“God, I missed this.” His voice was a throaty rasp in my ear as he rubbed a finger over the sensitive nub that was my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned as he stroked me, my legs opening and my body shaking from his skilled touch alone. He fingered me skillfully, leisurely lavishing attention on my clit and my trembling slit, all the while kissing my neck and whispering naughty things in my ear.
I bore the pleasure for as long as I could, my stomach tightening with intense sensations and my pussy begging for him. I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was trembling, needy, and I wanted much more. I wanted his cock.
“Fuck me, Jason,” I urged, desperate.
He did as I asked, lifting my leg and pressing his cock against my slick entrance. He rubbed my sensitive opening with the wide head, spreading my juices and teasing me almost to madness before gliding slowly into me.
I loved the way he filled me, thickly, tightly, deeply. I loved the way he felt, thrusting into me even as we spooned. It was sweet and beautiful, and my whole body was crying out with pleasure. In no time, I was vibrating as an intense climax built in my core and rocked me to my fingertips.
While I was still crying out, he rolled onto his back, bracing his legs on the bed and thrusting into me from behind as I lay on top of him. He took his time, giving me slow and delicious strokes while one hand stimulated my clit and the other wrapped around my chest, his wide palm clamped hot over my breast. My body was weak with unbearable pleasure, but he kept giving me more.
“So tight,” he groaned harshly, squeezing my breast hard. “So fucking wet.”
“You feel so good,” I murmured weakly, already boneless from one orgasm and hurtling fast toward another on. “You make me so hot.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispered in my ear, rolling his hips as he stroked, filing me as deep as I could take him. My clit was about to explode under the caress of his fingers—my whole body was about to explode. “I love the way your pussy grabs my cock when I fuck you.”
I moaned as my body tightened and I cried his name. “Jason, fuck!”
He picked up his pace, moving faster and faster until I was screaming and panting, falling to pieces around him. Only then did he pull out of me and let me fall onto the covers. Once I was on my back, he came up between my legs and spread them, entering me with one quick feverish thrust and fucking me hard until we both exploded and collapsed in a tangle on the bed.
“What the fuck!” I was panting, unable to catch my breath. “Oh, God!”
Jason was grinning, breathing heavily, his body slick with perspiration. “I know I’m pretty good at this, but you can still call me Jason.”
I burst out laughing, and he drew me into his arms, kissing the back of my neck as we spooned again.
“I love you, Daphne,” he whispered, still stroking my hair. “My little Daphne Bird.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “I love you too, Jason Wild.”
Chapter Six
“Have I told you that you look terrific these days?” Candace waylaid me on our way back to our offices from the editors meeting. “I know you and Jason wildly-sexy-guy made up and everything, but you haven’t told me the full story.”
“Full story is I’m in love with him,” I replied, smiling.
“Well, look at that! I’m happy for you and psyched to have witnessed this particular love story.” She laughed. “You look…I don’t know…like there’s an inner glow.”
There was an inner glow, and it made me feel like I was floating.
“How’s Janice?” I asked. “We should all hang out one of these days.”
“Yeah,” Candace agreed. “Bring your hottie to one of Janice’s parties. You’ll have to keep your eyes on him though—a dish like that, you’re going to have people crawling all over him.”
I laughed. “They can try. I’m not worried at all.”
“I like your confidence.” Candace paused at the door to her office. “And I’m glad you’re happy. It’s about time.”
My phone started to ring as soon as I got behind my desk, and my heart swelled when I saw Jason’s name on the screen. Sleeping in his arms and waking up cradled in his body was the closest thing to heaven I’d ever experienced.
“Hi sexy,” I purred into the phone.
“Hi.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “How’s it going?”
“So-so.” I shrugged. “Meetings, book talk, telling Candace how happy I am and hearing her call you a dish for like…the hundredth time.”