Page 79 of Daring the Hockey Player
She blushes and bites down on her bottom lip. I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. If she's going to bite that lip, I'm going to free it from between her teeth.
Her lips open as I lean in for a kiss, and already, our tongues are dueling. I guide a knee between her thighs, and she instantly parts her legs for me. This time, her mind distracted as my fingers move down across her breast.
She's quiet with heavy breaths as I listen to the soft moans of what she likes versus what she loves. Amber is reserved, and she is holding back.
My touch is gentle and light, and she whimpers for more as I tease apart her folds. She shifts back, restless and growing antsy from my fingers stroking the outside of her pussy.
"You're such a tease," she mumbles, and I kiss a path down her neck.
"You have no idea," I say with a laugh. "But I promise that it'll be worth it."
Her eyes are heavy and dark, fueled by desire. With one finger, I tease apart her pussy lips, and she's already wet. The heat seeps from her core, and I gently guide one thick finger inside her warmth.
She stretches her legs wider, and if I was going down on her, it would be a perfect sight. My mouth captures her nipple, bringing it gently between my teeth as I work a second finger into her tight pussy.
She inhales sharply. "Too much?" I ask, not wanting to hurt her. She's going to need at least three fingers to stretch her before she'll be ready for my cock.
"No," she pauses and moans softly, moving her hips in tandem with my fingers. "It's good."
I can't help but smile as I feel her rock against my palm while I stroke the inside of her pussy, curling my fingers and teasing her insides as they swell.
I use my thumb to circle her clit, and her lips part, hips rocking as she's gasping for air. Already, I'm driving her wild, but I haven't felt her clench down yet. I haven't felt or seen the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. But it's coming.
She bites her bottom lip, and I kiss a path from her breast back up to her neck, sucking and nipping the sensitive skin as she purrs under me.
"You don't have to hold anything back from me," I say, wanting her to be as vocal as she needs to be. "Listening to you is a turn-on." I don't point out that watching her hips rock and having two fingers deep inside of her pussy is also making me hard. Again.
Wetness coats my fingers as I keep stroking and teasing the same spot, and she opens her eyes and meets my stare. Her cheeks are red, more warmth seeps out, and I'm sure that she feels it, too, because her eyes widen. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, but I see the trepidation across her face.
"Babe, you getting your body ready for me is sexy. I want to rail that tight pussy of yours. Claim it for myself."
Her lips part, and she gasps as I add another finger, stretching her. "That's good," she purrs, and her hips are gyrating against my hand, rocking back and forth as her insides clench down around my fingers.
Her eyes shut, and her back arches off the mattress, beginning to chase the orgasm. I can feel every shudder of her walls, like a vise against my fingers, clenching and keeping them nestled tight inside as I continue the motion.
"Oh, fuck," she mutters, her back arching off the bed as she gasps and moans, leaning up toward me. Her fingers claw at my arms, my body. She wants me.
As much as I want to drive my cock into her, it's not going to happen tonight. Listening to every moan that she makes is like a symphony. Perfection.
"Jasper." The sweet sound of my name on her lips is highly satisfying. So is watching her come undone. It's freeing.
She finally collapses on the mattress, panting hard as I untangle from her body and lay beside her on my side, watching her. "Fuck, that was incredible," she whispers.
I quirk a smile. That's a definite ego boost. "Good," I say and lean in, kissing her lips softly. My fingers dance across her hips, not wanting to stop touching her, ever.
I knew one taste of the forbidden would be addicting. I just didn't realize how much so.
Amber rolls around to face me and scrunches her nose. "The bed is soaked."
"Whose fault is that?" I tease, pulling her to lie above me so that she's not in the wet spot.
She straddles my waist, staring down at me. "Definitely yours, since you did that." Amber gestures at the mattress, grinning at me. "That's officially your side of the bed. The wet side."
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We hurry outside, Amber dressed in my Ice Dragons jersey, and I'm in the same collared shirt and jeans as when I picked her up. It took every ounce of energy to climb out of bed when all I wanted to do was sleep and curl up against her naked body.
But how would I explain to my brother why his Porsche got towed? He’d never let me borrow the car again.
