I shrug a shoulder, even though he isn’t watching me. “I don’t like to sleep in them.”
When he opens his eyes, they’re locked on the apex of my legs and on every inch of bare skin he reveals. Finally, after what feels like the longest undressing ever, I’m left naked below the waist. “Fuck, you’re even more gorgeous than in my fantasies,” he states, his gaze meeting mine. “And I’ve been fantasizing...a lot.”
“What do you think about?” I ask as he drops to his elbows and positions himself between my legs.
“Eating your pussy.” His words are blunt—dirty—and make me even wetter. “Don’t move your hands. You hear me, sweets? You move those hands, and I stop.” He sticks out his tongue and swipes it through my folds. “Do you want me to stop?”
I gasp. “No, God, no, don’t stop.”
Jasper smirks.
And devours.
He licks and sucks on my swollen, wet flesh, setting my entire being on fire. I rock my hips, gyrating against his face, and seeking out more. Jasper adjusts his position, bringing his fingers into play. His index finger toys with my clit before slipping down and sliding into my pussy. Just as he pushes all the way inside, he sucks at my swollen clit, drawing it into his warm mouth.
“Oh my God!” I gape, pure pleasure coursing through me. I reach down and thread my fingers into his hair, needing to touch him.
As suddenly as the gratification started, it stops.
“What did I say?” His question is full of authority, and surprisingly, instead of turning me off, it does the opposite.
“I just wanted to touch you,” I argue, moving my hands back into place.
His eyes soften just a smidge, and the corner of his mouth ticks up. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll be balls-deep inside you in less than a second.”
“So?” I ask, holding my breath as he lowers his mouth. “I don’t think that sounds so bad at all.”
He chuckles, low and deep, against my clit, the sound vibrating through my body. “I’m going to make you come on my face before I bury myself inside this sweet pussy.”
Jeezus, this man can dirty talk. He’s like the gold standard of saying all the naughty words and making me lose my damn mind.
But dirty talking isn’t the only amazing thing he can do with his mouth. In under a minute, he has me racing toward the finish, teetering on the edge of euphoria. Jasper presses two thick fingers into my body and sucks my clit between his lips. The combination causes me to erupt like a volcano, blinding white light bursting behind my eyelids. Wave after wave of release rushes through my veins as my hips continue to rock and ride out the pleasure.
When my orgasm finally ebbs, I feel boneless against the soft bedding. My eyes are closed, and I’m pretty sure I’m smiling. My first orgasm in nearly two years that wasn’t induced by myself, and I’d say it was pretty magnificent.
Speaking of magnificent, I feel Jasper moving and crack open my eyelids. His hard chest is on full display, no longer wet with perspiration. His face, however, glistens like the night sky. As if sensing where my thoughts are directed, he grins wickedly and crawls up my body, placing his lips against mine. “You can move your hands now.”
My arms tingle as they lower and wrap around his shoulders. The kiss turns ravenous quickly, as I hitch my legs up on his hips, spreading myself wide open for him. His tongue delves deep into my mouth, an action mimicking sex. At least it feels like it to me. He’s making love to my mouth.
Except Jasper doesn’t make love.
He fucks.
And right now, his sights are set on me.
Jasper rips his lips from mine and slowly gets off the bed, in long, fluid movements, like a cat. He toes off his shoes, ripping his socks off and tossing them aside. “I really should take a shower,” he starts, but holds up his hand when I start to shake my head. “But I don’t think I can wait to be inside you.” Then, he hooks his long fingers under the waistband of his shorts and yanks them down in one swoop.
His cock is glorious. Long, thick, and hard, with veins running down the sides that make my mouth water. He reaches for the drawer in the nightstand and pulls a condom from within. Honestly, my brain is so scrambled right now, I wasn’t even thinking about protection. Thank God he had the forethought to make sure we’re prepared.
Once he’s sheathed, he returns to the bed, crawling between my legs and sitting on his haunches. His eyes move to the apex of my legs, his tongue slipping out and licking his lips. When he glances back up at me, his eyes are molten.
A shiver sweeps through my body in anticipation.
He helps me remove my pajama top before he grabs my wrists once more and places them over my head. “Hands up here, sweets. Remember, if you move them, I stop.”
With my arms up, he takes his position, running the head of his cock through my wetness. When he presses forward, inch by glorious inch, there’s a tinge of pain as my body stretches to accommodate him. He takes slow, skilled strokes, each one pressing farther into my body, until he’s finally fully seated. It borders on painful, but there’s no way I want him to stop.
“Breathe, sweets,” he whispers against my ear. As he runs his tongue along the shell, I gasp, greedily. “There. That’s better.”
I feel myself relax a bit, allowing him to move a little more freely. Jasper pulls himself back until just the head remains before thrusting forward once more. He fills me so completely, so perfectly, with one fluid motion it steals more than just the air I breathe. It steals my sanity and all control.
“Jesus, Lyndee,” he groans, methodically pushing inside my body and doing a little grinding move, putting pressure against my swollen clit. “You’re so fucking tight.”
There’s something about his words and the naughtiness they contain, that causes my core to tighten once more. I’ve never experienced dirty talk like this. Most guys from my past never said a word during sex, except one who grunted a lot and would yell “Yeah, Mama” when he came. After the second time of mid-sex awkwardness, and the fact that my own orgasms came later (after he left), we broke up.
I keep my hands over my head and rock my hips in rhythm, keeping pace with Jasper. He adjusts his position, moving my legs to his shoulders. My ankles barely lock around his neck, but the angle…oh God, the angle is heaven. I swear I can feel him all the way back to my spine.
“You have to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he proclaims, holding my hips and thrusting into me. “I could watch your tits bounce all day, every day, and never get tired of it.” He reaches up and cups one, tweaking the nipple with pressure before bringing his mouth down to lick and suck.
The movement causes my knees to practically hit my arms, sending him even deeper inside of me. Our joint groans of pleasure fill the room, as he pumps his hips with short, fast strokes.
I can feel another orgasm starting to build. Never in my life have I had two in one night, but never in my life have I ever experienced something so toe-curling, so all-consuming as getting naked with Jasper Kohlmann.
“You getting close again, sweets? I can feel you gripping my dick,” he mutters without breaking stride. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on his chest again, and my fingers itch to touch. But I also don’t want to move my hands and risk him stopping. With each thrust, I’m drawn closer and closer to coming for a second time in a short period.