He trails a path down my neck with rough sucking kisses, marking me.A low moan vibrates out of me as he grazes my flesh with his teeth.He skims his fingers over my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they’re hard as berries, so ready to be nibbled and sucked.
I arch against him, craving more contact.I tangle my fingers in his soft hair, pulling him closer as I seek his mouth with mine.Our kisses are hungry and desperate, raw and promising.
He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach.He grips my hips, holding me steady as he ventures lower, his breath tickling me, making me want to beg.
But I don’t have to.He spreads my legs, and the touch of his lips against my inner thighs sends a current jolting through me.I gasp as my nerves come alive, the tickle between my legs blazing.He traces the edge of my panties before he hooks them around the sides and pulls them off.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, the sensation overwhelming.I want his tongue, his lips, his teeth—everything.
“Jason,” I moan, writhing beneath him.
He doesn’t make me wait long.He slides his lips over me, delving his tongue into my heat.I arch again, an incoherent cry escaping my lips as pleasure washes over me.
He tightens his grip on my hips as he sets a relentless pace, driving me closer and closer to the edge.I clutch at the sheets beneath me, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
I’m teetering on the edge, all thoughts slipping away under the onslaught of his attention.Only feelings remain.Only Jason.The world narrows to just him and me.Nothing else exists beyond this room.Beyond this bed.
Lips, tongue, teeth.He gives me all of it, nipping at my clit, my labia, sliding into my pussy.
With a strangled cry, I come undone beneath him, waves of pleasure radiating through every cell of my body and then rushing back between my legs.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out.“That’s it.”
He explores me with an expert touch.I continue to writhe beneath him.I grip the sheets as I lose myself in the sensation of him, each lick and kiss sending sprays of rapture pounding through me.
“Jason,” I whimper, my voice barely more than a breathless moan.
He looks up at me again, his eyes dark with passion and desire.
“Say it,” he repeats, his voice hoarse with need.
“I need you.I need you.”My words come out as a plea.
He rises above me, and though I whimper at the loss of his mouth between my legs, I savor the sight of him, of his emerald eyes burning, his lips glistening with my juices, his jawline harsh and manly.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, his flesh warm beneath my touch.
“Jason,” I moan.
He doesn’t make me wait for long.He scrambles off the bed, and in a flash he’s back, sheathed and fully inside me.
He remains still for a moment.I savor the feeling of true completion, of perfect melding.
His strokes are slow and deliberate at first.But it isn’t long before our breathing becomes ragged as he increases his pace.
Hard and rapid thrusts.
Just how I love them.
The world outside fades into insignificance as our bodies move in sync, each stroke pushing us closer to the edge.He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath against my skin sending me reeling.His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of my body with a desperate need that matches my own.
The pleasure builds again inside me with each plunge of his cock into me.
I gasp, moan, whisper his name—all a crescendo that threatens to consume me.
His rhythm becomes more erratic as he nears his peak.
“Angie,” he groans into my ear, his voice a raw whisper.
