11. Thea
Chapter 11
Thea
J asper is a soft, slow kisser. The kind that takes his time, savoring the feel of our lips together. His hand cups my face, his thumb stroking along my jaw at the same time he traces the seam of my lips with his tongue.
I open my mouth, letting out a little whimper as I do. I’ve been kissed before but not like this. Not like I’m special and treasured. Someone to be cherished and protected.
He finally pulls away, his breathing ragged. He presses his forehead toward mine. “I need to taste your honey.”
I’m still dazed by his kisses as he nudges me to lie back in the pile of blankets. The fire light is dancing across his skin, making him glow. He looks like Apollo, the muscled Greek god of sun.
He presses his lips to the seam of my white panties. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks now. Getting my mouth on your precious pussy again and holding you down while you squirm and plead for mercy.”
He’s a dirty talker, and I love it. I love the crass things coming out of his mouth. I hope he’ll say more things like it. “Yes, do that.”
He tugs my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy to his view. He puts his broad shoulders between my thighs. There’s nothing he can’t see. His breath is warm against my mound. “Who is all this cream for?”
“You.” My voice shakes with desperate desire.
“That’s right,” he murmurs as he spreads my pussy lips. “This is my cream.” Then he’s dragging his tongue across my center, licking me like he’s savoring my body and how it feels to be between my legs.
He spends long minutes lapping at me, working me until I’m writhing against the blankets and begging him to let me come. He finally sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and that’s when stars explode behind my eyelids.
I’m vaguely aware of someone whimpering and it takes me a moment to realize it’s me. There were days over the past few weeks when I convinced myself that what happened the first time we were together was a fluke. But he proved it wasn’t. Jasper knows how to spoil a woman.
“Such a good girl, coming on my face like that,” he croons as he crawls back up my body. “Now, give me a big kiss, taste yourself on my lips.”
I do as he said, liking my salty taste on his lips and the way his beard is soaked with my juices. Everything with my mountain man always feels naughty and so very right at the same time.
He lifts his head, staring down at me with fire in his gaze. His erection digs into my hip, and I need him. I need him thrusting deep inside of me and telling me that I belong to him and only him.
His next words are a gritty command. “Take your clothes off and spread out for me. I want to see what you look like right before I fuck you.”
I shimmy out of my panties then flick open the buttons of his shirt, so my aching breasts are fully exposed to him. I reach for my sensitive nipples, pulling on them and gasping at the sensation.
His gaze lights up with appreciation and arousal. He grabs himself through his pants and makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His reaction makes me feel powerful and I spread my legs wider, showing him everything that’s his.
When he finally takes off his pants and prosthetic, I whimper at the sight of his cock. It’s even bigger and thicker than I remember. He gives it a rough jerk. “I’m coming inside your sweet little pussy tonight.”
I nod eagerly. “I need that.”
He joins me on the blankets, stretching out over my body. He’s careful to support his weight on his forearms. When he looks down at me, there’s only tenderness and affection.
“You are beautiful,” he whispers right before he leans to kiss me. It’s another slow, sensual one. I love the way he takes his time, like he needs to memorize everything about me. He finally moves his lips lower, chasing kisses along my neck and pausing to nibble at the delicate skin of my shoulder.
His cock rubs the sensitive skin between my thighs. He’s taking his time with my body, making me feel cherished in so many different ways. But I need him now. I need to feel him inside of me, so I rake my fingernails along his back, trying to spur him on.
He moans, a soft guttural sound. Then he reaches between us, aligning our bodies. He slips just the tip into my aching channel. and time stops. Our gazes connect and he gives me a grin before he fills me with one quick snap of his hips.
I cry out at the sensation of being impaled so completely. Nothing feels as good as his massive cock stuffed deep inside of me.
He cups my cheek. “You’re my girl. Mine.”
What he’s saying is making the moment feel so much bigger than the two of us connecting physically. He’s claiming me. Every part of my heart is his.
I don’t know how to put into words all the things I’m feeling. All I can do is angle my hips up. “More.”
He withdraws slowly and keeps a gentle rhythm. With every movement, he’s murmuring things under his breath. I can’t hear what he’s saying but I don’t really care. I like the sound of him panting in my ear.
Still, I need more. I need him to give me everything. I want this sexy man above me to hold back nothing. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I open up to him completely. His thick cock goes even deeper inside my pussy. My body is tingling all over, tightening and preparing for the release that I’m at the edge of.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.
I push my feet against the muscled skin of his tight ass. I’ve never seen a man with an ass this great. The motion has its intended effect as he goes wild above me, bucking and swearing.
“So…close.” I thrash my head, trying to find that last little bit of what I need.
“I got you.” He reaches between us, playing with my clit and it feels like I touched a live wire as electricity courses through my body. Stars explode behind my eyes and time loses all meaning. There’s only this one magical moment right here, our two bodies joined in perfect union.
As my vision returns, I feel him jerk inside of me. Then he’s filling me with long ropes of his hot come. Spurt after spurt, he gives me everything until he collapses on the blankets beside me.
Somehow, he manages to keep our bodies intertwined, still holding onto me as he turns. There’s a soft glow in his eyes and for a long moment, we stay like this, with him holding me and the fire crackling softly.
When he finally pulls out of me, he moves to put his leg back on.
“Did you lose it a long time ago?” I ask softly, guessing that he has. He moves it on and off easily and the skin on his limb is thickened as though he’s worn a prosthetic for years.
He finishes attaching it then puts on his jeans, covering it up. He sits next to me and pats his leg. “Do you want to hear the whole sad story?”
I sit up too, tugging the shirt I’m wearing around myself. “If you want to tell it.”
He stares into the fire, not looking at me. “As a kid, I wouldn’t tell anyone the truth. Sometimes, I said it was an alligator attack. Other times, it was a shark. It was fun to tell tall tales, and it distracted people from asking more questions.”
I hadn’t considered that sometimes the hardest part of being different is having to constantly explain to other people why you’re different. “That must have been difficult.”
His voice is flat as he explains, “It was bone cancer. They took my leg to save my life, but people look at you differently once they know that. I never wanted pity or to be thought of as that sick kid.”
“Look at me,” I call softly. When he does, I see the flicker of vulnerability on his face. “I don’t pity you. Hearing your story only makes me admire you more.”
“I worked damn hard to get good at using my prosthetic, so most people would barely notice my limp.”
“You know the first thing I noticed about you?” I bump his shoulder with mine. “Your eyes and combined with that beard, I knew I was looking at the hottest man I’d ever seen in person.”
He grins, his eyes lighting up. “It was your curves wrapped in all that red. I spent the entire ceremony thinking about how I wanted to pull that dress off you with my teeth. Never wanted a woman with that all-consuming need until I met you.”
I press a kiss to his lips, his beard still damp from where he ate me out a few minutes ago. “I could put it back on for you.”