“Willa,” he said.
“We should…”
“Right.”
Not stop, of course. But move. Jason grinned before slipping one arm under the backs of my knees and the other behind my back. Effortlessly, he lifted me up off the couch and carried me down the hall toward the door on the far end. He opened it up with his free hand, revealing a massive bedroom, huge windows on both sides looking out over the clouds below.
“Mile-high club,” I said as he shut the door and brought me over to the bed.
“Another first?”
“Another first.”
I wondered what other barriers he was going to break down, how many of my rules he was going to make me snap in two.
He set me down on the edge of the bed, and I rose up as he brought me in for another kiss. This time my fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, while his went to the zipper of my dress. He dragged it down, pulling the top and letting the dress fall down to my feet. That day I had on a black bra along with a matching thong—far sexier than what I normally wore, and it made me wonder if without thinking I’d been dressing in expectation for another tryst with Jason.
His body was gorgeous as ever, toned and lean and muscular. I wondered what his body had been used for, if it was just for show. What could he do with a body like that?
Well, I knew one thing.
Jason put his hands onto the curve of my hips and set me back onto the bed. Once I was seated, he dropped to his knees and grinned, his fingers moving under the band of my thong and pulling my panties down my legs.
He kissed me along my thighs, soft breaths flowing out of me as he drew closer and closer to where I wanted him.
I was wet. Hell, I’d been wet from the moment he’d kissed me. No man had ever managed to turn me on like Jason, no man could do to me what he did with just a touch, just a look, just a kiss.
After a bit of teasing, he was between my legs, kissing me all over, pleasure rushing through my body as I tossed my head back and let out a long sigh, my hair coming loose and draping down my back. He ate me like he was born to do it, the tip of his tongue flicking over my clit and a pair of his fingers moving in and out of me.
It didn’t take long before an orgasm coursed through my body. I grabbed one breast through my bra, my other hand on the back of his head, my fingers weaved into his thick hair. I bit my lip hard, not wanting the screams building inside of me to carry through the plane.
Jason rose the moment the last trails of the orgasm faded. His mouth glistened with my arousal, and he slowly wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he stood up. Jason’s cock was hard, pressing against his slacks.
I knew what I wanted.
With an uncanny assertiveness, I put my hands onto the narrow angles of his hips and guided him into a sitting position. Once he was there I quickly had his pants and boxer-briefs down to his ankles, Jason doing the rest of the work by kicking them off. Then I spread my legs and straddled him, Jason holding his cock straight up as I lowered myself down, down.
I moaned again as I took one inch of him into me after another. I impaled myself, taking his long, thick cock into me and savoring every bit of it. When he was fully inside me, Jason reached around and undid the clasp of my bra, my breasts dropping out and into his waiting hands. I rose and fell, rose and fell again and again, my hips bucking as Jason’s hands switched between my breasts and my ass.
He felt so good, my walls gripping the smooth shape of his cock and bringing the both of us closer to orgasm. I rode him harder, taking in the sight of his body below me, those hard angles, those taut muscles.
And then I came again, and this time Jason came along with me. I felt his cock pulse inside of me, shooting deep into my throbbing cunt.
I moaned, he grunted, and together we rode the waves of unrelenting pleasure.
Then it was done, the two of us in a heap on the bed, my head on his chest.
We’d done it again.
And this time I had a feeling there was no going back.