He kissed my nose then my lips, lightly at first, then deeper. He tasted my mouth and made a sound in his throat like he’d been hungry for this moment. I knew exactly how that felt. I’d experienced the same desperation to touch him again, to feel his lips on mine.
I curved my hands around the back of his neck and drew his face closer as his hunger called out to mine. Our tongues danced, teasing, tasting, needing.
He broke the kiss and touched his forehead to mine, letting out a long breath as his arms tightened around me. “I’ve been fucking dying. Don’t leave me again.”
“I won’t.” I stroked my fingers through his thick hair, my whole body still tingling from his kiss. “Kiss me again,” I murmured.
He smiled. “With pleasure.”
His tongue slid hot against mine, and I lost myself in the urgent need to give him everything. He lifted me off my feet, still kissing me, and only when my legs were wrapped around his waist did he break the connection.
His eyes bored into mine. “Where’s the bedroom?”
I showed him the way, and once there, he laid me on the soft queen bed that, up to that moment, had only served as a place where I tried to sleep while fighting torturous memories. Now, with him here, I couldn’t wait to replace those memories with the exquisite pleasure I knew I would find in his touch.
He took off his sweater and jeans then joined me on the bed, dropping soft kisses on my lips, my face, and my neck, all the while stroking me gently through my clothes. He peeled them off slowly, kissing every inch of the skin he exposed.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he trailed kisses down from my neck to my chest. “So beautiful.”
I breathed the words into my lungs. I’d never felt as beautiful as I did when I was with him. He made me feel like every inch of my body was perfect.
He caressed my breasts, palming each one gently while he tongued my nipples, licking them lightly then sucking on them in turn. He spent a lot of time on my breasts, stroking them, licking every bit of soft flesh until my nipples were hard and stretched.
“I could do this all day,” he said with a crooked smile, lifting his eyes to meet mine.
“I wouldn’t mind,” I panted, my breaths coming short. If he spent much longer on my breasts, I’d probably orgasm from that alone. I needed him, but I also wanted to give him everything he wanted.
He came up and kissed me again, and then while his tongue was tasting mine, he slid his hand down my body and cupped me between my legs. I was slick and wet, and his fingers slipped between my lips, stroking gently, mimicking the movements of his tongue in my mouth.
Heat and desire suffused every cell of my body. I moaned and spread my legs wider, giving him all the access he needed.
“I love your body,” he breathed in my ear, still stroking me with his fingers. He slipped his middle finger inside me, and a sigh escaped my mouth as my hips rose to meet his touch. “I love the way you react when I touch you.”
My body clenched sweetly around his finger. “I love the way you touch me,” I gasped. He slid another finger into me, and my head fell back on the pillows.
“Daphne.” He whispered my name then kissed me again. I sighed when he pulled his finger out of me and started trailing kisses down my body, down over my belly, my thighs, and then finally, his head was at the juncture of my thighs. He parted my legs, taking a moment to meet my eyes.
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I blew out a weak breath and moaned his name moments before his tongue touched me. He moved my legs farther apart, drawing his tongue over me in sweet firm licks that made my toes curl in indescribable pleasure.
I could barely breathe. My body quivered as his tongue stroked me almost leisurely. His lips fluttered over my clit one moment and in the next, he was tonguing the pulsing entrance to my core. His touch was perfection, and I could hardly bear the pleasure. Soon, my body was jerking off the bed, wild moans tearing from my throat as he held on to my hips and sucked me through my explosive climax.
“Oh, God!” I cried out when he finally let me go. My legs were trembling, my throat hoarse from my cries of pleasure. “Oh fuck, Jason!”
He laughed and drew a finger over my sensitive center, making my body quiver, then he rose to hover over me. “I love the way you shake when you come. It’s like a mini-earthquake.”
I laughed shakily. “I figured there had to be a reason why you liked making me come so often.”
He chuckled, and I drew my fingers across the angle of his cheekbone then down over the firm column of his neck and finally to his chest. I spread my hands over the light dusting of hair that covered the hard ridges of muscle, and my fingers tingled.
“Oh, Jason.” My voice was soft. I wanted to be with him like this forever. I wanted to explore every part of him. I wanted to open myself up to him in ways I never thought were possible, to lose myself in him, become one with him in a way that meant nothing would ever come between us again.
He could sense the intensity of my emotions. “Tell me,” he urged.
I shook my head. “I don’t know how to say it. I love you, but it’s much more than that. I feel like if I’m not a part of you, I’m not complete.”
“You are a part of me,” he said hotly. “Always. Without you, I’m not complete.”