Page 112 of Daring the Hockey Player

He chuckles and sits up, his fingers tangling in my hair, stroking my head. "Babe, you couldn't be bad at sex. Trust me, and if you're the absolute worst, then I promise we'll just have to keep trying to make it better. The first time is always awkward, anyhow."

"You mean the first time, first time, or just the first time with a new partner?"

"Afraid to say virgin?" Jasper asks, tilting his head at me. "It's not a dirty word. There's nothing shameful or embarrassing about it."

"I'm twenty!"

He merely shrugs. "And if you're not ready, we can wait until you're twenty-one or twenty-two."

"I'm naked in your bed. I think I'm ready," I counter. Is he trying to make me die of embarrassment?

"You think?" he asks, his fingers trailing a soft path across my arms. "I need to hear your enthusiastic consent."

I close my eyes and lean closer. "I want you to fuck me, Jasper."

"Look me in the eyes and say that again," he whispers, and I can feel the heat radiating off us like a volcano about to explode.

I shift on the mattress, climbing onto Jasper and straddling him. Staring down into his gaze, I whisper, "I want you to fuck me, Jasper."

His hands rest on my hips, and he grins, rolling us around. "Tell me if you change your mind," he says, and he's on me like a lion in heat. His mouth is on mine, his body nestled against me. He reaches into the bedside table for a condom, leaving the foil packet on the mattress beside us for when he's ready.

"I won't."

He pulls back, and a frown crosses his features. "You won't tell me?"

"I won't change my mind," I say.

"Tell me if there's something that you don't like or don't want me to do," he whispers, kissing a path down my naked skin. He settles between my thighs, and this time, I don't stop him. I want this with him, to explore and discover what I like.

How can I know without ever having experienced it?

I'm sure that I'm blushing. The room is warm, and I glance away as he stares at my pussy.

"Eyes on me," he whispers, and I inhale a nervous breath and meet his stare.

It feels like he's staring straight into my soul. He doesn't look away, not for an instant.

His fingers guide my lips apart, and I gasp from just the contact alone. He's gentle but firm as he trails a soft path against my folds. "That's a good girl," he praises.

I gasp, my breath coming out in soft pants as I settle farther onto the mattress and spread my legs wider for him. I want him to touch me.

He smiles and brings his lips closer to my pussy. "I'm going to kiss you and lick you now," he says. "Do you want that?"

"Yes," I whisper, and the room feels like it's spinning the moment his tongue drags along my slit. He dives into my wetness and trails a path around my clit, teasing me.

My fingers tangle in his hair, and I struggle to keep my eyes on him as they slam shut. His tongue teases my clit, and he glides one finger inside of my warmth, stroking and teasing me.

Already, I'm clenching down, my insides beginning to tremble from the contact and warmth that floods through me.

"How many fingers do you use when you touch yourself?" he asks.

I press my lips together.

"Amber?" He pulls back, and I whimper in protest. "Don't go getting all shy on me now." He chuckles as he strokes me with one finger.

"Your fingers are bigger than mine," I say as if it's not a fair comparison.

"One? Two? Three?"