NHL Fanfics

Jeff Skinner - Morning Kisses

        Jeff got home late last night and you felt his weight shift the bed at some ungodly hour of the night. When he climbed in he snuggled up close to you... arm under your shirt right around your waist, face in your neck so you could feel what little stubble he had and his gentle breaths, and his strong legs gentle intwined with yours. 

        The two of you woke up the same way, but not wanting to disturb his peace you didn't move an inch. The best part about mornings like this was you could feel him... all of him... right where you wanted and needed him most. 

        After laying there for about 15 minutes, you began to start to feel him making gentle movements. His grip on your waist was tightening and he began blessing the back of your neck with eskimo kisses. His little nudges on your neck turned into gentle kisses... light butterfly kisses all along the back of your neck. In response, you gentle started to grind your ass into his, which only made him hold you tighter. 

        Without having to leave his hold on you, you rolled around so you were facing him, met with his dark, groggy, but ever so bright eyes. 

        "Good-morning beautiful." he muttered, letting out his iconic smile as he said it.

        "Good-morning." you practically whispered as you kissed the tip of his nose.

        "I hope I didn't wake you wen I came in last night." he mumbled giving you more eskimo kisses, this time on your nose, with that consistent grin of his. 

        "Not enough to disturb me..." you joked.

        "Good." he spoke transitioning to real kisses all over your face.

        You couldn't help but smile as he placed the kisses from your forehead to your chin. His large hands sandwiched your face and he moved gradually down the nape of your neck, narrowing in on each little freckle he saw on his way. 

        "Mr. Skinner, don't you need your rest after your game last night?" you breathlessly teased him as he continued attacking your neck.

        "Nothing like a little pick-me-up in the morning, my love." he spoke as he kissed back up to your face meeting you with another toothy smile and gazing directly into your eyes. 

        "Well, if you insist." you laughed with a big smile, which he returned and rested his face behind your neck momentarily to take a light nibble at your earlobe which practically made you melt.

       From there you grabbed his face, puling him in for a deep kiss. No longer playful and gentle, but strong and lusting. He was now on top of you, resting his strong, much larger, body between your legs. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers running through and messing up his already disheveled curly, dark hair. 

        Him in his shorts and tee-shirt, and you in a tank-top and panties, he began grinding into you between kisses. Regardless of his shorts, you could still feel him, almost all of him. 

        You ran your hands from his hair, down his strong back, and lightly touched at his ass making him jump a little... but you couldn't resist letting out a small giggle and you felt him smile against your neck. You moved your hands back up and under his shirt feeling every toned muscle on the way as you started to pull it off. 

        Only for a moment could you admire his toned chest before his mouth was all over the parts of yours that was exposed by your tank-top. Before you knew it, the tank-top had been discarded on the other side of the room, somewhere with his shirt, and he was buried in your chest. Mouth latched onto your left nipple, licking in a clockwise motion, while his fingers taunted the right one. 

        As he worked his magic on your breasts you grabbed his hair again and pulled hm up from his favorite place to pay him some attention. You reached down and pulled off his shorts as he hovered above you, leaving him in his boxer briefs.

        Rubbing him though his briefs you could feel just how worked up he had gotten.

        "Love, you're not allowed to tease me this time. I don't think I can handle it today." he mumbled with a little chuckle and a lip bite. 

        "Well, then let's get this show on the road." you joked.

        He then looked down at you ever so passionately and before you knew it he had swiftly pulled your panties off and was rubbing you right where you needed him. 

        "And I thought I was excited."  he whispered as he nibbled your ear, realizing just how wet you had become. 

        "Can you just shut up and fuck me already, Skinner?" you demanded.

        "Yes m'am!" he eagerly replied with yet another ear-to-ear grin.

        He pulled off his boxer briefs and you were met with what he actually had in store for you. His Mr. Niceguy persona sometimes made you forget just how blessed he actually was. 

        You grabbed onto his dick and he let out a whimper. Begging you to "watch yourself" he groaned and grumbled into your neck the more you worked it up and down. 

        After a few pumps, he took control and positioned himself at your throbbing entrance. 

        "I love you." he smiled at you.

        "I love you." you replied looking back up at him with a beam.

        Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a big kiss, he thrust into you and you let out a unexpected groan due to his overwhelming size. 

        "Are you okay?" he asked, pretending to hide his pleasure with concern.

        "Jeff, I'm perfect," you replied between breaths, "but no more Mr. Niceguy right now, okay?"

        He nodded at you and with a wink he thrust into you harder than ever before. 

        Each thrust was harder than the one before it, and his pace got faster and faster. His face hovered at the top of yours leaving little kisses on your forehead between his grunts and moans. 

        "Babe, I..." he muttered between breaths.

        "Me too..." you moaned, gripping onto him for dear life. 

        He gave two more huge thrusts before pounding into you once more, kissing you deeply and releasing inside of you. As you felt him twitch and let go, you felt your high and rode it out clutching the back of his neck, not breaking your kiss. 

        In an instant, it was over and he collapsed on top of you resting his mess of hair on your chest. 

        "You're my best friend. I love you." he whispered as you ran your fingers though his hair.

        "You're my best friend. I love you too."  you replied, kissing the top of his head. 

         The two of you spend the rest of the day naked in bed together exchanging kisses and laughs content just being with each other, without a care in the world.