Chapter 14 #5
And Jasper starts pulling me back against him while he snaps his hips into me with so much force my whole body shudders.
"Maybe I should get a magazine," I continue.
And I get a slap on my ass that echoes in my ears. Somehow I feel it not just on my skin, but right in the middle of my belly, making everything in me pulse with heat.
"Maybe I should find someone who at least knows how to spank properly."
The next one comes even harder. Followed by the sound of our bodies crashing together, followed by the slick sound every time he drives all the way in and then pulls back almost entirely, only to slam home again.
My moan blends into a grunt that turns into another.
"Like this?"
"No, someone who actually means it," I shoot back, and my whole body twists when the next one lands.
God, that's gonna leave a mark.
I shake and moan and still find the nerve to say, "I said someone who means it!"
And the next one makes my legs buckle and my arms sink further onto the table, but Jasper is still holding me on all fours, so I know I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to come right here with him spanking me from behind.
My muscles tremble, my roar of pleasure starts to shatter me in complete desperation, and I'd be on the floor right now if he weren't holding me up.
"You dirty, crazy psycho," Jasper says in a rough voice, winding his hand into my hair, just to lift my head and make me face the mirror again. "Fucking look at me when you're coming, damn it."
I answer with a desperate moan, but from the force he uses to grip my hair, I can't do anything but obey.
This man is gonna drive me insane.
So I look. I look into his eyes, behind me, thrusting hard while he stares me down, and with every second it gets stronger, harder, and from the way his fingers twist into my hair one last time, I know the exact moment he starts to come too.
He gasps and shudders against my back, and watching the expression of pleasure on his face seems to make me even more unbalanced, because, just when I thought I was done, I feel a new wave of orgasm building inside me and I just know it’s gonna happen all over again.
After that, Jasper could have thrown me aside, or let me go like a limp body onto the table, but he's pulling me back, still inside me, still breathless, sitting back down on the sofa and settling me on top of him. Only then he slides out.
Only then he lets me go, slowly... until I'm free to slip to the side and start moving away from him.
Which I shouldn't have done, because I swear I am not in full control of my motor functions right now.
"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice distant like he’s stuck in a haze, when he feels me pull away.
"To my room," I say, sliding even further, and instead of standing up and following my path, I just drop straight onto the floor.
"Oh my God, Julie" he moans, then makes a colossal effort to move and start pulling me up off the floor and back up onto his lap, sitting me facing him this time, hands wrapped around my waist so I don't fall again.
Suddenly, Jasper is already lifting me up and carrying me in his arms.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask, because I don't have much of a choice here.
I have zero strength and zero interest in going anywhere on my own.
"You're not going to your room right now."
"Why not?" I ask, all innocent.
"Because I'm still gonna fuck you tonight."
He stops in front of the bed, holding me in his arms, and I'm already bracing for the impact. Instead of tossing me, Jasper climbs onto it on his knees and lays me down with all the gentleness in the world, resting my head on the pillow.
Because apparently that's another thing this man likes to do to drive me crazy. Rough and strong and mean one second, then incredibly sweet the next.
"How certain are you that you won't just pass out the moment you hit this mattress?"
He tilts his head from side to side like an old-timey scale, weighing the answer.
"About thirty-five percent. But it doesn't matter, because tomorrow, when we wake up, I'm gonna fuck you again."
I burst out laughing.
"What? Three times?"
"You think I can't handle it?"
"You're already pushing thirty, Jasper, you're gonna need some electrolytes."
"There are electrolytes in sweat, I think," he says, and licks my sweaty neck. "And also, I'm almost certain..." he starts, and I already know what he's doing before he even begins sliding down my body, "that I can find plenty of electrolytes... right here."
"Almost certain or absolutely certain?" I tease.
Then he licks me starting all the way down low and traveling up until his tongue finds my clit. I moan softly when he circles it just above it.
"Tastes just like strawberry Gatorade," Jasper says with a dopey smile, and it makes me burst into laughter.
But he's too exhausted to keep going, because he traces a path of kisses, moving up from my pelvis, my stomach, my breasts, kissing every inch of my body until his lips finally meet mine.
"Okay, I think we're going to fall asleep now," he finally admits, his voice heavy as if he were drunk.
"Mm-hm," I agree, feeling the drowsiness take hold of me in a way that's completely beyond fighting it.
"But tomorrow..." he murmurs against my neck.
"Mm-hm."
"Tomorrow we pick up where we left off."
I want to say mm-hm again, but Jasper's arm is heavy across my chest, his body settling against mine in a way I never imagined could feel so natural, and I think – I think we're both practically asleep by now.
Fifth Stage of Madame Ximena’s Tea: EXHAUSTION
Warrior number ten: defeated.