Chapter 15 #2
His mouth blazed a trail lower, marking me with hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach.
Each touch of his lips was devastating, claiming.
When his tongue traced the sensitive skin below my navel, my whole body trembled in anticipation.
I knew where this was heading—the book had dedicated pages to Jason’s expertise with his mouth, and now… Oh God.
Our eyes locked as he settled between my thighs, and my breath caught at the raw hunger in his gaze.
His fingers hooked into my remaining clothes, drawing them down and off.
I was already embarrassingly wet, my pussy bare and exposed to his heated stare.
The cool air against my heated flesh made me gasp, but it was nothing compared to the way he looked at me—like he wanted to devour me whole.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice pure sin. No one had ever looked at me with such primal desire, such desperate need. When he lowered his head, maintaining that burning eye contact, I thought I might combust on the spot.
The first touch of his mouth made my world explode.
His tongue traced through my folds with devastating precision, and any clever thoughts I might have had about romance novel accuracy evaporated instantly.
The book had described Jason’s oral expertise in flowery metaphors, but reality was so much more intense, more raw, more… everything.
“Oh God,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he explored every sensitive inch of me.
His tongue circled my clit before sucking gently, making my hips buck off the bed.
He held me down with one strong arm across my pelvis, while his other hand gripped my thigh, spreading me wider for his hungry mouth.
“So sweet, darling,” he murmured against my pussy, the vibration of his words sending new sparks of pleasure through me.
Then he was diving back in, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue that had me seeing stars.
My thighs trembled around his head as he worked me with devastating focus.
Time lost all meaning as he feasted on me. Each stroke of his tongue built the pressure higher, each gentle suck on my clit made me writhe beneath him. When he slipped one finger inside me, I arched off the bed with a desperate moan. “Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.
He responded by adding a second finger, curling them inside me as his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit. My fingers tightened in his hair, probably painfully, but he just groaned and doubled his efforts. The vibration against my sensitive flesh nearly undid me.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he breathed against me between licks. “Let me taste all of you.” His fingers pumped slowly in and out while his tongue traced maddening patterns. I was lost in sensation, my whole world narrowed to his mouth, his fingers, the pleasure building higher and higher.
He worked me relentlessly, reading every gasp and shudder of my body like a master musician with his favorite instrument.
When he curled his fingers just right while sucking hard on my clit, I shattered.
Pleasure exploded through me in waves as I came hard against his mouth, crying out wordlessly as my body convulsed around his fingers.
Before I could catch my breath, he was moving up my body, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
I could taste myself on his tongue, and somehow that was even more erotic than the romance novels had led me to believe.
His hands cupped my face as he devoured my mouth, and I could feel how hard he was against my thigh.
He pulled back, and I watched in awe as he stood to remove his remaining clothes.
Sweet Lord in heaven. The book had spent an entire paragraph describing Jason’s physical perfection, but seeing him naked in the flesh was something else entirely.
Broad shoulders, chiseled abs, powerful thighs, and…
oh my. His cock was magnificent, long and thick and proudly erect.
I swallowed hard, heat pooling low in my belly all over again.
He moved back between my legs, gathering me close in his strong arms. “Are you sure about this, love?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint.
“Please,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist, “if you don’t take me right now, I swear I’ll?—”
His low chuckle cut me off as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“So demanding,” he murmured, then slowly pushed inside.
I gasped at the delicious stretch, my body trembling as he filled me inch by glorious inch.
The feeling of him, hot and hard and so perfectly big, was beyond anything I could have imagined.
His strong arm curled around my lower back, lifting me slightly as his other hand pushed my thigh wider, opening me completely to him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as I waited breathlessly for that final connection.
When he finally seated himself fully inside me, I couldn’t help but throw my head back, a long moan escaping my lips.
“Darling,” he groaned against my throat, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “You feel incredible.” His lips traced fire along my neck as he tried to maintain control, but I could feel him trembling with the effort.
I whimpered, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, of rightness.
Every romance novel I’d ever read had tried to describe this moment, this perfect joining, but words couldn’t capture the reality.
The stretch of him inside me, the heat of his skin against mine, the way his muscles tensed beneath my fingers—it was almost too much.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rough with concern and barely contained desire. His thumb stroked soothingly along my hip as he waited for my response.
“God, no,” I panted, tightening my arms around him. “You’re so fucking big, and it feels… it feels…” I couldn’t find the words to describe the pleasure storming through my body. “Please move. Please, I need…”
He captured my desperate plea with his mouth, kissing me deeply as he began to move. Long, slow strokes that had me gasping against his lips, my nails digging into his shoulders. Each withdrawal left me feeling empty, each deep thrust filled me so perfectly I saw stars.
“Like this?” he murmured against my lips, maintaining that torturously slow pace. “Is this what you need, darling?”
“More,” I begged, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through me.
“More?” His voice was dark velvet against my skin. “Oh, darling, I’m just getting started.” The promise in his tone made me shiver. The book had hinted at Jason’s demanding nature in bed, but experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely.
He proved his words with his next thrust, harder and deeper, making me cry out. His hand gripped my hip, angling me just right as he set a pace that had me seeing stars. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking I’d expected—this was pure possession.
“That’s it,” he growled as I writhed beneath him. “Take all of me.” The command in his voice sent fresh heat pooling low in my belly. Who knew being ordered around could be this hot?
Time lost all meaning as he claimed me over and over.
Each thrust drove me higher, each withdrawal left me aching.
Sweat dampened my skin as I struggled to keep up with his relentless pace, my fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he’d slow down, drawing out the pleasure until I was practically begging.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was asking for.
“Please what, sweetheart?” His voice was controlled despite the force of his movements. How was he still so composed when I was falling apart?
Before I could answer, he wrapped an arm around my waist and moved us both. Somehow, he managed to stay deep inside me as he positioned me against the headboard. The new angle had me gasping, my head falling back against the carved wood.
“Trust me?” he murmured, his hands stroking down my thighs. At my breathless nod, he lifted my leg, guiding it over his shoulder. Thank God for Victoria’s yoga obsession—the position opened me up completely to him, leaving me exposed and desperate for more.
“Hold on tight,” he commanded, his voice dark with promise.
“I want to see just how flexible you really are.” Then he began to move again, and holy romance novel heaven, this was a whole new level of pleasure.
Each thrust went deeper than before, hitting places inside me I didn’t even know existed.
My fingers scrambled for purchase against his shoulders as he drove into me with controlled power.
“Jason,” I cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. The pleasure was almost too intense, but he seemed to know exactly what my body could take.
“Right there?” His voice was rough with passion as he angled his hips, hitting that same spot again and again until I was practically sobbing with pleasure.
Sweat glistened on his chest, but his rhythm never faltered.
The book had mentioned his stamina, but experiencing it firsthand was overwhelming.
Every time I thought I was close to the edge, he’d change his pace or angle, drawing out the pleasure until I was incoherent with need.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he breathed, one hand cupping my face with surprising tenderness despite the intensity of his movements.
When I managed to focus on his eyes, dark with passion and something deeper, he rewarded me with a particularly deep thrust that had me keening. “You’re so beautiful like this.”