“Ah, suck it hard.”
She did. It shouldn’t get her so hot, to watch him, so focused on her eyes and her mouth. To hear him give orders. To taste him as arousal grew. To feel him twitch and harden.
The fingers wrapped in her hair tightened with a gentle tug.
“Yeah. Suck it like that,” he groaned.
His hips began to move, a limited back and forth, but the hand that wasn’t in her hair began to run up and down his own body. Over his pecs, his abs, down the crease of his groin. Lost in the moment, he explored himself while she sucked on him, and it was the hottest thing to see his hand move over his chest.
Her hand joined her lips, her saliva easing the motion.
Faster.
Harder.
Sucking deeper.
“Ah, fuck. Yes.” Jase sucked in a gulp of air. “Stop, turn around, give me your pussy.”
When she’d done as he’d asked, she pressed her lips to his dick again just as his tongue lapped her from front to back, and, dear God, if the move didn’t make her gasp. Previous lovers had been almost timid about the act. But with his hard probing tongue, focused on her clit, Jase devoured her.
Reciprocating was hard. Not because she didn’t want to, but because of the intensity of his actions and the effect it was having on her body. She cupped his balls as she sucked him, feeling his groan vibrate as he thrust his tongue inside her. With a knuckle, she rubbed the space behind his balls. “Ah, fuck, Cerys,” he gasped. “Yeah. Do that.”
She loved the shameless way he expressed himself. She’d never considered herself particularly shy when it came to sex, but Jase . . . He just threw himself body and soul into it.
He slid a finger into her, then another, and Cerys rocked against him. “Oh, God,” she cried, letting Jase’s erection slip from her mouth. “I’m going to come.”
And she did. In a glorious explosion that made her tighten and release and gasp.
“I can totally feel that. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
The feel of Cerys’s walls tightening around his fingers made his dick weep and his heart clench. He loved every sound she made, every movement she claimed when she came.
And now he wanted, no needed, to experience it around his cock.
He rubbed his hands around the cheeks of her arse, wondering what it would take to get her to let him fuck her there too. When he said he wanted to experience everything about her, he meant it.
He loved sex.
He loved fucking a woman.
He loved the give and the take.
But this, with Cerys. It passed into a fucking spiritual realm.
“I need a condom,” he said, tapping her arse so he could get to the bathroom and back to her wet warmth straight away.
Cerys flopped onto the bed, her breasts bouncing around as she did so.
Fuck.
Those breasts. Not huge. Shit. If he fucked them, he’d probably need some help from his own hands, but he wanted them more than if they’d been big. He placed his hands on either side of her head and kissed her.
“You taste like me,” he groaned.
“You taste like me. I like it.” She smiled at him. A proper fucking smile. A genuine one. No fake pouty lips, no pretence. Just her.
“Unexpected,” he muttered against her lips, before pushing off the bed to go to the bathroom.
When he turned on the light and stepped inside, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. After looking at his surly reflection for so many years, it was almost a surprise to see he was smiling. A genuine one, like Cerys’s.
Unexpected.
After finding his condoms, he put one on and took two more to put on the bedside table. Once wasn’t going to be enough.
“Ready, babe?”
Cerys slowly opened her legs, the only answer he needed. She was wet, from her orgasm, from his tongue. He’d given her that. He ran his hand over his jaw and realised he probably should have shaved before going to town on her like that. But she hadn’t complained.
He grinned as he crawled over her, placing kisses on her soft stomach, her ribs, the curve of her breast, the side of her neck. Hovering over her, he studied her face. Really studied it, taking it all in. The ice blue of her eyes, the flecks of green, the long dark lashes. The way her hair lay over the bedding, dishevelled in that sexy-as-fuck way. The splotchy flush across her chest, which told him he was doing everything right.
He’d not been an asshole to the women he slept with. He’d made sure they’d gotten off before he did, but it had often felt transactional. And he’d been great at getting women from A to Z as quickly as possible. All with the sole intent of being able to get off himself.
But with Cerys, her experience mattered more than his own.
She mattered.
“You getting everything you need?” he asked.
“I just need you.”
“Good answer.”
Cerys wrapped her arms around him, and he lowered himself, using one hand to ease into her as he did so.
“Jesus, babe,” he gasped as he inched deeper. She was so ready for him. Feelings clattered through him like an out-of-control freight train. She was home. His home. He’d finally found his place in the universe. And goddamn was she tight around him, squeezing him in a way he knew would multiply when she came, and he couldn’t fucking wait. He wanted her, right then and there. He wanted to fuck her, push into her as far as he could go, as far as she’d let him. But he wanted it to last for the next ten minutes, ten months, and ten years.
Everything about her called to him.
She understood him.
And she had the sweetest-tasting magical pussy in the universe.
He pulled out and sank in further, feeling her hips roll, feeling as unified with her as a person could be. “Cerys,” he grunted, barely able to get the word past his lips.
“You feel so thick,” she gasped.
“Too much?” he asked. Praying to God he wasn’t, because while he could stop if he had to, he’d be headed straight to the bathroom to finish himself off.
“No. Too good. I might come again.”
He looked into her eyes, all glassy and aroused. A pink colour across her cheeks. “Best. Fucking. Compliment.”
Her hands slid down his back, over his arse. Short nails digging in, urging him faster. When her knuckle returned to the spot it had been in before, he bucked. “Yeah. Fuck. Not helping if you need me to last,” he said, clenching every muscle he had to stave off his own orgasm. It felt too good.
“Who said I needed you to last, Jase? I’m—”
He felt her body arch, saw her mouth open in a gasp, her eyes roll back. But most of all, he felt the spasms of her walls around him. So. Fucking. Tight. He could barely breathe.
“Jase,” she cried.
He pressed his lips to hers. No kisses, just open-mouthed gasps as he let go of any restraint. Knowing she’d already come twice, knowing he’d given her that. Knowing that she wasn’t expecting him to wait.
Fuck.
His thrusts increased in speed, in depth, as he hammered into her.
Sensation after sensation, and fuck, were there lights sparkling in the corner of his eyes as he chased the heady experience?
He gripped her hips, holding on to her as if his life depended on it.
Her hands cupped his face, her eyes fixed on his, as his world exploded. Pulse after pulse of sensation that left his head spinning and his body shaking. All he could do was grunt. Moan maybe. There should be words.