I rolled my eyes and walked into the elevator ahead of him. He followed me and pressed the button to shut the doors.
“I hope you’re satisfied,” I grumbled as he took my hand and pulled me close.
“Satisfied?” He laughed and let one hand trail down to cup my ass. “Not even close.”
As soon as we were inside the apartment, he started making good on his promise to peel off my clothes. The dress went first in the living room. My bra followed in the hallway, and last was my panties inside the bedroom.
He removed his jacket and sat on the bed then held out a hand to me. “Come here, beautiful.”
I sashayed over to him, watching lust light up his eyes. His hands encircled my waist, and he covered a peaked nipple with his lips. As he flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip, the wet heat of his mouth stoked the flames of desperate need growing inside me.
“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice soft in wonder. He trailed his tongue to my other nipple and lavished attention on that one too until my need raged like wildfire.
“I need you naked,” I complained. My fingers were hungry for the feel of his skin. I tore off his shirt and waited while he unfastened his pants and pushed them down over his hips. The evidence of his arousal was a hard, thick ridge in his briefs, and I reached for him, eager to feel him, to watch him lose control under the power of my touch.
I stroked him, letting my fingers tease his cock through the soft material. He closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, a soft breath hissing through his lips. I pulled his briefs down and was rewarded with his erect cock, hard and thick and beautiful.
I climbed onto his body, straddling him, almost mesmerized by the sight of the hard muscles of his chest, his defined abs, and his perfect cock. After stroking him slowly for a few moments, I fisted him and pumped up and down, spreading the glistening bead of moisture that appeared on the tip of his arousal.
“Fuck!” His voice was harsh. His hips tensed. “Fuck, Daphne.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” I teased.
“Jesus!” He licked his lips and reached for me. “Come here.”
I smiled and kept pumping, feeling him growing even harder in my hand.
He swore and grabbed my wrists, pulling me over him and positioning me over his erection. I was dripping wet, and the thick head of his cock slid into me with ease.
I moaned and wriggled my hips, moving down over his sweet length.
He released my hands. “That’s it, baby. Take me deeper.”
I let him slide fully inside me, and he filled me completely, his flesh stretching mine so sweetly I almost couldn’t bear it. I bobbed my hips, and the friction made me gasp in pleasure.
Jason’s chest expanded, and his hands settled around my thighs. “Ride me, baby.”
I licked my lips and rode him up and down, slowly at first, then faster. I braced my hands on his chest and forgot everything, every thought but the feel of him sliding in and out of me.
My walls tightened around him, growing slicker with every delicious thrust. I heard his harsh breathing, and I bit my lip, helpless against the mad desire racing through me.
“Ride me hard, just like that,” Jason said, his encouragement like an X-rated litany in my head. My legs were shaking, my whole body straining toward climax. He gripped my hands. “Fuck me.”
I moaned helplessly, my eyes caught in his as the stark arousal and pleasure on his face drove me over the edge. I cried out as my body clenched tight around him, falling forward over his chest as my mind exploded into a million tiny pinpoints of light and pleasure.
Jason rolled over, putting me on my back, and his body covered mine. He braced one hand on the bed and fucked me as I climaxed, thrusting hard even as my body shook in his arms. My pleasure peaked and peaked again then he let out a soft groan, shuddering as he reached his release.
We lay in each other’s arms as the sounds of our lovemaking gave way to silence, and we slowly tried to catch our breath. He rolled to his side and pulled me close.
“You okay?”
I smiled lazily. “Perfect.”
He kissed my neck, and even though I was still reeling from my climax, I shuddered in pleasure.
He chuckled and nipped me gently with his teeth.
“Jason…” I started, considering telling him everything—my concerns, my desire to speak to his mother—and I almost did, but then I caught myself. “Amy is going to LA for a shoot next weekend,” I lied, cursing myself inside. “I want to go with her. We’re making a girls trip of it, you know, before all the engagement and wedding events start and nothing else matters anymore.”