“Fuck you feel good,” I hiss.
“So do you.” He leans down along me, and starts to draw back a little. I moan in protest at the loss. “Your tight little pussy feels so fucking incredible, Dee,” he murmurs as he draws away.
But I don’t have to miss him long. Another instant and he’s back, thrusting deep into me again, a little bit faster this time, and I buck up against him to meet him, savoring the hot burn all throughout my body, the fire that it stokes in my belly. “Yes,” I moan, head twisted to one side, lips parted. “Fuck me, Jasper.”
“Not so fast.” He tilts my head to one side, runs a hand through my hair and draws it back from my neck. Peppers little kisses all along the edge of my neck, up to the soft spot below my ear, where he nips me, just hard enough to make me gasp. “I want to enjoy this, Dee. Enjoy every…” He pulls out, slow, agonizingly slow. “Fucking.” He starts to glide back in, slowly all over again. “Inch.” He hits home, all the way inside me, and pulls back a little faster this time. “Of.” Then he drives back in, faster still. “You.”
With each thrust, my hips buck up against him, trying to grant him access, to let him take what he wants. Eventually, we find our rhythm, moving in sync, rocking faster and faster as his cock plunges into me, stretching my walls, making my pussy ache with want, with the pressure building inside.
Just when it starts to build to a peak, and my breath is coming in quick bursts, I reach down to grip his ass—his perfectly sculpted, hard as a rock, muscular ass, an ass I want to dig my fingers into and hold onto for dear life—and he stills inside me, all the way in, hips poised over me.
“Don’t stop,” I pant between breaths.
But he just grins down at me. “I told you, Dee. I want to enjoy the show.” With that, he flips both of us, easily lifting me as he rolls onto his back, and swinging my leg around so I straddle his hips, all with his cock still buried inside me.
Before I can react, he reaches down to grab my hips in both hands and rocks me along him, pushing me up and pulling me back down to meet his bucking hips as he does. At this angle, his cock hits my G-spot with every thrust, driving me wild, running along my inner wall and making me wet and tight with want. I clench around him, crying out as the sensation starts to build toward a peak.
“Fuck yes, Dee. Come for me, come on my big cock.” He keeps thrusting under me, controlling my movements, making me rise and fall over him, his hands so tight on my hips that it hurts, but I don’t even care, because the pain is a good one, bone deep, like the ache I know I’ll feel in my pussy tomorrow morning.
I arch my hips and ride him, as he fucks me from below, thrusting up into me hard and fast and deep, until I can’t stand it anymore. The pressure has mounted too high, too fast to control. “I’m going to come,” I gasp, breath coming short and fast. “Fuck. Jasper,” I moan, almost there, so damn close. “I’m coming.” I lose control of my vocal cords on the last word, crying aloud now, as the orgasm sweeps through me.
For a moment, all I can feel is pleasure, all I can see is white hot light. And he keeps going, keeps fucking me, pulling my hips down into his, crashing up against me, as his cock plunges deep inside my pussy again and again, making the orgasm last longer than I knew possible, and then, with another deep, guttural growl, he flips us again, landing on top of me to grab my shoulder with one hand, his other braced against the bed as he thrusts once, twice, a look of animal, desperate lust in his eyes.
He comes with a loud cry, deep inside me, and keeps thrusting, slower now, as the orgasm ripples through his body. I run my hands over his back, his chest, gripping him, pulling him down against me until our mouths find one another again, and his tongue lashes out at mine, and I get lost in that kiss, in his touch, wanting it to never end.
But it does, it has to. He draws back out of me, and a gasp of protest escapes my lips, unbidden. I feel empty without him, even though he just made me come.
I want him all over again, already, even now. What the hell is wrong with me?
As for Jasper, he’s rolling away from me, drawing the condom off his cock. But when he glances at the clock beside the bed, he laughs a little, deep in his throat, as he leans over to throw away the condom.
“What is it?” I ask, craning my neck to see.
I catch a glimpse of are our ruined outfits—my gown a wrinkled mess on the floor, the satin not exactly up to snuff when it comes to us tumbling all over the bed in it. And on top of it his torn suit shirt, buttons surrounding it across the floor. My cheeks flare hot. I forgot about that.
What was wrong with me?
“I don’t think we’re going to make our dinner reservations,” he says, a smirk on his so damn kissable lips.
I glance past him then, and at the clock this time. Wow. When did it get so late? My cheeks warm. “Whoops.”
He grins, apparently not disappointed in the least. “Whoops indeed.” Then he leans back in to kiss me once more, slow and steady. “That’s all right. We’ll call room service.” He pauses and smiles down at me, eyes hot again with want. Same as me. He wants me again too. “But only after I’ve had my fill of you first…”
7
Jasper
God, this woman. I cannot get enough of her.
Even now, even right after fucking her, when most women usually start to lose their shine for me—what can I say?—she still retains it. All I want to do is fuck her again right now, but that will have to wait, at least a little while.
Luckily, there’s still plenty I can do to have my fill of her in the meantime.
I catch her ankles and drag her to the edge of the bed, where I spread her knees and kneel between them. From this angle, looking up at her over the plane of her stomach and the mounds of her breasts, I can’t say I’ve ever seen a sexier woman. I love every inch of her, from her pert nipples to her broad hips, which felt perfect with my hands wrapped tight around them as I thrust into her.
And her pussy…
I spread her lips with two fingers and breathe in her scent, sharper here than ever, yet still the same, still her at its essence.
“Jasper,” she moans, and my name in her mouth, on her lips, drives me crazier than anything else tonight.
I slip my tongue between her lips and trace the length of her slit with the tip. Fuck. “You taste amazing,” I breathe, breath hot against her skin, before I lean in to lick her again, slower, longer, trailing the flat of my tongue between her lips and all the way up and over her clit.
She gasps, her clit no doubt already sensitive from her first orgasm, and I flatten a palm against her stomach, pin her against the bed as I bend down to taste her better, lick every inch of her. I run my tongue along her slit, back and forth, a few times, tasting each edge of her lips, until finally, I circle the narrowed tip of my tongue around her entrance, savoring her flavor, the way she gasps and writhes on the bed in anticipation.
“Jasper, please,” she moans.
I pause, grinning at her impatience. “Please what, Dee?” My eyes flash when they catch hers.
She swallows hard, wets her lips with a flick of her tongue before she speaks. “Please, make me come again.”
“And how do you want me to do that, Dee?” I ask, playful, though I make sure to blow hot air along her slit as I speak, making her shiver and twist in anticipation.
“I want… you to eat me out.” She catches my eye, holds it. “I want your tongue inside my pussy. I want you to lick my clit until I—”
She doesn’t finish that sentence, because I take the chance to plunge my tongue into her pussy. She moans aloud, and her hips buck up to meet me, so her whole pussy is spread against my mouth, there for the taking. I press my tongue as deep into her as I can and draw it back out, slow and hard, curled to rub along her G-spot as I do. She cries out faintly when I press it, and I circle back, running the tip of my tongue over that spot again and again as she bucks beneath me, until I draw my tongue back out of her pussy with a soft, wet smack, and press her back down a
gainst the bed.
I pin her there with one hand and run my tongue around her clit, teasing the edges, while my other hand presses inside her. I curl a finger in her pussy, stroke it along her walls, as I tongue her clit with the flat of my tongue, not too hard, not enough to send her overboard, with how sensitive she is right now.
Each time, she gasps and bucks against me and calls my name, begs me to never stop.
I don’t want to, either. I want to go on tasting her and driving her wild for as long as I can. I love this, love her taste, love driving her so wild she forgets where she is, what she’s doing. I want to make her wild like this every night.
I want to make her mine.