Laurel
Jason presses his lips to my shoulder … my collarbone and my neck. His kisses are like the first faint touches of a cool breeze, inciting bumps on my skin.
They’re the calm before the powerful storm to follow, and they mean my dry spell is about to be quenched.
My nipples pebble, a throbbing sensation following, so I grip the sheet to calm my eagerness. Seeing how he’s affecting me, his lips part, and he massages my breast.
He moves his hand to the other one and pinches my nipple. Whimpering, I instinctually tilt my pelvis, the greediness forming, my body craving more of his spine-tingling touch.
I notice how erect his cock is as it presses against my thigh. He skims his fingers down my stomach, and I flinch, soon feeling them thrust into me.
Sensational is how Jason makes me feel. It’s as if he’s the jumper cables bringing my body back to life after the misery I was wallowing in.
I had no idea how far I’d sunk until he flashed me his charming grin and touched my cheek in the library.
Exhaling a harsh breath, he kisses on my neck while moving his fingers faster. I tilt my head back as the pleasure builds.
“I have to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear. Removing his fingers from me, he reaches behind him to grab a condom off his nightstand.
Tearing the foil pack with his teeth, Jason shifts to his back to put on the latex.
The coolness I feel from his absence against my skin is telling of how much I desire his touch. I’ve become comfortable with him faster than I ever expected, and I don’t wish to fight it another day.
Covering my body with his, he ducks his head and takes my breast into his mouth. He sucks and teases my nipple, nipping at it and pulling it outward before letting it pop free.
He does the same to the other one, and the unyielding attention he’s giving my tits makes my longing that much stronger.
“Please, Jason…” Lifting his head, he stares at me like a hungry animal.
“I’ve fantasized about this for so long that I could easily get carried away.” He kisses my lips softly, and I open my mouth for him, needing him to get carried away.
He tastes every inch of it, but I sense how he’s trying to slow down. He’s being gentle and cautious, and maybe that’s why I trust him to be aggressive and domineering.
I feel a dire need for him to ravish me, to take what he insists he’s wanted for years. I open my legs so he’ll sink between them. “It’s OK to let go with me. I’m craving it, too.”
The lust in his eyes intensifies before his mouth engulfs mine. He gives me the passionate kiss I’ve been seeking as he pushes his cock into me.
Yes…
Our moans of instantaneous pleasure collide… Pulling back, he plunges deeper, and I open my legs wider, wanting him to fill me to the hilt during every thrust. Inhaling sharply, he shuts his eyes.
“Fuck, I’m balls-deep in you, and nothing has ever felt so good.” He lifts his body, putting more weight on his forearms, and as he fucks me harder, deeper, faster … I tip over the cliff.
The orgasm pummels me with immense pleasure, the sensations so intense that I clamp down on his cock repeatedly.
Jason falls over the edge, too, his climax mingling with mine as we freefall. While the ecstasy rips through his body, he leans his head back and breathes loudly through his nose, seeming overwhelmed by the power of it all.
And I’m overwhelmed, too, feeling scary yet wonderful things I’ve never felt before.
He comes back to me and stares down with his stunning blue eyes. I see the way words teeter on his lips as he opens and shuts his mouth.
Although he doesn’t speak, his wrinkled forehead and intense gaze convey that there’s a paramount thought racing through his head. What could it be?
He gives me a swift kiss before moving off me and lying on his back. I listen to our choppy breaths while obsessing over what he could be thinking.
Deciding to be the bold one, I turn on my side and cover his pounding chest with my hand.
“For me that was … wow,” I say. He rubs his forehead as he stares at the ceiling. Shit. “Oh, my god, you don’t feel the same. I mean, I’m out of practice, but I didn’t think I read this wron—”
His lips smother my words as he pulls me onto his slick body, leaving us chest to chest. Once he’s kissed me thoroughly, he slides a hand into my hair.
“Stop. It was perfect, which I’m not used to, so I needed a second...” He smiles. “Not to mention, I thought I was dying there for a minute. I can’t recall a time I was more lightheaded.”
I grin at him. “Really? You’re not just saying that to prevent me from punching you in the face?”
His eyes widen. “Damn, chick. I’ll remember not to piss you off.”
I recall the day he did piss me off, and I can’t help but swat his chest.
“You acted like you had no clue who I was the day I found you with Angie and Sabrina, yet you told me tonight that you’ve wanted me for years. Which is it?”
“Right… Sorry about that.” Massaging my scalp, he stares above me uncomfortably. “This is hard to say, but after seeing how angry you were at me, I didn’t want you know how I felt about you. I was ashamed, so acting like I didn’t know you seemed easier at the time.”
I bite my lip, and he braves a look at me.
“OK, but if you cared about me, why were you even with them in my apartment?”
“I swear I had no idea you lived with them. I never would’ve done that here had I known.”
“Why did you do it period if you wanted a chance with me?”
His expression becomes a look of pain, and a part of me feels bad for pushing the topic.
“Your roommates were filling a void, boosting back my confidence. When I spoke with you at the library, I was nervous, which made me act like an asshole, so I began doubting myself, wondering if I deserved to be with you.
“Every time I tried to talk to you, I fucked it up, but once Sabrina told me they were moving out, it seemed like fate. At that moment, I decided I’d do whatever it took to make you mine.”
“That’s revealing … and sweet.”
“The women before you were a distraction and satisfying my sexual needs until I grew the fuck up and felt I could be the man you deserved.
“Maybe that makes me more of a selfish asshole, but if my behaving that way means I can now be in a serious relationship with the girl I’ve always wanted, then I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Gripping more of my hair, he furrows his brow. “I keep praying you’ll forget my past and envision our future.”
“I’ll admit, there’s a little voice in the back of my head telling me not to buy into your words, but my heart says something entirely different. I believe you, and it’s not only because I want to.
“I can tell you’re a good person, one I want to know better.” I give an impish smile. “Have you been trying to say you want to be my boyfriend?”
“I pretty much forced you to live with me, so what do you think?” His cheeks redden.
“Wow. I went from no boyfriend to living with my boyfriend. You really do get what you want.”
“Always, but I was never sure when it came to you.”
Sitting up, I rub against his naked body. He closes his eyes as his cock grows beneath me.
“Well, you can feel certain now. I’m all yours if you’ll have me.”
His eyes flip open, and he grins, grabbing my hips in the process.
“Really?”
“Yes, but I do need to tell you about my dad, and I don’t know how you’ll feel about me afterward.”
“You’re not him. You’re fucking amazing, and I’d never judge you for his actions. You can tell me tomorrow...” He digs his fingertips against my hips and moves his pelvis. “Right now, I need you to ride me.”