Jason’s mouth trailed back up the inside of my thigh and rested against my belly as the last deep, pounding waves of my climax pulsed and ebbed. His fingers stayed where they were, stroking me slowly, building my need even as he released it. I was panting, my heart still racing… I wanted every inch of him in every possible way. My body was thrumming, my baby hormones making me lusty and bold. I slipped my leg out from under him and pushed him over onto his back, straddling his hips, my breasts rising and falling heavily.

He groaned and arched, the muscles in his neck forming thick cords. He was huge and powerful, chiseled from thick, broad shoulders down to his hard, veined loins. His cock stood rock solid, massive and slippery from his eagerness. My legs were spread over him and my soaking pussy only inches away. But I wasn’t letting him off so easily. I shifted down, sliding my breasts along his chest, letting my nipples rake his flesh. He’d given me sweet, delicious torture… now it was my turn.

“Now… pay attention,” I demanded, taking his huge, hot cock in my hands and leaning forward. I licked my lips and was rewarded with a strong, eager throb. “It’s your turn and I’d say you’ve earned it,” I teased, enjoying my sudden power.

“Holy fuck, Em…” he gasped out as I stroked him. I had both hands around his shaft and still couldn’t cover his entire length. The head of his cock was huge, dark and begging to be swallowed. But I started at the very base, slowly licking my way up… then puckered my lips tight… so he could push his way in…

He was like hot, slick velvet, sliding into my mouth and he sucked a ragged breath through his teeth. His shaft was pulsing fast, his heavy balls high and tight in my hands. His muscles strained under his skin as he fought to hold himself back. He was used to being the one in control…

“God, you’re hot… so fucking wet…” he gasped, taking my head in his hands. My hair splayed over his hips and he pumped a long, lusty stroke between my lips. I bobbed, using the muscles in my cheeks to work him and was rewarded with the silky taste of salt and earth. I swallowed and sucked again, heady, aching, needing more. It pushed me faster and I could feel his verging climax rolling like thunder under the surface…

“Jesus, sweetheart… slow, slow…” He took fistfuls of my hair and eased me off him, intense blue eyes shining down at me over the length of his body. “It’s been so long… too fucking long without you…” he said, his breath coming fast and harsh. “After all we’ve been through, I need to come inside you, babygirl.” He reared up, and in a heartbeat, had me on my back. His eyes dragged over my body, heavy lidded and seductive. “I need to see your face when I come… the look in your eyes… when I’m buried inside so much beauty…”

He pulled my bottom lip down with his thumb and teased my lips with his mouth, his tongue. One rough hand slipped down to cup a swollen breast and he lifted it to his mouth, sucking, warming my tight nipple into an aching marble of tender flesh. He kissed me, using his lips to explore the shape of my breasts, the curve of my waist. He loved me slowly, letting the heat build between us to the point of combustion. “I love you,” he whispered, low on my belly, just over my mound. “I love you both…”

Then he stroked his hands down my trembling legs, to take my ankles in his hands. He lifted me, spreading me so he could kiss my deepest folds. His hot tongue burned a path inside me and lapped over my clit like the perfect flame. Then he shifted on top of me, pressing his solid muscled chest to my yielding body. I wrapped my legs around hard, lean hips as my pussy met the head of his waiting shaft. And he stopped.

“Look at me,” he said, his pulse thrumming, his body shuddering with the depth of his need, “Let me see you when I fill you. Like this is our first time,” he said, “our first time all over again…”

He took my face in his hand, holding me tenderly, watching as he hilted himself inside me, his hot, thick shaft filling every tight inch. Wet, naked flesh echoed with the pounding of our hearts, each pulse of his cock sending a vibration straight to my clit. He rocked back, setting up a rhythm of short thrusts that lengthened and grew. Sweat trickled between my breasts and soaked the sheets underneath us. I bucked with my hips, demanding everything he had… all of him, every inch, every deep, hard thrust. I ground my desperate nub against him, fully cocked and aching for release. I burned with a hot fury that only his seed had the power to tame.

“My beautiful, hot… fucking… Ember,” he gasped.

And hot, fluid sensation carried me over the edge. He was deep inside me, buried and throbbing when our climax hit. We burst, shattering together as he covered me with his body, shuddering, flooding me with his release. My pussy clenched in rhythmic spasms, working his entire length. His mouth joined mine as he thrust on, in powerful wet strokes. I was shaking in his arms, my breath short and fast as he loved my body and whispered to my soul. I was limp, panting against his mouth by the time he slowed, and he rested his head in the cradle of my breasts.

I drank him in, bathed in his love, quenched… for the moment. I drew a long, satisfied breath and exhaled, holding his head, stroking his hair as our breathing grew steady and slow. We’d both sleep. For a while, at least. Until the smallest shift, a breath… or a touch kindled overwhelming need all over again.

For now, we were rendered by desire, purified by fire,

But deep beneath the surface, our embers burned strong.