“You have something to say?”
“Condoms. Drawer. Now.” He growled, words bitten out from clenched jaws.
She opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a full box of condoms, and noted the plastic still surrounding the package. She glanced over at him, forced to reconsider her initial thoughts that he had expected sex. “I guess you were telling the truth, that you haven’t had any company here.”
“I haven’t been here much.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered to the old Jason Friar.” Could it be? Was he turning over a new leaf? What did it mean for them?
“Do you believe everything you hear?”
She glanced at his hard length surging up toward his abdomen. “Now that you mention it…” She ripped the plastic and tossed it on the floor. She grabbed a foil packet and placed it on the table. “Not yet. I have more playing to do.”
He groaned and closed his eyes while throwing his head against the pillow. Smothering a grin, Stacia climbed back on the bed, trapping his legs between hers. She trailed her fingers up his erection, then wrapped them around his length. She hadn’t had much opportunity to play in bed, and explore Jason as she would like. His erection was silky and smooth, the plum shaped head dark and pulsing. With her thumb, she swirled the drop of pre-cum around the tip. Her sex clenched, begging to be filled but she resisted. Just one taste. One lick. Licking her lips, she bent down for a taste and lashed the tip with her tongue, the salty taste a surprise to her. He jerked beneath her, and burrowed his hands into her hair to hold her in place. The scent of musk and Jason surrounded her and she took him fully in her mouth, as deep as she could and swirled her tongue around as she went up his shaft. He shouted and his hips bucked, almost dislodging her. She gripped his thighs and sucked him deep and moved slowly up and down, her tongue trailing up the underside, tickling a spot that made him jump. Withdrawing almost completely out, she nibbled and licked the head like an ice cream cone.
Every time he jumped, or moved or groaned, she felt a throb deep between her legs, her panties soaked through. A sense of power and excitement coursed through her, thrilled at her ability to excite this man so fully, to provoke him to wordless arousal. She bore down on his leg to relieve the ache, rubbing her sex against his knee, trying to hit the sweet spot. He obliged by lifting his limb slightly, pushing hers apart even more. She moaned, needing to be filled but not wanting to end her exploration. She slipped her fingers into her panties to relieve the ache, but then his hands were there and the lingerie gave way with a rip.
“You’re hell on panties, you know?”
“I’ll buy you more.” He shifted positions so fast and sheathed himself in the condom before she could react.
She yelped at the sudden change in position, disappointment at the end to her play. “I never said you could move.”
His hand tunneled into her slick folds, his fingers spearing her pussy, spreading the wetness up to her clit. He rubbed circles around the small button and she writhed under him, words and thoughts forgotten in the moment. Moments later, his fingers were replaced by his hard shaft. He surged inside in one smooth motion. She let out a low scream as she was filled completely, her back bowing. Relief was short-lived and he began to move slowly at first, then faster, his body covering hers, hips pistoning, long and hard, then shallow and quick. She wrapped her legs around his hips, heels digging into his buttocks, and she pulled him closer, the orgasm teased out of reach. He slid one hand between them and pinched her clit. She came in a long scream, her back arching, almost throwing him.
He grabbed her waist and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He guided her hips on him and she caught his rhythm, moving up and down, while he lunged up for her. His thumbs trailed between them, where his cock entered her, tracing the connection, then up through her labia to her clit, tweaking it quickly then moving away. The sensation was almost too much to take and she jerked, feeling on the edge of ecstasy, channel clenching around him every time he moved.
He grasped her waist and flipped her again, bringing her legs up high to her chest, going much deeper inside her than ever before. She lay there opened to him, clinging to him for support. The control she had gained earlier in the lovemaking, now completely out of reach. She was completely at his mercy for her orgasm and demanded it in loud cries, grasping his hips and pulling him closer, desperately rubbing against him. Her climax danced out of reach, teasing her, taunting her. She opened her eyes. Jason’s fierce gaze, laser-focused on her, demanding she hold the gaze, connect with him on a deeper level than sex.
She couldn’t break the spell, didn’t want to. His teeth clenched and he lunged in and out, harder, faster, deeper. This time, when she came with a wail, he followed her over the edge with a roar of satisfaction.
He collapsed on top of her, her legs caging him. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he rolled to the side and pulled her with him. They lay there for long moments, panting and quivering in the aftermath.
She snuggled closer. “Still want me to sleep on the couch?”