohhhh”

As her body coiled tight and waited for the sexual release, she thought she might die when he tore his mouth from her dripping snatch and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. She was opening her mouth to yell at him when he lifted her off the counter and dropped down to the floor. He was between her spread legs and sinking inside her before she knew what was happening.

“Fuck. Yes,” she heard him utter as he began pumping in and out of her at a steady pace. One of his hands rested beside her head, palm flat like he was getting ready to do pushups, and the other gripped more than a handful of her breast as he screwed himself deep inside her.

“Kris, baby… please!”

“Tell me what you want,” he purred as he filled her. His fingers stroked her flesh, pinching her nipple, twisting it to make her squirm. “Tell me what you’ve missed chere.”

“Make me come!”

“So demanding, so needy, so wet for me.”

She made a growling noise in the back of her throat, he chuckled. She dug her nails into his upper arms, he laughed again. She tightened her muscles around him, he sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. It was her turn to smile.

Bearing down on top of her, Kris nipped the line of her jaw, stuffing his entire length inside her tightness before pulling her legs around his waist. A strangled moan escaped her lips as he leveled his body down onto hers, his hands sneaking down and capturing two handfuls of her ass.

“I will not last long for you, Molly. You feel too good, and it has been too long.”

“God, shut up and just fuck me!”

Kris snickered, but did as she commanded.

His body moved against hers quickly, fluidly, and Molly found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and holding onto him while she let loose a steady stream of bone-jarring, deep thrusts. He hit all the right spots, each time, and she was sobbing into his neck within moments.

“Yes Kris! Fuck! Harder! Oh. My. God. Baby, make me cum, make me cum!”

The coals of pleasure that had been embers only a few minutes ago, were now a raging inferno of desire. Kris slid his hands to her thighs and pried her legs open so he could drill as deep as possible. She was almost there, so close to that final snap that would send her over the edge… that she didn’t feel his fingers gliding over her hip, or moving between them, until his thumb stroked over her love button and the crescendo of emotions crested like a tidal wave.

Molly felt her body tighten, her toes curled, and her hands flexed into fists as she arched up against his solid frame. His hand not snaked between them, wove around her waist and held her snug as she cried out his name. Kris buried his face in the crook of her neck and growled out something in French that she didn’t catch, and she felt him pulse and explode inside her snatch.

The roaring died down, replaced by harsh puffs of breath in her ear, and all she could feel was the sweaty, male physique that was flattening her to the cool tile. Molly thought about telling him to let her up, or at least move over, but the heat from his body made her feel like a lizard in the desert, basking in the sun on a rock.

“I will get off you ma chere… when my legs do not feel like I’ve been skating wind sprints for two hours.”

She giggled and stretched her muscles, rubbing against him.

“You keep that up and we will never leave this floor,” he growled playfully.

“Why don’t we go take a shower, I can’t remember the last time your kitchen floor was cleaned.”

“How about we go up there and you show me what you were doing last week when you were moaning so beautifully?”