Wild Sexy Hurt (Wild Sexy 3)

I sighed. “Kiss me again.”

He obliged then rolled down beside me and stroked my face. “I could look at you all day.”

I shrugged. “Well, I’m pretty.”

He laughed then added seriously, “No, you’re beautiful.”

My breath caught because I was so happy. I kissed him again, my fingers roving over his chest and going lower until I could feel his rigid arousal through the soft fabric of his briefs. He groaned when I touched him, moving his hips and pressing his cock into against my hand. He was thick and mouthwateringly hard.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered, meeting his gaze.

His lips were parted, arousal written all over his features, but he held back. “Are you sure?”

I knew why he needed to ask. We’d just reached a new stage in a relationship that had previously been mostly about sex, but I wasn’t interested in holding back from him in any way. I wanted to dive headfirst into this new phase because I was confident we wouldn’t crash. We wouldn’t burn. From all the hurt that came before, we were going to make something beautiful.

“I’m sure,” I whispered.

He paused for a moment, still stroking my face, then he got off the bed and got rid of his briefs. My eyes fixed on his beautiful cock and my mouth watered. When he rejoined me on the bed, I wasted no time in reaching for him. My fingers reveled in the feel of his silky skin stretched tight over steely muscle. I traced the thick lines of the veins that lay under the surface and lowered my mouth to kiss and taste him.

My lips closed around the head of his cock as my tongue rolled, eager to taste every inch. He swore under his breath, and I responded by drawing him deeper into my mouth and sucking hard, feeling immense satisfaction when his muscles bunched and tightened while his cock hardened even between my lips.

He let me suck him only for a few moments before pulled me off. I fell on my back, and he knelt between my legs and spread them apart then lifted my thighs and pulled me to him.

He positioned himself and looked at me. “You ready?” His voice was a deep rasp.

I nodded, transfixed by the carnal beauty of his body, his naked chest and muscled belly, his thick hard length, and the mussed hair falling over his forehead. “Fuck me, Jason.”

He obliged, spearing me with the full length of his cock.

I gasped with pleasure, and my eyes fluttered closed then open again. I didn’t want to miss anything. My whole body was suffused with pleasure. I feasted on the sight of him between my legs, his eyes half-closed and heavy-lidded as he filled me to the hilt.

He withdrew and surged into me again, and I let out a mewling sound as tears filled my eyes. He felt so good, too good to describe. My hands gripped the sheets then my breasts, looking for something to hold on to as my body hurtled toward an earth-shattering climax.

I moaned his name, my voice pleading and desperate.

“You feel so good,” he said, his voice hoarse as he increased his pace, each firm stroke more pleasurable than the one before. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I’m going to come,” I moaned, helpless against the onslaught of sensation. Already my body was clenching around him, pulsing uncontrollably as pleasure took over.

He let go of one of my legs and brought his fingers to where our bodies were joined, massaging my clit in slow circles as he fucked me. In moments, sweet warmth took over my body, spreading and growing into an explosion of ecstasy and delight that left me temporarily blind.

Jason lowered himself over me and covered my mouth with his, kissing me as I cried out his name, swallowing my cries as he stroked my tongue with his. He braced one hand on the bed, gazing deep into my eyes as he continued to move, bringing me to another peak of pleasure.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held him as my body drew close to another climax. I held him as he thrust deep into me and I shattered, tears stinging my eyes. I held him as reached his release, a deep sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips as he let go and poured himself inside me. I held him through everything, and I knew I never wanted to let go

We spent the rest of the week at the rental, making love on the porch swing and taking long walks on the beach. It was paradise. Where I had been lonely before, I felt complete.

I enjoyed being with him. I enjoyed the talking and even the silence. I felt like our branches were growing entwined with each other, but I wasn’t afraid of that. It was a gift to be intertwined with him.

“How did you find this place anyway?” Jason asked. It was our last day at the beach, and Leonard was already on his way to pick us up. I’d packed most of my stuff, and after a late breakfast, we were lying on the porch swing watching the waves crash on the beach.

“Some author I know stayed here once when she needed some time alone to write. She recommended it.”

“I like it,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “It’s peaceful.” He looked at me. “With you here, it’s like a slice of heaven.”

“I was just thinking that,” I admitted.

“You rented it to get away from me,” he reminded me with a teasing smile.