Chapter 49 #2
He makes a yummy, happy moaning sound as he proceeds to advance deeper while his fingers and mouth increase their pace. When he gets fully seated, I quickly begin to feel the ripples of sensation shuttling through me.
Ooh. This might be my favorite sex position.
I’m sent from zero to a hundred in seconds and I’m just about to get to the summit when he stops.
He stops it all, though stays inside. He’s stopped the mate mark sucking, the nipple stimulation, and the clitoral stimulation.
Turning me to my tummy while managing to stay inside me, he pins both my hands above my head.
“You do know you denied me for days, Bay,” he accuses, voice rough against my mate mark.
I gasp.
He pulls three quarters of the way out. “Days…” He slams back in and I gasp for a different reason.
“Not letting me touch you,” he accuses.
“Jase,” I breathe.
“Not looking at me with all that love in your eyes like you used to do.”
I whimper.
He pulls back and snaps his hips forward, hard.
Wow! Maybe this is my favorite sex position.
“Tell me you’ll never deny me this body again, Bailey Creed.”
Bailey Creed.
I smile, loving that, but correct with, “Bailey Blackwood-Creed, if you please.”
“Whatever. Just tell me you’ll never deny me again,” he demands, sounding angry.
I lose the smile. “I can’t promise that. What if you piss me off? You think you get sex if we’re fighting?”
“Play along,” he whispers, kissing my earlobe, voice changing to sweet, “I need this.”
“Oh,” I whisper. “Okay.”
“If you ever try to deny me what’s mine again, guess what’ll happen?”
I blink a couple times, wondering what the right answer might be. I don’t know, so I say, “Um… you’ll throw me over your shoulder, take me to bed, and fuck me for a week solid?”
Jase slams so hard into me, the headboard cracks against the wall.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his knot snapping out, making me cry out as it impersonates a carnival ride, seeking to make me scream with glee while also making me a little dizzy.
It’s not long before the heat gets turned up higher and I feel him spilling into me. The sounds from his lips, the heat from his body, the way I feel both physically and mentally? Bliss.
When his knot slows to nearly stopping, I say, “Well, this is a spectacular way to wake up.”
He groans out as he finishes and his knot finally halts and recedes.
He looks at me and grimaces.
“Shit. I was gonna deny you orgasms for a couple hours first. Get you to suck me off and make me come a few more times before you got yours. Guess that’s not gonna happen this time.”
“Haha, nope!” I laugh while sliding into the afterglow.
He bites my neck and holds me still with both his mouth and by putting more weight on me before he lets out a low growl, which has me quivering. His hands rove up and down my body, with meaning.
I love the way he’s touching me. The surety. The sensation.
He gently caresses my face while he stares into my eyes. “Just because I’m madly, deeply in love with you doesn’t mean I’m suddenly beta.”
I giggle.
He cups me between the legs and sucks my mate mark, making my body bow.
“And beyond that, you’re mine, Bailey. From now on, I get to fuck you how and when I want. And don’t you forget it.”
“How about if you don’t let me forget it?” I whisper.
His gaze goes from hot to hotter.
“Deal,” he says, driving his hardness inside me again.
“I thought we were done,” I squeak out, grabbing his shoulders.
“Not by a longshot,” he informs before moaning, cussing, and gripping me tight through another knotting, which goes on and on until we’re both breathless.
I manage to stagger to the bathroom and clean myself up before I fall back into bed beside him.
Pulling me close, Jase swallows hard and looks at me with an expression that burns into my soul. Everything I want and need is in those eyes; I’ve never been surer of it than I am right now.
“I love you Mrs. Creed,” he says, and his mouth gets closer, so I grab his face and bring it the rest of the way, kissing him with tongue.
I believe him with my whole heart, because I don’t just see and hear it …
I feel it, too. I’ve always told myself it would feel awesome to connect with him the way I’ve been told mates connect.
But I had no idea. I was not prepared for how incredible it would feel.
I’ve got access to parts of him that are only mine.
And it’s the best gift I’ve ever been given.
I don’t have to wonder if this bond is just physical, just for breeding, just for ego. I can actually feel how much Jase loves me. And I see it in his eyes – that he feels how much I love him, too.
He carries me to the shower and sets me on my feet. I grab that washcloth and soap it up before I drop to my knees and look up at him.
The look on his face is lava hot. He licks his lips as I reach for him and wash between his legs.
I’ve read enough spicy romances to be able to come up with a blowjob playbook here on the fly, and I must do all right because he doesn’t give me direction.
After the soap is washed away, I boldly put in effort that does not seem to go unappreciated.
Eye contact. Tongue. Suction. My fists as well as my mouth.
But I might get too fancy because as my fingertip grazes his scrotum, he spins the dial to turn the water off, grabs for my jaw and detaches my mouth in time for an eruption all over my chest and stomach.
He coaxes me to standing up in front of him by crooking his finger, then takes my breasts into his hands and rubs the mess into my skin, ensuring he coats as much as my skin as he can before he lifts me and carries me to bed, putting me in it before I’ve had a chance to towel off.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and lowers his head, inhaling deep between my legs before he returns the favor with a whole lot of bold enthusiasm of his own.
His tongue has the dexterity of an artist’s paintbrush. His grip is possessive. And the look on his face undoes me almost as quickly as his mouth.
I come, crying out, “Jason!”
Now I’m sliding. He’s got my ankles and he’s slamming in me, to the root, my calves up against his chest.
Wait… this might be my favorite position.
***
“Want some breakfast?” I ask, snuggling closer, running my hand up his chest. He catches it and laces our fingers together, over his heart.
“I just had my new favorite thing for breakfast, but thanks,” he quips, licking his lips suggestively.
“Well, I’m hungry,” I tell him. “So, how about–”
My phone dings.
I reach for it from the table beside the bed and say, “Oh! Cat! She says Stan just put a coffee cake on the porch. She sends her congratulations. Wanna have that for breakfast? Great timing!”
I jump up, about to put my robe on, but I’m yanked back to the bed. Jase leans over and kisses me, then says, “Stay here. I’ll get it. You want coffee?”
Breakfast in bed? Sounds good to me.
“Yes!” I nod excitedly, but then call out, “Jason?”
He’s already on the move, so he stops and looks over his shoulder at me.
“I love you,” I say.
“Love you too,” he replies, with feeling.
“This… all of this… better than I dreamed it could be. And I dreamed hard, Jase.”
His dimples pop.
“But…” I start.
He goes alert.
“What you just did to me? It’s making me a little OCD.”
“OCD?”
“I feel sticky.”
I scrunch up my nose.
“You’ll get used to it.”
I wait for him to crack a smile.
But nope… it doesn’t happen.
“Actually, I think I need to wash you off me.”
He frowns. “Do it and you’ll just get marked again.”
I laugh. But he doesn’t. He stares, making sure I know he means what he just said.
I blink a couple times and then let out another little laugh.
He finally smirks and struts out of the room.
I hear the bathroom door close.
After it opens and I hear him go down the stairs, I slip into the bathroom, wet the washcloth and soap it up before I wash myself from my neck to my tummy. I don’t scrub hard. Because I do want to smell like I’m his. I love that he’s this possessive.
I just have far too many sensory issues to walk around with my skin feeling like the back of a Post-it note.