Chapter Nineteen #3
“Beautiful,” Jasper murmured, as his gaze ran over my breasts.
He kissed me on my cheek, gentlemanly, softly.
I shivered, goose bumps breaking out all over me, not from the cold, but from anticipation of what tonight held—what it meant for us both.
We’d never gone slow in our lovemaking. Always hot and heavy and full of commands and domination.
Tonight was different, we both knew it. We were different.
We were in love.
Jasper got down onto his knees and pressed a single kiss to my torso.
Taking hold of the waistband of my riding tights, he pulled them down my legs.
One at a time, he tapped each of my legs, signaling for me to lift them so he could remove the tights completely.
My riding socks came next, until I stood in only my panties.
Running his palms up my bare calves, then thighs, Jasper looked up at me and said, “That night in the barn, when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel.” His palms created warm paths as he ran them up and down my skin.
“You were so fucking beautiful, I didn’t believe you could actually be real. ” I felt tears prick my eyes.
Hooking his fingers into the waist of my panties, he dragged them down my legs, never breaking eye contact with me as he did. Like he didn’t want to miss a moment of this night.
When he’d tossed them aside, Jasper rose, but not before leaning forward and laying a chaste kiss on my pussy. I gasped, craving more, but then Jasper was already on his feet. I stayed still as he shed his shirt, his boots, then his breeches and boxer briefs.
My heart thudded like a drum as he stood before me, naked. His cock was hard, but I didn’t rush to take him in my mouth. As always, I let Jasper take the lead. Stepping forward, Jasper pulled the tie from my braid and shook out my hair until it flowed in waves to my waist.
“Perfect,” he said, and threaded his hands through my hair.
When his lips met mine, I sank into his embrace.
Going on my tiptoes, I clasped my arms around his neck and allowed his lips to move against mine, slowly, meaningfully, showing me without words how much he adored me.
I understood the sentiment because I adored him too.
Jasper slipped his tongue into my mouth. It met mine, but it was tranquil in its exploration. I moaned into his mouth, and Jasper’s hands ran down my back until they grazed over my ass. Reaching my thighs, he lifted me off the floor, guiding my legs around his waist.
My eyes were closed as I reveled in the kiss, but I felt us move across the room.
The softness of the mattress pressed against my back as Jasper laid me down.
His lips didn’t break from mine. His cock ran against my clit, but again, there was no urgency.
Just gentle rocking back and forth—a promise of what was to come.
Breaking from my mouth, Jasper met my eyes and smoothed stray hairs from my face. “I love you, Angel,” he said again, like he would never tire of telling me what was in his heart.
It felt hedonistic.
“I love you too, baby. So much I feel like I can’t contain it,” I said, and Jasper kissed me again, but then began to move down my body.
He kissed me everywhere, each one feeling like it was branded into my skin.
He kissed over my chest, then around my breasts.
My back arched as he licked across my nipples, but then he moved south.
When he reached my pussy, he pressed my knees to either side until they hit the bed, exposing me to his midnight eyes.
Jasper ran his thumb straight down my center, from my clit to my entrance, and I inhaled a shaky breath.
Leaning down, Jasper licked along the path his thumb had just made.
Not hurried, not frantic, but calm and measured.
Shivers made a tidal wave down my spine as they accosted my body.
I pushed my hands into his dark hair as Jasper took his time, treasuring every second of tasting me.
The room was silent but for my quiet moans and labored breathing. Sex had never been like this. This moment told me that, up till now, I had never made love. And being madly in love with the person you were sleeping with . . . it was like nothing I ever thought I’d have.
“Jasper . . .” I moaned as I lifted my thighs, unable to take the pressure that was building in my clit.
But Jasper didn’t stop, he also didn’t speed up.
He was torturing me slowly, making me feel every second before he blew me apart.
I rolled my hips, trying to chase the orgasm I could feel building, but Jasper pressed down on my thighs, trapping them so I couldn’t move.
“I need to come,” I pleaded, my back arching again.
Still, Jasper didn’t hurry. He lapped at my clit and hole until I worried I’d go insane from the slow pace.
But then he took my clit into his mouth and began to suck.
The climax that felt too far in the distance collided with Jasper’s mouth, and I cried out loudly into the silent room as stars burst behind my eyes and the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced shattered through me.
My eyes closed and I held my breath, feeling every nerve in my body come alive. Jasper didn’t stop; he licked me through my climax until my hips began to jerk, and I crashed down on the mattress.
My breathing was erratic, but my body felt completely sated.
Jasper kissed my inner thighs, occasionally brushing over my clit.
Every time he did, I’d gasp. “Jasper,” I said, “I need you,” and Jasper kissed up my stomach, my torso, and my breasts until he was above me.
Holding his stubbled cheeks in my hands, our eyes met, boasting all the love we felt inside.
Pulling him down, I kissed him and kissed him until he rolled us.
Now I was above him, and Jasper guided me back, tearing his lips from mine.
I straddled his waist. Jasper ran his thumb along my still-sensitive clit.
“Baby,” I moaned.
“Ride me,” he said, and positioned me above his cock. I sat up, and Jasper held his hard length, putting his tip at my entrance. I bit my lip, never breaking from his heavy gaze as I sank down, taking him inch by inch, just as slowly as he had licked me.
Jasper gritted his teeth. “Fuck, Angel,” he rasped. “So tight.” I tipped my head back as he filled me completely. It felt so right, so perfect. Leaning forward, his eyes never leaving my face, I pressed my hands to his chest and began to rock back and forth.
“I love you,” I said, as I gradually built up the pace. My clit rubbed against his groin as I moved, and his cock hit my G-spot inside me. “Jasper!” I cried, feeling his hips begin to lift, spearing himself inside me more. Jasper gripped my hips, using the leverage to increase the tempo.
“I love you too,” he hushed out, voice tight.
I shook my head, unable to take the feeling of coming again.
“Come, Angel,” he said, and I rocked back and forth two more times before my entire body tensed and I lit up from my toes to my scalp.
I cried out and rode Jasper faster and harder, feeling every bit of my overwhelming orgasm, only for it to sweep through me further when Jasper grunted and came inside me.
I opened my eyes and looked down at the man who had captured my heart.
His cheeks were flushed, his body cut with lean muscles and flexing as he poured himself inside me. Using his grip on my hips, he thrust into me three more times before he roared and I dropped to his chest, spent.
Jasper’s breathing was fast, and I let his racing heartbeat beneath my ear lull me into a blissful calm. Jasper’s cock twitched inside me in the aftermath. His hands stroked through my hair.
After a few minutes of silence, Jasper pulled me up to his face. He kissed me, and I sank into him. Moving me beside him, he wrapped his arm around me until we were sharing the same pillow, limbs entwined.
“I can’t believe we’re here, like this,” I said, running my fingers through the dark hairs on his chest.
“I can,” he said. “The minute I knew you were real, not a figment of my drunk imagination, I think my soul knew who you were to me.” He smirked.
“I fought it, of course, because I’m a stubborn bastard.
” Jasper’s humor dropped. “But mostly, because I think I knew how I would feel about you, given the chance, and with all the threats against my family, against me . . .” He sighed. “I didn’t want you tangled up in that.”
My heart broke for him. He’d already told me about the arson attack, of course. And the family horses being targeted. “Are you sure Henry is okay to be ridden after the break-in?”
“More than,” Jasper said, smiling again.
“Wait until you enter the arena on him.” I smiled too, just witnessing the nostalgic happiness spread on Jasper’s face.
“He loves the crowd and being the center of attention.” He shook his head.
“He’s something else.” Jasper met my eyes.
“I want you to show him, Hallie. He deserves it and so do you.”
I kissed him, then asked, “Did he fly in today?”
Jasper shook his head. “We came yesterday.” I frowned in confusion, so he explained.
“I didn’t want to leave him behind anymore.
Didn’t want to risk it. So I brought him with me.
I have friends’ stables all lined up for the tour, secure ones.
I wanted him where I could protect him—close by.
” Jasper wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger.
“But then Huxley went down, and Leon was getting one of our other horses sent over. And I saw it in my head. You riding Henry. He was already here, and I’ve been depriving him of what he loves most—competing.
” Jasper shrugged. “There was no debating it. I just knew it was meant to happen. You were meant to show my boy.”
“Thank you,” I said, beyond grateful for this gift.
“Always,” he said, and then added, “We’ll keep it quiet until we get to Saint-Tropez. Just in case.”