That was all he needed. His fingers went deeper, his thumb pressing harder. A soft moan escaped from my lips, mixed with his name, and I felt it happen. It started right between my legs and spread through my entire body. My toes twitched and I groaned louder as Jason kept thrusting in deeper, stretching me open and pulling more and more out of me.
It lasted longer than any other orgasm I’d ever had, and it was just with his fingers.
I was more than ready to try out his cock.
When I found it in me to open my eyes and look at Jason, he was a sight to see.
Breath uneven, eyes blazing, he kept working me until the last tremors left my body. Then he took his fingers out of me and his hand went behind my back, pulling me to his waiting lips.
His kiss was savage. We bit each other, licked each other, completely devoured each other. We took as much as we gave. It was amazing. The best of the best. I thought it couldn’t get any better.
Twisting my hair around his hand, he pulled my head back. I knew my cheeks were flushed and my lips were swollen, but I needed more. I was hungry for more of him.
I let my hand slowly drop from his shoulders to his chest, then toward the thick bulge in his jeans, the bulge I could barely make out in the dark. When he realized where my hand was going, he caught my wrist and stopped me.
“Not done with you yet.”
With those words, he took off my shirt and gazed at my full breasts slightly spilling out of my bra.
His hands reached for my breasts, but he didn’t take the bra off of me. Instead, he cupped them, slightly lifting their weight up as if he was sizing them.
“I want to do so many things to you, Olive,” he said when he could take his eyes off my breasts.
“I want you to do so many things to me,” I whispered back, my heart picking up speed.
He quirked his eyebrow. “Do you, now?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll do every single thing that is possible to do to you. Is that good for you, little one?”
My brain tingled. I was starting to love how he sounded when he was calling me ‘little one’. I nodded. Finding a little courage, I added, “I want everything, Jason.”
His eyes went half-closed and his lips kicked up at the edges. “And I want just you, Olive. Lie down, then. You made a mess on my fingers and I need to clean you up.”
I flushed and hesitated for a second. Should I apologize?
“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, noticing my reluctance to lie down.
When I was in his face again, he cupped my cheek and kissed my tingling lips, coaxing me to open up to him.
“Will you let me taste you? Because your scent is making me crazy and I need to lick you up pretty bad.” he whispered into my mouth.
While I was distracted, his fingers pulled down the cups of my bra and he twisted my nipple with one hand, causing me to groan and whimper.
When our lips parted, he spoke gruffly. “Lie down for me, baby.”
I did. A little timidly maybe, but my back still hit the island.
Jason spread my legs open and stared down at me, his eyes moving over my breasts, and then slowly down.
He nudged my pussy open with two of his knuckles, spreading my wetness all over. Then with a slow slide of his fingers, he spread what was left on them over my nipples.
When his mouth closed around the hard peak and he sucked, my eyes fluttered closed and an electric shock ran through my body, causing me to twitch. While he was still devouring my breasts, licking and biting, he gently lifted my legs and pulled them over his shoulder, letting the backs of my knees rest on his shoulders.
Then his hands held my hips and his head dipped lower, biting and licking on his way. When he had finally reached his goal, I was a quivering mess.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, his hot breath on my sensitive flesh doing all kinds of things to me.
Then he licked me, from bottom to top, pressing his tongue firmly against my clit and then swirling it around. I arched my neck and swallowed.
Looking at me as he dropped small kisses on the inside of my thigh, he asked, “How many men have you let touch you like this?”
“What?”
“How many men have gotten to see you like this? All wet, hot, and pink?”
Dammit… Again with the blushing. I had dated three guys in total and apart from Marcus, you could barely call them men. One was from high school after Jason had left us. The other one I’d only dated for a few months my first year in college. Out of all of them, Marcus was the only one who had gone down on me, so how did I even answer his question?
He quirked his eyebrow. “You’re counting?” His mouth lowered and he sucked my clit.
My body quivered again.
I shook my head. “No. I just…I’m not sure how to answer.”
He pushed a single finger inside me and waited for my answer.
“Only one went down on me,” I said softly.
“Marcus,” he guessed menacingly.
I wasn’t going to answer that.
He added another finger. “Jason,” I whispered, a new orgasm already looming ahead.
“From now on, he doesn’t get to touch a single hair on your head,” he growled from between my legs and started lapping up all my juices. My body shuddered and my hands reached for his hair, my fingers roughly grabbing anything that was long enough to hold on to.
I couldn’t decide if I was more turned on by the fact that there was a legitimate possibility of him being jealous of Marcus or by how good he was with his tongue—probably a healthy mix of the two.
His licks become firmer and he started to swirl his tongue around my clit as his stubble did wonders, scraping against my tender flesh. Lifting my hips up to his mouth, I moaned and my fingers tightened in his hair, holding him down.
Realizing what I was doing, I quickly let go and Jason stopped what he was doing.
I’m telling you, he was making magic.
“Don’t hesitate with me. Not now, Olive,” he said, lifting his head from between my legs. His lips were all red and glistening. I wanted to devour him, and I was planning to. “Grab on to my hair and do whatever the hell you want to do to me.”
Ovaries explosion!
I lifted my hands and threaded my fingers through his hair again, slightly gripping. His eyes held mine captive the entire time. I had a feeling he needed to have me as much as I needed to have him, which was mind-boggling.
His tongue stroked through my folds and I started to have trouble keeping my hips down. He yanked me forward, my ass almost resting on the edge.
When he covered my clit with his mouth and started to suck in pulses, I cried out his name, pushing and pulling at his head.
It was too much.
“Jason…I can’t…oh, god…you have to stop.”
He pushed two of his fingers back inside, curled them up, and found my G-spot. I fell over the edge again, just like that. Legs twitching, body shaking, my cries ringing in my ears…I’d like to think it was a beautiful sight, but I knew it wasn’t. Finding purchase on his shoulders, I lifted my hips up and down, trying to prolong it as much as I could.
When it was all done and I stopped contracting around his fingers, all my bones had fallen out of my body and I had become a very happy noodle.
Jason’s head lifted from between my legs, but not before he gave me one, last, slow lick, sending a slight tremor throughout my body. When I felt his lips against mine, I smiled lazily and sucked his tongue into my mouth.