Page 113 of Daring the Hockey Player
I shut my eyes but hold up two fingers.
"Good girl," he says and continues stroking me with one finger. He teases my clit with his tongue and then glides a second finger inside of my warmth.
I moan from the initial stretch and feel as he fills me. His fingers are thicker than mine. It's not even a close comparison as my head lulls back and my back arches, craving more.
Jasper keeps stroking me, curling his fingers inside me, teasing me. I bend my legs and give him more access. "I want your cock," I say as I finally am able to accommodate his two fingers.
"How about another finger," he says, climbing up my body, kissing me as he guides a third finger inside my pussy.
My eyes squeeze shut as he stretches me, and my mouth widens from the initial pain, but it feels good.
I arch up from the mattress, my hips working up a rhythm against his hand, wanting him to fuck me. I'm breathless from the sensations coursing through me. His thumb circles my clit while his fingers are buried deep inside me, teasing and driving me toward the brink.
The first slight tremors trickle through me, and my breathing catches in my throat.
"Don't hold back. Come for me," he commands.
His fingers repeat the same motions, and the initial pain is now pleasure as my insides clench onto his fingers, squeezing and tightening around him.
Warmth radiates as my body tingles and trembles beneath his touch. My toes curl, and my back arches up off the mattress. Like an explosion, my eyes are squeezed shut, yet I see fireworks.
Jasper withdraws his fingers as he grabs the condom on the bed. He shows me the foil packet. "Do you want another round?" he asks.
His cock threatens to burst in excitement, but he doesn't make any of this about him.
I reach between us. My fingers graze the head of his erection, and he gasps between clenched teeth. "I need verbal confirmation," he says.
"What are you, my doctor?" I joke, and when he's still waiting, I nod. For a man with very little patience on the ice, the amount that he gives me in the bedroom is impressive. "Yes, I want you to fuck me, Jasper. Now get over here and stop teasing me already."
"As you wish," he says with a smile and tears the foil packet open, sheathing it onto his erection.
I watch with all of my senses heightened, taking it all in as he positions himself at my entrance. He's teasing me, dragging the head of his cock across my slit.
"Fuck," I growl and reach between us for his cock. Before I can grab ahold, he glides into me inch by inch.
"Bend your knees more," he instructs, and I do as I'm told as he fills me.
The moan that spills past my lips surprises even me. Jasper stares down, concentrating. His arms are positioned at either side of the bed, pressed against the mattress as he buries deeper inside of me. He doesn't move, and I can sense the strength and focus that it takes for him not to let loose.
He brushes my lips slowly, tasting me as I adjust to his size. "Are you okay?" he whispers, staring, waiting for me to answer.
It takes a second for me to answer as the blood feels like it's all rushed out of my head. "Yes," I say and nod.
His lips are back on mine with fervent kisses as he grinds his hips into me and then begins thrusting. He’s taking his time, his gaze tight and focused on me.
With each shallow thrust, my breathing becomes more pronounced, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper and tighter, wanting to feel him on me.
"Fuck," he groans.
My hands are restless, clawing at his back, his ass, and touching every inch of him. I cling to him as though he's the surface of the ocean, and I'm drowning in the deep blue sea.
I sense that he's close. His breaths are more pronounced. His moans echo through the air as sweat glistens across his forehead. His brow pinches, and I can feel him swell as I tremble beneath him.
"Come with me," he rasps into my ear, and his hand slides between us with each thrust, teasing my clit.
The air leaves my lungs, my breath stolen as my insides clench onto his cock, draining him, stealing everything that he has, and making him mine.
My toes curl, and my back arches off the mattress, tangling with him, clinging to him like he's my life preserver.
