43. Coraline
43
CORALINE
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I stretch languidly, my body loose and relaxed in a way it hasn't been in years. As I turn my head, my breath catches in my throat. Jasper's face is mere inches from mine, his head resting on the edge of my pillow.
In sleep, the hard lines of his face are softened, his dark lashes fanning out against his cheekbones. I take a moment to study him, to memorize every detail. The strong line of his jaw, dusted with his permanent five o’clock shadow, the soft curve of his lips, slightly parted in sleep. He looks younger like this, vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen before. My heart swells with an emotion I’m afraid to name.
Slowly, carefully, I extract myself from the bed, not wanting to disturb him just yet. I pad softly to the bathroom and take care of a few urgent needs, namely emptying my bladder and brushing my teeth. As I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I try to reconcile the woman looking back at me with the one who walked into this house yesterday. Something has shifted inside me, a subtle but undeniable change.
I make my way back into the bedroom, my steps soft on the hardwood floor. Jasper has one arm thrown above his head, the other resting on his sculpted abs. I don’t think I had enough time to really appreciate them yesterday, but damn, do I appreciate them now.
The covers have slipped down to his waist, revealing the expanse of his bare chest, all hard planes and smooth skin. I let my gaze linger, tracing the dips and ridges of his muscles, the dark trail of hair leading down from his navel. Desire stirs low in my belly, a familiar ache that has me clenching my thighs together.
I bite my lip, debating my next move. The rational part of my brain tells me to go downstairs, make coffee, and wait for him to wake up.
But the other part, the part that’s been awakened by the freedom here, wants to climb back into bed and explore every inch of him.
Before I can second guess myself, I slip back under the covers, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. He stirs, his eyes fluttering open, still hazy with sleep. When they focus on me, a slow, lazy smile spreads across his face.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
“Morning,” I whisper back, suddenly feeling shy under the intensity of his gaze.
He reaches out, trailing his fingers along my jaw. “You’re so beautiful like this. Here, in my bed,” he says softly, almost reverently.
I feel my face flush at the compliment, a warmth blooming inside my chest. His touch ignites a spark under my skin, and I find myself leaning into his palm.
“I like waking up next to you,” I confess, the words soft between us.
I want to gobble the words back as soon as they leave my mouth. We no longer have the cover of darkness to protect our secrets. And I’m worried everything will change under the morning’s first rays of sunlight.
His thumb strokes my cheekbone, his eyes searching mine. “Me too, baby, probably more than I should.”
Jasper gets out of bed, stretching with a lazy, satisfied smile. He pads to the bathroom, and I hear the faint sounds of the water running. A few minutes later, he returns, leaning against the doorframe with a curious look.
“You’re up early,” he says, arching an eyebrow. “Got somewhere to be?”
I nod, my heart fluttering. “I have to go into the bakery today, but first, I want to do one more thing.” There’s an underlying urgency in me today, like I’m living in some kind of Cinderella time warp and the clock is ticking until this all blows up and Jasper turns into a pumpkin again.
Jasper’s eyes darken with interest, and he pushes off the doorframe, sauntering over to the bed. “Give me a kiss, then tell me your big plan,” he says, coming down over me, bracing his arms on either side of my head.
Without hesitation, I pull him down, our lips meeting in a slow, heated kiss. His mouth is warm and inviting, and I lose myself in the sensation of him, the taste of mint and something uniquely Jasper. He deepens the kiss, his hand tangling in my hair as he tilts my head back for better access.
He rolls us over, and suddenly, I’m on top, straddling his hips. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my waist with a possessive urgency that sends a thrill through me. We make out for a few blissful moments, the heat between us building until it feels like I might combust.
Without warning, Jasper palms my waist and hoists me up so I’m perched above him. My hands fly to the headboard to steady myself. “What are you doing?” I gasp, my voice breathless.
He smirks, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks up at me. “Having breakfast,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to my thighs. His touch is firm, possessive.
And I fucking love it.
Jasper’s hands grip my hips as he dips his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.
He palms my legs, spreading them wider as he settles between them. He hooks his thumb around my panties, and his tongue flicks out, teasing me. My back arches, my hands white-knuckling the headboard to stay upright. The feeling is electric, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure as he explores me with his mouth.
“Mm, the most important meal of the day,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue around and around my clit.
It’s a slow, sensual torture, and I’m lost in the sensation, my body trembling with need. Jasper is relentless, his mouth working me over with a skilled precision that has me panting and writhing above him. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me in place and fucks me with his tongue.
The tension builds inside me, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and I can’t hold back the desperate plea that escapes my lips. “Jasper, please.”
He pulls back, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory glint. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you need,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
The words hang in the air between us, heavy with the promise of what’s to come.
Jasper’s eyes darken further, and without another word, he flips us over, positioning himself between my legs. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I reach for his cock blindly, my hand diving underneath his sweatpants and boxer briefs until I feel the length of him.
God, has he somehow gotten bigger since yesterday?
The fleeting thought that he’s too big scampers across my consciousness, my muscles tensing.
He pulls back far enough to look at me. “What’s wrong, baby? Your pace, remember?”
I lick my lips and nod a few times, my fingers flexing around his cock. Jesus, they just barely touch around the width of him. “I know, but god, Jasper, your dick is big.”
He chuckles, the sound all masculine satisfaction. “You tryin’ to make me harder, baby? Because it’s working.” He nips along my jaw.
“Shut up,” I chastise him softly, rolling my eyes. Not that he even sees it with his face buried in the crook of my neck, his tongue laving my pulse point. “But seriously. I’m starting to get a little worried you’re too big.”
The confession makes me feel silly and small. Inexperienced . Which is ridiculous for a few different reasons, namely he’s been inside me before. But I guess I forgot how big he was? I don’t know—he just seems so much bigger now. Like some kind of dick optical illusion. Also, this man’s face was literally just in my pussy.
He pulls back, his hands palming either side of my face and his gaze scanning me. “Baby. You sucked my cock like it was one of your vegan ice cream pops yesterday.”
A slow smile spreads across my face when I realize he’s referencing the photo I posted on my socials a couple days ago. I start stroking that big dick of his again. “It’s different.”
“Your hand, your mouth. This perfect fucking cunt,” he says, slipping his hand between us and sinking two fingers deep inside me. A broken moan tumbles from my lips at the sudden fullness. “They’re all made to take my cock, baby. Every inch.”
His fingers pump slowly, stretching me, preparing me for what's to come. My walls flutter around him as he curls his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“That’s it, baby. Get nice and wet for me,” he rasps, his voice strained.
My breath comes in shallow pants as he works me with his fingers, stoking the fire inside me higher and higher.
“Jasper,” I moan, my hips rocking against his fingers. My own hand matches his rhythm, a mirrored movement.
He withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. It should be illegal to be this fucking hot.
“Your cunt is the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, baby. Sweet and perfect. And all mine,” he growls the last few words.
He sheds his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one swift motion, his thick cock springing free. My mouth waters at the sight of him rolling a condom down his nearly ten inch cock. I don’t even know where he grabbed the condom from, but I’m grateful he had the forethought to remember. Because I fear I’m too lustdrunk.
Jasper holds my gaze as he hooks his fingers in my panties and drags them down my legs, tossing them aside. Then he’s settling between my thighs, the broad head of his cock nudging against my entrance.
"Look at me, baby," he commands softly.
I open my eyes, meeting his heated gaze. Slowly, so slowly, he pushes inside me, stretching and filling me inch by delicious inch. My breath catches at the exquisite fullness, my body accommodating his girth.
He stills when he bottoms out inside me, letting me adjust to his size. His brow furrows in concentration, his jaw clenched tight like he’s struggling not to fuck me hard.
I can feel every inch of him, thick and hard, pulsing with need.
"Fuck, baby," he grinds out. "You're so goddamn tight."
I clench around him experimentally and he hisses through his teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me and I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Move, Jasper," I plead, my voice breathy with need. "I need you to move."
He obliges, starting with slow, deep strokes that have me seeing stars. Each thrust is measured, controlled, like he’s savoring every second inside me. My legs come up to wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.
“More,” I nearly beg.
His control snaps at my plea. With a low growl, he starts thrusting, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each drag of his thick cock lights me up from the inside, stoking the fire in my core higher and higher.
“That’s it, baby. Take every inch of my cock,” he rasps, his voice strained.
I never thought it was possible to feel this way. It seems ridiculous, especially considering our past. Yet, those hazy nights were riddled with alcohol and self-doubt. And even though we only slept together a handful of times, my mind can’t help but compare this to that.
We move together perfectly, the air thick with the sound of our breathing and the soft creak of the bed beneath us. The world outside fades away, and all that exists is this moment, this connection between us. It’s raw and beautiful, and I can feel myself unraveling, the pleasure building to a crescendo.
Jasper’s hand slips between us, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s exactly what I needed, and before I can take a full breath, I free fall over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp. My eyes slam shut, and my legs shake with the force of my release.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my inner walls clenching around Jasper's thick cock as I come undone beneath him. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, his hips snapping against mine as he chases his own release.
"That's it, baby. Come on my cock," he growls, his voice ragged. "You feel so fucking good."
I’m barely coherent, lost in the haze of my orgasm, but I feel him swell inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt, his body tensing as he finds his release. I feel him pulsing inside me, hot and thick, as he spills himself into the condom.
“Fuck, Coraline,” he breathes. This time my name sounds like a prayer falling from his lips.
His forehead drops to mine, our breaths mingling as we both struggle to catch our breath.
For a moment, we stay like that, our bodies still joined, hearts racing in tandem. Jasper’s weight is a comforting pressure above me, his skin slick with sweat. I trail my fingers up and down his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles twitching under my touch.
It’s a moment of pure intimacy, and I want to hold onto it forever. But I know that reality will come crashing back in soon enough, and we’ll have to face the consequences of what just happened.