Jasper
She’s standing in front of me and her eyes won’t meet mine. Her hands are at her sides, balled into fists.
“We don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want to.” Even if it kills me to wait. My dick is rock-hard in my work pants. They are nowhere near as forgiving as jeans either. I’m sporting a tent that could put her eye out if she gets too close.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, sprite. I would never.”
“I know that,” she says. And then she tugs at the t-shirt she’s wearing and pulls it over her head.
All that pretty white skin. I hiss out a breath and try not to rush her.
Instead I pull my t-shirt over the back of my head.
Her eyes go molten bright and drift down my chest. But she doesn’t move towards me.
Instead she reaches down and unbuttons her jeans, slipping them down her curvy legs until they pool on the floor. Then she stands tall and just waits.
“I swear, sprite. You are a vision.”
She shakes her head, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Then she sighs. “I’m not perfect for you.”
I shake my head violently. “I don’t want to hear that kind of shit.
You are perfect for me. I don’t see those damn scars that you think are so bad.
They don’t mean anything to me except the woman I love is a survivor.
She didn’t give up even when life got hard.
We all have some scars. Hell, I’ve got one too. ”
She comes closer and touches my cheek. “This tiny thing? That’s nothing.”
“My ex threw a bottle at my face and it shattered. Cut me pretty good.”
Her eyes widen. “Why?” she breathes.
“She was drunk. She didn’t want me to take Claudia. Didn’t want me to leave.”
“Is she still in your life?” Her hand cradles my jaw and she reaches up to kiss my chin, my cheek, standing on tiptoes.
“Nope. She signed over all her rights to Claudia and took off for a beach somewhere where she could drink to her heart’s content. I had to pay her for the privilege but it was worth it to get rid of her.”
“I see,” I whisper. “Do you still love her?”
I shake my head and smile, pulling her into my arms. Her breasts flatten against my chest and my dick is throbbing for her.
“I don’t think I ever loved her. I sure as hell never felt like this about her.
I’ve never felt as wild about anyone until I met you.
Until I saw those soft eyes and that sweet smile peek around the door.
And then the next day you told me off and that was it! Bam! Magic.
She giggles and then she steps back again. I want to rip her clothes off but I want her to own her desire. Want her to be in charge of what happens at all times.
Unless she gives it to me. One day I hope she does but until then, she’s the boss of me and I’m gonna love every minute of it.
She reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, shifts her slender shoulders and it drops to the ground. My mouth waters and I run my hand across my jaw.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, sprite.”
Like she knows I’m on the edge, she steps close and reaches out for my pants, undoing the buckle and sliding it off. My utility belt is already locked in my car trunk. Then she tugs my pants open and slips her little hand inside my boxer briefs.
Groaning, my eyes roll to the back of my head. “So good,” I hiss, my whole body going limp. I almost drop to the floor.
She owns me.
But I need her to come first. “If you keep touching me I’m going to come like a fucking teenager.” I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, slapping her ass when she laughs.
“I need you now. You’re killing me.”
“All that control. Gone!” she giggles.
“Only with you.” I drop her to the bed and let her bounce as I jerk off my pants and boxers, letting them drop to the ground. Just like her jaw.
My brow lifts. “Nothing to say, sprite?”
“Holy shit! There’s no way that’s gonna fit.”
I reach down and yank at her silky pink panties, jerking them off over her dainty little toes. “Oh, it’ll fit. I guarantee it.”
I crawl up over her and my lips claim hers, my hand running down her left side. She flinches but I don’t feel anything but her. I lift my head. “God, you’re beautiful, baby. So fucking gorgeous. And you’re mine.”
She nods and bites her lip as I crawl down her body, my lips trailing over her soft skin.
She moans and writhes and whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair as I touch her hip, then push her thighs open.
My tongue runs along the puckered skin of her left thigh and she moans, her hands tugging hard at me.
Her red curls glisten with her juices and my mouth waters for a taste.
But I want to take it slow. This is our first time. I want to remember it forever.
She grabs at my hair and pulls my head to her pussy and groans. “Don’t make me beg, Jasper. Please. Touch me. Taste me.”
Chuckling I run my tongue up the length of her slit and grin when she fidgets and her hands clench in my hair. “Who am I to deny the woman I love whatever she wants when she wants it?”
She rolls her head and her back arches, the lush curves of her breasts right there, her pale pink nipples begging for my touch.
I run my hand up her belly and flick her clit at the same time as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she moans and arches harder. “Yes,” she hisses. “Don’t stop.”
As if I ever would.
She tastes like sweet heaven and my teeth rake along her slit even as I drink in her juices like the sweetest honey.
Her hips dance under my mouth, teeth and tongue and then I roll her diamond tip and pinch it. Hard.
She screams and almost levitates under me, her body shaking and out of control. Her sweet juices coat my tongue and I lick and suck up every last drop.
Then I line up with her weeping pussy and slowly push my way inside, my eyes rolling when her warm heat engulfs the swollen head of my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I groan and then slam my aching cock home. She screams again and I fight to hold steady, to not fuck her into the mattress.
But then after a minute she pushes at my hip and rolls on top of me, sinking even further onto my steely length.
Her head is thrown back, her red curls like a flame around her glowing face. She’s an angel fallen to earth. She’s a valkyrie riding to Valhalla on the wings of her mighty steed as she slowly rocks her hips and then lifts herself and slams back down.
“You’re a goddess,” I breathe, my eyes locked with wonder on her perfect face and body.
She smirks. “And you’re my god. So make love to me like one.” It’s a dare and a prayer.
I growl and my hips slam up into her, my hands holding her steady, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
She moans and rides me like the wonder that she is.
Up and down, her hips rolling and grinding against me until I slam myself home and feel her shudder over top of me, her pussy slamming so tight that I can barely move.
A wet vise wrapped around me like heaven, pulsing and dragging me deeper into her slick tunnel.
She falls across my chest, her fiery curls damp and tangled. Then she lifts her head and grins at me. “I think that might end up being inspiration for a fantastic sexy time in one of my books!”
I chuckle, rough and ragged but so damn happy. “You don’t say. Just don’t give away my secrets, woman.”
“I would never,” she says. “This is all mine now.”
Nodding, I hold her tight and breathe in the scent of our lovemaking in the air.
Sexy times indeed. She yawns and then curls into my chest. “I need a nap. It’s been a helluva day.”
I close my eyes. “Yeah, it has. But it’s been perfect.”
“Except for the psycho.”
I nod my head and laugh. “Yeah. Except for him.”
I can’t believe I can laugh about it. I lift her chin up. Her eyes meet mine. “I almost lost my mind when they said you were gone. I knew that I had to find you. Or I’d never recover from the loss. You’re my everything. You, Claudia and my mom? You guys mean more to me than anything in this world.”
She smiles gently and reaches over to kiss my lips, her mouth clinging to mine, soft and sweet.
“I knew that you’d come for me. I just had to hold out until you did.”
“Every time. I’ll always come for you. Even if you try and run from me, I’ll find you. You can’t hide from me.”
“Stalker,” she smirks. But she curls into me and rubs her chin on my chest right over my heart. “You can’t chase me off. You’re stuck with me.”
“I can’t imagine anyplace I’d rather be.”
And I tuck her into me, her eyes close and I let my own eyes close as I breathe her in.
Mine. Always. This right here is what I never thought I’d find. And even if I lose control around her, it’s okay. She matches me wild for wild.
Smirking, I finally let my mind go and slip into sleep, never letting her go.
She’s right where she belongs. She’s home. And so am I.
The End
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