Chapter 59 #2
The heat in my face intensified despite everything we had already done together, which only made his grin widen. Jasper apparently found my ability to become embarrassed after initiating something endlessly entertaining.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re impressed with yourself.”
“I didn’t do shit. I was asleep.”
“That has never stopped you from taking credit for something before.”
His laugh filled the small bedroom, low and warm, and something in my chest loosened at the sound.
There was no urgency behind any of this.
Nobody was coming through the door. No one needed us.
For the first time since I could remember, I wasn’t measuring the morning against whatever had to happen next.
The teasing disappeared almost immediately.
His hand slid along my side beneath the sheet, slow enough that I could feel every place his fingers passed. Jasper kissed me, and I moved closer without thinking, my leg sliding between his as the warmth in my body shifted into something heavier.
Even after the last few days, the way he kissed me still felt like a discovery.
Billy had kissed me because kissing was what came before everything else.
Jasper kissed me like it mattered on its own.
He could spend forever doing nothing but that, apparently content to learn every reaction he could pull from me before moving on. The patience used to make me nervous. Now it made me greedy.
I curled my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer.
He smiled against my mouth.
“There she is.”
I bit his lower lip
Jasper lifted his head. “Did you just fuckin’ bite me?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s my girl.”
I laughed softly, but the sound disappeared when he kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my toes curl. His hand moved from my side to my hip, then lower, fingers tracing patterns on my thigh that made me shift restlessly against him.
“Jasper,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Tell me what you want, Cher.”
The question should have embarrassed me. A month ago, it would have. But I was learning that Jasper asked because he genuinely wanted to know, not because he was testing me or trying to make me uncomfortable.
“Touch me,” I said quietly.
His eyes darkened. “Where?”
I took his hand and guided it between my legs, and the smile that curved his mouth was absolutely wicked.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers sliding through the evidence of my arousal. “All from suckin’ my cock?”
His crude words made heat flood my face, but I couldn’t deny the truth of them. I had been turned on from the moment I’d decided to surprise him; and feeling him come apart beneath my mouth had only intensified the ache between my legs.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Fuck, I love you.”
He kissed me again while his fingers explored, finding the places that made me gasp and returning to them with deliberate attention. I could feel myself getting wetter, my hips moving against his hand without conscious thought.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Show me what you like.”
He was already learning—the way my breathing changed, the sounds I made, how my body tensed or relaxed under his touch. Every response became part of his understanding of what I needed.
When his thumb found my clit, I couldn’t stop the sound that escaped.
“There?” he asked, though the satisfaction in his voice suggested he already knew the answer.
“Yes.”
He circled slowly, maintaining just enough pressure to make me squirm but not enough to push me over the edge. It was maddening and perfect and I wanted more.
“Jasper, please.”
“Please what, Ma Belle?”
“More.”
“More of this?” He increased the pressure slightly, and I nodded frantically. “Or more of this?” Two fingers slid inside me, and I gasped at the sudden fullness.
“Both,” I managed. “Everything.”
His laugh was low and dark. “Greedy girl.”
But he gave me what I asked for, his thumb working my clit while his fingers moved inside me, finding that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I could feel the tension building, my body tightening around his fingers, and I grabbed his shoulder for something to hold onto.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Come on my fingers, Cher.”
The words combined with the relentless pressure of his thumb pushed me over the edge. I came with his name on my lips, my body clenching around his fingers as pleasure rolled through me in waves.
He didn’t stop immediately—just kept working me through the aftershocks until I finally pushed his hand away, oversensitive and trembling.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting me without any self-consciousness.
The sight made something clench low in my belly despite having just climaxed.
Jasper noticed, of course. He noticed everything.
“Want more?” he asked, positioning himself between my legs.
I nodded, already reaching for him.
He entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him deeper. The fullness was perfect, the slight stretch exactly what I needed.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
He started moving, slow and deep, and I matched his rhythm instinctively. This was different from our wedding night—less desperate, more deliberate. We had time now. No one was waiting. No one was coming.
“Touch yourself,” Jasper said, his voice rough. “Want to feel you come around my cock.”
I hesitated for only a second before sliding my hand between us, finding my clit and circling it the way he had shown me. The dual sensation—him inside me, my fingers on my clit—was almost overwhelming.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, his hips snapping harder. “So fuckin’ good, takin’ what you need.”
The tension built faster this time. my body already primed from the first orgasm. I could feel him getting harder inside me, could hear his breathing becoming ragged, and I knew he was close too.
“Come with me,” I whispered.
His eyes locked on mine, and something passed between us—understanding, trust, love—and then we were both falling. I felt him pulse inside me as my own orgasm crashed through me, and the intimacy of coming together, watching each other, completely vulnerable was almost more than I could process.
He collapsed beside me afterward, pulling me against his chest, and we lay there catching our breath.
“Good morning,” I finally said.
His laugh rumbled through his chest. “Best fuckin’ mornin’ of my life.”
I smiled against his skin, feeling satisfied and loved and completely content.
“Mine too.”
That was what intimacy with Jasper had become.
A conversation without needing words for every question.
When he did ask, his voice was low against my ear. “You good, Cher?”
I turned my face toward his and kissed him instead of answering immediately. “Very.”
His eyes searched mine for another second anyway.
That should have annoyed me.
Instead, it made warmth spread somewhere deeper than desire.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Something shifted in his expression.
Jasper had heard me say it before, but somehow those three words still affected him every time. His forehead rested against mine, and for a moment, he stopped moving entirely.
“Love you too, Ma Belle.”
Then he kissed me again, and there was nothing careful about the emotion behind it as the morning disappeared around us.