Chapter 33
EILEEN
I’m back at the scene of the crime. This time we’re both sober and still craving each other as much as we were last night.
“Are you sure about this?” His warm breath caresses my hair.
I stifled a groan as his hands slide down my bare arms. His simple touch turns me on. His fingers touching the skin around my waist feel like fire burning me from the inside out. I’m always cautious with everything I do, but when it comes to his lips, his touch… I just want to surrender myself.
“Eileen.” The sound of my name coming out from his lips is like a silken caress. I clench my legs as I feel a pulse of pleasure between them. “What are you doing to me?”
Jason slides his hand under my chin, lifting it and slightly tugging me against him. He kisses me on the mouth with heated, seeking lips. It’s deep, branding my soul with his strong, demanding lips. My fingers curl into his chest as my breath catches in my throat.
He makes my heart beat faster, and I should run because this feeling absolutely terrifies me. But I also feel so alive, more alive than I have ever felt.
Jason tugs his mouth away and looks down at me. My hands slide down his belly toward his hips. I needed more than just this kiss. The aching throb between my legs continues to build just by the feel of his body, and how it perfectly molds against mine.
“You’re overdressed,” I mention with a low voice.
“We couldn’t have that now, could we?” he says suggestively.
He pulls his sweater off. The shirt comes off next and he tosses it onto the floor. The jeans drop down to his ankles along with his boxers.
I stare at him open mouthed. He… There are no words to explain how handsome this man is. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Muscled arms.
Every inch of him corded, and his hard, erect cock is a sight I never want to forget.
I wish I could keep this moment, or at least the memory of being with him, forever.
If I could only choose a few to preserve in my heart after this is over.
They would be the warmth of his body, the sound of his heartbeat, and his scent.
“Stay with me,” he says, bringing me back into the now.
How could I be thinking of what’s to come when I have his gorgeous body right in front of me?
I reach out and touch his thick length, tracing it with my fingertips.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says. “I’ve been wanting to rip this dress off you since you got dressed in the closet.
He reaches around me, fumbling with the zipper and letting it drop. “What do you want tonight?” He kisses the corner of my lips. His fingers unfastening my bra while the other hand is pushing my underwear down.
I stiffen and moan as two of his fingers plunge inside me.
“I can’t get enough of you—uh, of this I mean,” he says. “If I could, I’d listen to your throaty moans all day long.”
His hand moves slow.
He’s careful.
His warm lips meet mine. My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingers stretching my insides and his tongue brushing against mine. Electricity runs down my spine.
We kiss fast, long and hard. My brain and my nerves are a knotted jumble of sensations I can’t understand, but I want to experience them. His mouth kisses the corner of my mouth and runs down my jaw. He lowers his head. I gasp when his lips trace my breasts.
I shiver as he licks my swollen peaks and then takes one nipple into his warm mouth. Both of his hands are now kneading my globes. His long hard suck of my nipple unravels me and makes me frantic with passionate need.
Something inside me burns. He feels so new and yet familiar. I can’t understand how being with him makes me feel free and yet bound to him. Though I crave his touch everywhere, I want him inside me desperately.
“I want more,” I say between breaths.
“Hold on,” he says gruffly, releasing my breasts.
He retrieves a condom, slipping it on with ease. He sits at the edge of the bed and says, “You’re in charge.”
I inhale, letting it out as I take his hand and let him pull me on top of him. We sit down on the bed, his hard length pressing against my center. He kisses my bare shoulder pressing me tight against him. Then, he nips his way to my bottom lip, nibbling it and dipping his tongue into my mouth.
When his tongue meets mine, a throaty moan escapes me. I swear, I feel him smiling as he kisses me, but he never breaks contact.
Oh, but how much I love his tongue. It’s teasing, playful and loving, just like him.
While we kiss, we move slowly so I end up on top of his granite shaft. I close my eyes and place my hands on his shoulders as we align our bodies. Slowly, I lower myself onto his erection.
I feel every inch of him filling me, stretching my insides until I’ve taken all of him inside me. Our gazes meet. His eyes are soft and tender. His expression vulnerable.
As he wraps his arms around my waist, I begin to move up and down. We find our rhythm, it’s just so easy… we just click. His mouth captures one breast as I bounce on top of him. He flicks my hard pearl twice before sucking it hard.
Pleasure shoots through my entire body. He throbs inside me, and I tighten my muscles, clenching his cock, and enjoying his grunt in response.
Our movements become frantic. Our two bodies become one, soaring as we climb up a mountain. Together, we scream out one another’s name in unison as we reach the peak and touch the furthest star in the galaxy.
The explosion suddenly tears me apart.
It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels like every good moment that’s ever transpired has been leading up to this one.
He lays back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around me, pulling my body down with his. I’m boneless. Butter melted by the heat of his body. This… this is so good.
He’s so good.
Maybe we can make this work out. Friends who fuck. Friends who sometimes see each other naked and don’t have to consider anything deeper than that.
Maybe even friends who decide they’re sick of looking for other friends and move in together and decide to be best friends forever.
I could live with being just his friend, if he’d let me.
I hear him whisper something, I’m just too tired to make out the words, and I fall into a deep sleep.
This will probably work out…
Maybe.