Chapter 2
Amanda
Amanda bent her head like she was going to kiss Jason, but at the last second she ducked away, tucking her face into the curve of his neck. She breathed in his rich, heady masculine scent, filling her lungs, her spirit, her heart with the familiar scent of the man she loved so very much. She licked him gently, right below his earlobe, since she knew he wouldn’t expect it and followed up the action with her teeth. She scraped them over his skin, biting gently. He jerked, and a tremor shot through him, which she felt echoed right up into her own thighs.
She reached down, between them and gripped his cock firmly in her hand. She was rewarded with Jason’s sharp intake of breath and an animal moan a second later when she guided him to her panties. They were soaked with the juices of her own arousal.
The sharp, dusky womanly scent of her body rose up to meet her as she sat up straighter. She used her free hand to push her panties to the side before she guided Jason’s cock through her slick folds, to her entrance.
He groaned, his body going rigid beneath her. He waited, expected her to take him inside of her. instead, she hesitated. She liked the feel of him there, warm and thick, pressed up against her so intimately.
A rock of her hips tilted her away. She arched forward, bringing her body back to him, his cock back to her entrance. He was coated in her juices, and probably his own. She was so wet that she felt the liquid on her thighs, tracing a slick pattern lower.
His fingers dug into her hips, a silent signal that he was ready, that he wanted her. It was his version of the pleas she uttered so many times.
She slid his cock over her slick folds again, bucking her hips teasingly. She looked at his face when she did it. She’d never seen that sheer craving on his face before. It twisted his features, flattened his lips and left a blush of color riding high on his cheeks.
Amanda finally had mercy, but only because the own painful pounding of her body was too acute to ignore. She wanted Jason inside herself as badly as he wanted her to take him. She wanted him filling her, pulsing inside of her. She needed the release of the terrible pressure that built and spooled in her belly and turned her blood to a slow coagulation of want.
“Fuck,” Jason groaned when she finally moved him back to her entrance.
She sunk down just an inch, taking just the tip of his cock inside. He was so warm, so alive, that her body responded instantly. It had always been that way, the sheer, hard need. The desperate want. The wild craving. She was determined to go slow, to enjoy every single second of it right until the end. So often she lost her mind, lost her ability to think altogether.
Not this time. Just this once, she was going to savor every single movement.
She sunk down slowly, her movements tightly controlled. She continued slowly all the way inside, trembling as she sunk down. Each inch was like a new discovery, like the first time she’d ever had him inside. He stretched her, filled her with his thickness, pulsed inside of her so deliciously.
It took every inch of her self-control not to move. Not to grind herself against him, to rock hard, to set a rhythm that would have them both sweating and screaming out their pleasure into the silent stillness of the room.
Jason’s hips bucked below her. Clearly he had the same idea, but she tightened her thighs around his legs, locking in, refusing to ride along with his movements. He groaned, the utterance filled with all the pain in the world.
The tight heat coiled in her belly drove her forward. She set a slow pace, angling her hips, pulsing gently, rising up before sliding back down in a slow grind that made them both see stars.
Those calloused hands guided her hips along, swaying with her movements, digging in almost painfully.
Their breathing turned to raspy shudders of air and she rode him, taking him deeper with every single rock of her hips. He hit spots that she swore she’d never felt before. She closed her eyes and reached out, dug her fingers into the hard muscle of Jason’s shoulder. Her nails bit into his flesh as her hips bucked harder, grinding and riding, bucking and rocking in a violent sway. She craved the noise of their union, the raspy grunts, the hard breaths, the moans torn from their throats, the slick rock of flesh meeting flesh as they joined and came apart and joined again.
It was amazing. It was utterly perfect. Amanda rocked harder, swaying back and forth, grinding her clit into Jason as he filled her with thrusts of his own. His hands worked her hips endlessly and she let him. Giving in wasn’t losing control. She knew full well, though her eyes were closed and she was losing herself, giving into the coiling heat, the explosion of sensation, the light behind her closed eyes, that she was still the one in charge.
Their breathing became even more erratic, the sounds more animalistic, the whines and the groans and the moans all indistinguishable from one to the other.
There was just pleasure. Sheer, hot pleasure, filling up every single space inside her heart, her body, her head…
She arched wildly when the pleasure burst over her. She blossomed, rocked out of control, reached her peak at the same time Jason did. She rocked and rocked, her hips swaying wildly on a will completely of their own accord. The vibrations ripped through her, spasms that were terrifying and uncontrollable and utterly blissful.
Amanda trembled with the force of it. Jason shook beneath her for a few minutes longer until he calmed. He moved his hands up her back as he arched off the bed. He leaned forward to embrace her and their lips met, their mouths crushing and tangling and bruising and she knew that was just the start. He clung to her long after the kiss ended and she tucked her face again into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. She felt the ties of the connection that had always bound them. She felt sewn together with him, interwoven. He held her longer than normal. She knew he felt it too.
When she finally pulled away and opened her eyes, she looked into Jason’s face. “Well, husband, what would you like to do now?”
“Do?” Jason’s mouth fell open in question.
She laughed softly, entertained at his misunderstanding. “I hear they have a really good beach volleyball court here. Rent a kayak maybe? Go for dinner?”
He finally caught on that she hadn’t been talking about leaving the room at all. His grin lit up the room. “Minx,” he said for the second time that afternoon. He swatted her bottom playfully. “I don’t know what I want to do next. There are so many things and so little time…”
“We have all day.”
“We have eternity. And I plan to use every single second.”
“That would-” she had intended on retorting back something equally as playful but her words were swallowed up by his kiss. She relaxed into it, all too ready to let him take her, lead her, teach her once again. He was right. They had eternity and she was going to love every single second.
The End