Chapter 29
Jason
She takes in a sharp breath, clearly not expecting me to say those words so plainly.
For a long minute I think I’ve crossed the line, come on a little too strong, and that she’s already thinking of a hundred ways to make a quick exit.
But then her teeth graze the bottom of her lip, an involuntary move that grabs my complete attention, before a slow, alluring smile curves across her face.
“Well, then... what the hell are you waiting for?” she says in a low, teasing drawl.
That’s all I need to hear before I’m closing the distance, slowly, silently, intently, like a predator stalking its prey. She holds my gaze, eyes shimmering with anticipation and desire.
Within seconds, I’m on her, pressing her warm, trembling body between mine and the spa wall.
She doesn’t move, her eyes fixating on my chest as if she’s too nervous to meet my gaze.
Gripping her damp hair, I wrap it around my fist, and tilt her head up, urging her to face me—to surrender herself and just let go.
“Tell me to stop now,” I warn, my voice taut and rough with heat. “Because if you don’t, nothing’s going to stop me from doing what I’ve wanted to do to you for so long.”
As if suddenly reclaiming her confidence, she shakes her head and lifts her chin, holding my gaze with a subtle challenge. “Do it. I dare you,” she whispers, her breath a warm caress on my skin.
In the next breath, I crash my mouth to hers, the kiss so dizzying that it nearly sends us both slipping beneath the water. Quick reflexes have me gripping the edge of the spa to steady us, as a soft giggle escapes her lips.
I pin her against the jet wall, and she instinctively wraps her smooth legs tightly around my back, holding me like she’s desperate to get as close to me as humanly possible.
And when she starts moving her hips, grinding her centre against my hard aching cock, with slow, sensual undulations, I almost fucking lose it.
Resting my forehead against hers, I just need a moment to catch my breath. “I need to slow down, baby,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “Otherwise this will all end far too soon for my liking.”
Her eyes grow heavy, laden with heat and simmering need, and for a minute I allow myself to take in every detail of her face.
Mila Rivera is perhaps the most captivating woman I’ve ever met.
There’s just something about her that stirs something deep within me.
Like tiny electric sparks coursing through my veins, bringing back to life everything that’s lain dormant for years.
Her touch, her taste, her body, they’re quickly becoming my favourite things, and I have a strong feeling they’re about to turn into my newest addiction.
I kiss her again, needing to feel her mouth on mine. “I’m dying to taste you.” I groan, biting her lip.
Her lids lift slowly, revealing eyes heavy with lust. She drinks me in with a slow, lingering gaze, as if committing every inch of my face to memory, before reaching behind to unclasp her bra, letting it dangle teasingly from her fingertip between us.
Then, in a move so unexpected, she drapes it over my head, her soft giggle following close behind. It’s clearly meant to be playful, but all it makes me want to do is spin her around and spank that gorgeous arse, hard.
I shake my head with an amused grin, dragging her bra down my face before tossing it aside. “If you want to play, my naughty girl… then let’s play.”
Without giving her a warning, I grip her from under her arms and lift her onto the edge of the spa, almost knocking over her wine glass in the process. She wobbles slightly, but I steady her with quick hands, holding her firmly in place.
Mila shifts until she’s lying comfortably on her back, her feet perched along the edge.
The sight of her wearing nothing but a thong nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
Her soft breasts and rosy firm nipples are practically begging to be teased, and it’s taking everything in me not to dive right in—I’ll get to those soon enough.
Right now, my hungry eyes want to take their time exploring every inch of her irresistible body.
Her smooth, soft skin prickles with goosebumps, whether from the cool night air or the heat of my gaze trailing over every part of her—I’m not sure. But one thing is certain—she’s as equally turned on as I am.
My eyes continue their slow perusal down the contours of her body, every curve so perfectly placed, it could bring even the strongest man to his knees. Her legs are tight and lean like every other part of her body, but it’s her ankles that truly gets my attention.
I don’t know why, but I’ve always found a woman’s ankles to be incredibly enticing.
There’s something attactive about the delicate curve of the achilles as it meets the slender line of the ankle bone.
It’s such an understated yet elegant part of the female body and just looking at Mila’s drives me absolutely wild.
They’re so feminine and beautifully shaped, I could spend all night tracing the soft line of bone with my fingers.
My mouth practically waters when she parts them ever so slightly. And when my eyes trail up her legs, toward the apex of her thighs, I can’t tell if her lace thong is soaked from her arousal or if it’s just damp from the water, but the mystery only fuels my need to find out.
“Like what you see, handsome?” she purrs, her voice smooth as velvet, a mischievous smile playing at her lips.
“Is it that obvious?” I chuckle softly. “I can’t stop staring at you. You’re just perfection, Mila.” I lean in closer, gliding my hands slowly from her delicate ankles up to her knees, then her thighs, my touch causing a soft shiver to ripple through her body.
My fingers toy with the sides of her thong, teasing but not yet tugging them down. “I need you on my mouth, baby,” I murmur softly, my voice dripping with desire. “I’m losing my goddamn mind here.”
“Take what you want. It’s yours.”
Those six simple words awaken something animalistic in me. I tear the flimsy fabric from her body and toss it aside without a second thought. She gasps, startled by the roughness, but I’m far past the point of restraint.
Before she can protest, I lift her legs, placing them over my shoulders, then, with my gaze still holding hers, I bury my face between her thighs. My mouth latches onto her soaked pussy, my tongue dragging through her soft, glistening lips, tasting how fucking ready she is for me.
She moans with every swipe of my warm tongue, and when it circles around her firm clit, she whimpers, her thighs trembling on the sides of my face.
“Oh my God, Jason. That feels so good,” she moans.
She props herself up on one elbow, watching as I devour her, while her other hand tangles in my hair, keeping me exactly where she wants me.
She grinds against my mouth, her hips moving with urgency, eyes fluttering shut as her head tips back in ecstasy.
I groan, my cock hard as steel, driven wild by the intoxicating mix of her scent and the addictive taste of her arousal. She squirms when my tongue plunges inside her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes.
“Fuck! You’re going to make me cum fast.”
And just to make her go crazy, I slide my mouth back to her clit, and suck hard. Her moans grow louder, and for the briefest moment I’m wondering if the neighbours can hear everything unfolding in my backyard. Even if they did, there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now.
I take my time savouring her sweet pussy, spelling every letter of her name on her clit with my tongue.
Minutes later, her body stills, her grip on my head tightening as she screams my name into the cold, quiet air.
Thick, creamy juices pour into my mouth like honey as she erupts, making my eyes roll in the back of my head. Fuck!
When I finally pull away and glance up at her, she’s gazing down at me through hooded eyes, her body limp and glowing with post-orgasm bliss.
“I’m not done with you yet. We’re only just getting started,” I murmur as I strip off my boxer briefs and throw them onto the tiles.
Gripping her waist, I ease her down until her arse is perched right on the very edge. I lean forward and kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moans into my mouth, and I feel it go straight to the base of my cock.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask.
She nods, and I force myself to ignore the fact that the only reason she’s on it was because of Dean. Jealousy coils in my gut from the thought of another man being intimate with her. I know it shouldn’t bother me, but every part of me already wants her to be mine and mine alone.
Her body moulds seamlessly against mine, as if we were always meant to fit together, like two puzzle pieces finally locking into place. And that’s exactly how it feels when I slide inside her, the connection so perfect and complete it’s as though we’ve become one soul.
I cup her breasts, coaxing soft, breathy moans from her lips. When my mouth closes around one of her pebbled nipples, sucking and gently tugging it between my teeth, she lets out a soft whimper as she shudders beneath my touch.
“Jason, I need you to move. I can’t take it anymore.”
That’s all the encouragement I need before I pull out and drive my cock deep inside her in one smooth, powerful thrust. I move in and out of her slowly at first, until her cries of pleasure spur me on, urging me to thrust harder and faster, her nails biting into my forearms with such intensity they nearly break the skin.
She lifts slightly, grabbing the back of my neck and slamming her mouth to mine.
And I kiss her back with equal fervour as I continue to push in and out of her.
Every moment we’ve shared has led to this, every heated glance, every spark of chemistry, every unspoken word, all culminating in each passionate kiss and every deep, consuming thrust.