Page 63 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

He steps forward, and I go to unclasp my bra.

He shakes his head. "I want to do the rest."

His voice is deep, and it makes my entire body shiver. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed like I weigh nothing. He lays me down slowly and then lies next to me. He reaches behind me, unclasps my bra, and tosses it aside.

I’m lying there in just my panties. He’s in just his briefs. He looks down at me—at my bare breasts, my stomach—and I feel his thumb trace along my skin, between my breasts, down to my belly button, and then lower. I think he’s going to touch me, but he pauses and slides his hand back up, brushing against my lips instead. He leans in, blowing softly against my ear.

"Are you sure?" he whispers.

For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to stop. If he’s going to say this is a mistake. That he’s my brother’s friend. That I’m innocent and he’s not what I need. But he doesn’t.

His eyes are dark. He kisses me. His hands are on me—everywhere. His lips, everywhere. And then, my panties are sliding down my legs. I feel his tongue between my thighs, licking, teasing. I gasp. My hands pull down his briefs. He’s over me again, kissing me deeply.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

All I can do is nod.

He thrusts into me hard and fast, and I cry out because it hurts.

He freezes, eyes wide. "Erica…"

I bite my lip nervously. I can feel him throbbing inside me.

"Erica…" he says again, concerned. "Are you… a virgin?"

I laugh lightly. "Was. I mean… I feel something inside me right now, so… not anymore."

"Shit." He starts to pull out. "If I had known?—"

I grab his hand. "No. You’re inside of me. I want this."

"I just don’t want to hurt you."

"Then kiss me," I whisper. I pull his face down to mine. "I want this."

He groans and begins to move slowly inside me. It still hurts slightly, but there’s pleasure, too. A growing warmth. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced—like I’m about to burst, like I can’t control any part of my body, but in the best way.

I never want him to stop. As he starts to move a little faster, I know this is the moment I’ve waited for my entire life.

"I want you to fuck me harder," I say.

He shakes his head. "It’s your first time. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. I want you to be able to walk."

"Maybe I want you to ruin me."

He growls and rolls me onto my side, still inside me. I wrap my legs around him, and he kisses me again.

He feels so good. This is so bad, but I can’t stop. The feel of him inside me, the way he touches me, the way he kisses me—it’s everything.

I let him do anything to me. Everything. Because in this moment, I’m in heaven.

And I realize—maybe what I’ve been searching for wasn’t even real until now. Maybe this is what I’ve been waiting for. Maybe this is what’s true.

Or maybe… maybe my heart is already connected to him.

And that scares me even more.

Because even though this is the best night of my life, I know that sex isn’t love. And love can’t be born in just one night.