“So close,” I whisper, closing my eyes and just feeling. I can feel everything. His hands, his cock moving methodically in and out of my body, the way he grinds down on my clit with each pump of his hips.
“I want to feel you come,” he demands, gripping my hips in his big hands and thrusting hard. “Strangle my cock.” He reaches with one hand and swipes his thumb across my clit, causing the most glorious orgasm to sweep through my body.
I cry out, white light filling my vision, as I come for a second time. I can feel my body gripping his shaft, but he continues to move, drawing out my release until I’m boneless and completely spent.
But I’m given no time to rest.
Jasper still moves inside of me, and it’s only then that I realize he didn’t get off. When my eyes crack open and meet his, they’re still full of fire and passion, and that’s when I know.
We’re not finished.
Not even close.
He pulls out, causing me to whimper at the loss of his body inside of mine. He covers me from head to toe with his much bigger, much stronger body, and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss. Every ounce of energy I lost during that second orgasm returns with a fervor and a demand. I’ve barely come back down from the clouds, and I need more.
When he finally releases my mouth, it’s to help me move. I’m on my elbows and knees before I even know what’s happening, my legs automatically parting for him. He takes his place behind me, and any qualms I have about being in this position fly right out the window when he pushes forward.
Big hands grip my hips tightly as he moves fast and hard. I try to stay quiet, really I do, so I bury my face in the pillow to help conceal my moaning. Our bodies make a slapping sound as he pumps into me, his grunts barely muffling the noise, but I don’t care. I can’t think about anyone hearing us right now.
All I can do is feel.
And what I feel is a third orgasm building.
He’s so fucking deep, hitting that magical spot inside my body over and over again until my third release starts not long after the second one ended. I can’t breathe. I’m flying, euphorically and blindly.
I feel his cock grow thicker moments before he slams into me and pauses. I swear I can feel his orgasm ricochet through me as he comes, my name spilling from his lips.
Eventually, his hips finally stop moving. We fall together in a heap of limbs and heavy breathing onto the bed, my body spent. My brain doesn’t work.
I’m officially too sexed to think.
After several minutes, I feel Jasper adjust his position and get off the bed. I know this is the part where I need to get up myself and head back to the guest room, but I can’t seem to make myself move. Soon. I’ll get up soon.
He returns a few minutes later and wipes off my thighs with a towel. I crack open my eyes, expecting to be escorted back to where I belong, but am surprised when he slips back into his large, comfy bed. Instead of asking me to leave, he practically lifts me off the comforter and against his hot body. Jasper adjusts us so my head rests on his chest before wrapping us in warmth.
I sigh in contentment.
“Why do you call me that?” I whisper, exhaustion knocking on the door.
“What?”
“Sweets.”
I can practically feel his grin as he slides his hand down my side. “Because you always smell like sugar. Plus, now that I’ve tasted you, I can confirm you taste as sweet as sugar too.”
“Oh.”
Wow.
Jasper swipes hair off my forehead and settles his hand on my back, and that’s all it takes. I’m drawn into sweet slumber with my body securely pressed against his. I know it’s wrong. I know I should leave. But I don’t.
I can’t.
All I want is to grab on to whatever moments he’s offering and hold on with both hands.
I’ll deal with the rest when we wake.
Chapter Nineteen
Jasper
I wake up at four, fully rested. I expect the familiar fatigue and drowsiness to appear, but it doesn’t. Even after my grueling run just a few hours ago, I find myself feeling refreshed, my battery completely recharged.
And I know why.
I turn and catch a glimpse of the woman still snuggled in the crook of my arm. Even in the darkened room, I can see her dark hair fanned out across the pillow and the way her mouth forms the cutest little “O” as she sleeps tranquilly. My cock actually jumps with anticipation as images of it filling that sweet little mouth come to mind.
Except now’s not the time.
She needs to get ready for work.
Instead of waking her, however, I find myself watching her sleep and replaying every second of our time together, from the moment I looked up and found her standing in the doorway, watching me, to the view I enjoyed of watching her perfect, round ass bounce as I fucked her from behind. That’s an image I won’t forget anytime soon.
It wasn’t just the sex that contributed to my restful sleep. It was the woman. Holding her, watching her drift off, was the most peaceful I’ve felt in years, if ever. There’s no doubt in my mind that Lyndee was the reason I was able to get a couple of hours of good sleep.
Glancing at the alarm on my nightstand, I realize she’s out of time. Hell, she’s probably already running behind. I gently roll to my side, carefully dislodging myself from beneath her. Brown eyes slowly open, and there’s a moment where she startles before recognition settles in. “Hi,” she whispers, her voice gravelly and low.
“Morning. I didn’t want to wake you since you were sleeping so peacefully, but it’s after four,” I tell her, reaching over and swiping a strand of hair from her cheek. The warmth of her skin sets my blood pumping.
“Shit,” she mumbles, closing her eyes for a brief second. “I need to go.”
“I figured,” I reply, though make no move to get up out of bed. I also don’t try to think too hard about why I like waking up beside her as well.
She jumps up, her nipples instantly pebbling the moment the comforter drops. My dick twitches and gets all excited as I take in the bounce, recalling the way they filled my hands very early this morning. “I should,” she starts, waving her thumb toward the door.
“You could shower here, if you wanted.”
She seems to consider my offer, but only for a second. “Actually, all of my stuff is down the hall. It would probably be easier to just go shower there.”
Ignoring the disappointment that creeps in, I cover it with a quick nod. “That makes sense. I’ll run down and start a pot of coffee,” I state, slipping out of my bed and walking toward the closet.
Lyndee pauses halfway to the door, her eyes watching me. Specifically, on my cock. It’s half-hard and only getting harder with each passing second.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’ll never get to the bakery.” There’s heat in my voice, a desire that can’t be masked.
She glances up, her cheeks blushing a cute pink. “Sorry.”
I chuckle. “Don’t apologize, sweets. Clearly, I want you just as badly,” I state, pointing down at my ready-to-go dick.
She scurries from the room, grabbing her pajama pants and top on her way, leaving me standing naked in my closet. I toss on a T-shirt and pair of flannel pants and tie the drawstring around my waist. Once I’m dressed, I head to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth.