The Sweetest Dance
He was pulling away. Amanda opened her eyes and she could tell that Jason was going somewhere else, somewhere inside of himself.
“No,” she whispered. She reached up and caressed his face. “Stay here with me. Right here, right now. We have everything.”
Surprisingly her whispered words, her voice husky with spent passion and renewed desire, brought him back. His eyes found her face and he allowed a small smile.
“That’s better. Stay here with me because I want you to take me. On the ground. From behind.”
Jason’s face changed, a wash of hot desire parting his lips. “I have a better idea.” He kissed her briefly before he pulled back. “I want you on top. In control. I want to watch you as you come again. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.”
A hot rush of heat flooded her cheeks and lower, a hard wave of molten desire spread up her thighs, making her legs weak. She knew how ready she was, how creamy and wet. Droplets of moisture pooled and slid down her thighs. She wanted Jason all over her. Covering her, using her, fucking her, harder and harder until they both saw stars. She wanted him in her mouth, his mouth on hers, taking her nipples, suckling her and nipping at her body.
His hunger for her was obvious in his stance. The moonlight reflected off his carved muscles. The black ink of his tattoos almost glowed. A chanced gaze into his blue eyes. Yes, he wanted her. The raw need there was plain to see. His hands curled around her waist, guiding her down to the ground on top of him.
Her pulse hammered hard. His masculine scent rose up around her, tickling her nose as she leaned against him and tucked her face into his neck. His skin was so very warm and soft there, the one part of him that wasn’t all carved granite or ridged from hard work. She loved the fresh scent of trees and earth, of male sweat and heady desire.
The length of his erection pressed into her belly. She could feel the pulsing of it already, so hard and full, waiting to be buried inside of her. Though she’d just had him she felt completely famished. Her hand brushed over his touch, caressing the soft smattering of hair.
Jason groaned and the sound was a straight aphrodisiac. “Take my cock in your hand and guide me inside of you. Slowly. I want you to fill yourself slowly and fill every single inch.”
Though his heady words swam through her brain, Amanda laughed softly. “I thought I was supposed to be the one in control.”
His fingers closed around the sleek, round globe of her breast in response. He squeezed gently before his fingers caressed the hardened peak of her nipple. A thousand shards of pleasure rippled through her body and she whimpered wantonly.
“You are in control. Even if I’m telling you what I want.”
She nearly shivered at the thought of being the one to dominate this huge man, to be the one to take Jason fully out of control, to the point of no return and bring him back.
Jason’s cock throbbed against her belly. Amanda felt a burgeoning rush of power sweep over her as she circled her hand around the thick shaft. He was warm, the skin like satin over the rigid steel underneath.
She did as he said and guided him between her legs. She rose up on her knees, his massive legs tucked between her spread hips. She held him there, not that he needed any help, and slowly, as he’d instructed, sunk down an inch. The thick head penetrated her pussy, sliding in easily as she was soaking wet. She closed her eyes, threw back her head and moaned at the exotic pressure he created in her stomach, her thighs, the rest of her body.
She sunk down another inch. She could feel the tremors in Jason’s legs as he fought hard to remain in control. Her eyes flickered open and she watched the warring emotions play over his face. Nothing, nothing in her life made her feel more powerful than the fact that she was the one giving this man pleasure. All his incredible strength was underneath her, bowing to her. She finally understood what it meant when people said that women had a secret power all of their own.
Jason’s hands closed around her hips. His eyes didn’t open, but he guided her, pulled her down slowly as his fingers bit into her flesh in the sweetest bruising way.
“God, Jason,” she panted as he sank the rest of the way into her. She took him deeper than she ever had before, opening for him, taking the entire length of his massive cock right to the hilt.
She didn’t need him to tell her to move. She swiveled her hips in a slow, burning grind that brought stars dancing before her vision. Jason’s hips bucked under hers. The heat of him inside of her increased, burning in a dazzling pattern of lightning and friction, of delicious tight pressure and white hot heat.
His hands slipped lower, going from her hips to her ass. He cupped the rounded swell of her flesh, helping her grind herself against balls as his own pelvis reared up and slammed into hers. He withdrew, lifting her off as easily, before guiding her back down to fill herself up yet again.
He continued the onslaught, pistoning hard below her, guiding her with his hands, grinding her, filling her, pumping wildly and rhythmically in turns.
Amanda lifted her hand to her hair. She wrapped her fingers in the silken mass as she rode Jason. She didn’t need to tell her body what to do. Her natural instincts took over. Her thighs trembled and her sensitive breasts jarred hard with every single movement. Her entire body came alive until she was floating, floating up into those stars that they’d come out to watch.
Her climax burst over her sharp and hot, harder than she’d ever remembered feeling it. She cried out her pleasure to the stars, to the inky black sky above, to the tree tops and the whispering wind, the softly sloughing grass and the meandering creek.
She was still riding high, tumbling on waves of hard, hot pleasure when Jason gripped her hips and lifted her away. She nearly cried out in protest, at the feel of him being taken so cruelly from her body when she still trembled for him and craved him, but he shifted her, guided her down.
Her eyes flew open and she watched his large hand curl over his cock. He caressed it once, twice, smearing his juices and her own before he guided her mouth to him. She took him eagerly, savoring the sharp tang of her own musk and the more masculine, overriding taste that overrode it all.
She took his thickness to the back of her throat, suckling him eagerly, until he pulled back a fraction. His body clenched hard right before he started to shake. The host bursts of his climax poured over her tongue, salty and earthy. Amanda’s heart pounded rapidly as she drank him down. She’d never done this for him before. Never once had she taken him like this. She loved it. Loved the taste of him, the intimacy of the act, the way he trembled underneath of her and in her mouth.
He eventually pulled away, the aftershocks of what they’d just done still coursing through them both. Her body convulsed against his, sweetly, a little painfully. It was a soreness she’d never get tired of.
Jason shifted, wrapping her up in his strong embrace. His arms closed around her, fitted her against him so her bottom pressed into his pelvis.
“I thought we were supposed to be watching the stars,” she whispered, staring across the clearing to the woods beyond.
“I would rather watch you.”
His words were honest without any of the humor she expected. Amanda closed her eyes. They hardly knew each other, but this felt so right. All of it. Even if she knew nothing else for sure, she knew, with certainty, that this was the only place she wanted to be in the entire world.