Chapter Twenty-Four
Jase
Dani rocked against me, almost imperceptible moans catching in her throat with each back and forth as she came down from her orgasm. Watching it had nearly sent me over the edge with her, but I’d managed to hold off, my muscles straining with the effort. No way was I ready for this to end.
Easing forward on the couch, I hooked her legs around my waist and carefully rose to my feet. Still buried inside her, I carried her to the bedroom, her tight heat clenching around me with every step.
She draped her arms over my shoulders, bare breasts pressed to my chest, face burrowed against my neck. Her mouth closed over my pulse, sucking gently before she licked up to my earlobe and tugged it with her teeth.
My cock throbbed, the feel of her unreal. Not just the way she clasped around me but the way she moved and chased her pleasure. How she’d completely let go on the couch and taken what she needed, leaving me to sit back and let her. To watch her and coax her on until she slipped over into ecstasy.
Every experience from my past had been the opposite. Me feeling like I had to be the one to take charge and dominate. To fulfill a specific role during sex—this composed, assertive, hypermasculine guy I’d worn like a filter throughout all my relationships because it was what I’d thought I had to do to keep my partner happy.
I hadn’t realized how much pressure it had been until Dani lifted it.
I lowered her onto the bed, Baxter thankfully nowhere in sight, and rocked into her once, pinning her to the mattress as I kissed her slow and deep. Her mouth chased mine, seeking more, but I didn’t give it to her.
Instead, I pulled away, her pout making my lips twitch as I stood. She’d had her time to play; now it was mine.
I worked her dress and panties over her hips, leaving her gloriously naked, the small mounds of her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths. My eyes drank in her slight curves and toned legs, following the soft line of her abdomen. She rubbed her thighs together as I kicked off my jeans, her eyes consuming me with equal hunger.
Once naked, I braced myself above her, not letting our bodies touch as I took in how beautiful she was—her skin flushed, lips swollen red, dark hair billowing around her face, framing those blue-green eyes.
She whispered her fingers along my chest and down my abs, making them clench as her touch drew close to where my cock strained for her.
Goose bumps lifted along my skin. Her eyes rose to mine, glinting in the light filtering in from the living room, and the openness of her gaze tightened my throat.
A slow smile spread over her lips. “Hi.”
I lowered to my forearms on either side of her head, pressing our bodies together, no barriers between us. “Hi.”
This, right here. This was what I wanted. No roles. No masks. No performances.
Just us.
I sank back into her one inch at a time, watching her eyes widen and mouth fall open as I rocked out slightly, then pushed in almost painfully slowly, wanting to draw this out as long as both of us could bear.
On my third thrust, I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, shaking with restraint. “Goddamn.” Her knees squeezed my hips, legs hooking around mine like she was trying to fuse herself to me.
“Please,” she moaned, hand clutching my hair as her head fell back.
I picked up my pace, no longer able to resist, the need to pump harder and faster growing with her every moan.
Sweat coated our skin. Our bodies slapped together, her wetness easing my way, driving me higher, my thrusts faster, until I could feel my climax closing in. It hovered just over my shoulder, ready to devour me. I refused to let go until she did.
I rose to one hand, tweaking her nipple with the other before dragging it down to circle her clit. Her head rolled to the side, eyes squeezing shut as her voice rose. “Jase. Jase . Oh God—” A tremble rolled through her, and then her muscles locked, back arching, mouth open, the pulsing of her perfect heat severing the last of my restraint.
“ Fuck .” I braced myself on both hands, snapping my hips, white flashing before my eyes as I buried myself in her and spilled into the condom. My arms gave out, and I collapsed on top of her, managing to hold myself up enough to not completely crush her.
When I’d caught my breath enough to form words, I asked, “Are you okay?”
She blew out a breath that turned into a chuckle, light and free, her belly moving against mine. It ended with a sigh. “I’m amazing.”
I smiled against her neck. “Yeah?” I lifted my head so I could meet her eyes.
Relaxed features gazed back at me, almost drowsy, a grin lighting up her face. She bit her lip as if to contain it and nodded.
“Amazing enough that you’d want to stay the night?” I asked.
“That depends.” She traced a finger over my shoulder. “Will there be breakfast in the morning?”
My lips rose higher. “Any requests?”
She gazed up at me through long, dark lashes. “Surprise me.”
I pressed my lips to hers once, then again, kissing her softly before finally pulling out. “Be right back.”
On my way to the bathroom, I spotted Baxter at his water bowl. I shot him a wink of gratitude for the privacy. The guy had a fresh tuna treat headed his way.
When I returned to the bedroom, Dani stretched from the bed and crossed to the door, rising on her toes to press a kiss to my cheek. “My turn.”
“I have an extra toothbrush you can use.”
She shot a smirk over her shoulder. “No need. I came prepared.”
I fought a grin. Of course, she had.
She returned a few minutes later without any makeup and crawled into bed beside me. I almost got hard all over again. I’d seen her without makeup before, but this felt different. How even now that we’d slept together, she didn’t feel the need to hide, no matter how thin the mask.
A perfect calm washed through me as we sank into the pillows, her head on my chest. I tried to think of the right thing to say to encapsulate this feeling seeping into every part of me, but no words did it justice.
Before I could get anything out, her limbs grew heavy and her breath slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep. It looked like I’d just have to show her instead.