“Yes,” I breathe out, not wanting him to stop.
His hands slide between us and he coats his fingers as he slides through my wet pussy. A moan escapes me, but I lift up on my tiptoes, wanting to grant him better access.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he says as he slides his finger around my swollen bundle of nerves. I grip on to his arms even tighter, my body coiling as pressure builds inside me. Only seconds go by, and I’m gyrating my hips back and forth. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, he keeps pushing me farther and farther until it’s like I’m falling off a cliff and my whole body spasms.
I groan with an animalistic noise, but he kisses me, swallowing the sound. My body limp, he walks me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and I fall onto it.
He removes the rest of his clothes quickly and lies across me. He suckles at my breast, and already, I want him again.
He lifts his head to look at me. “You want to be on top?”
I blink, not registering his words. When he moves, and his hard cock presses into my hip, I get it. Shaking my head, I tell him, “No.”
He kisses me again, and when he pulls away, he’s smiling at me. “You have to breathe.”
I start to laugh, knowing that I’m being ridiculous. Every day people do this…. I can do this.
I open my legs to him and wrap them around his hips, rocking into him. He wastes no time. Pulling away from me, he sheathes himself and then is back in a second, lining himself up at my entrance.
His tip barely penetrates me and already I feel full. He pushes in further and my whole body tautens underneath him.
“You with me?” he whispers against my cheek.
I nod my head and he pulls back to look at me. I smile widely at him before planting my feet on the bed and pushing my hips up to meet his. He surges inside me and his guttural groan fills the room. The pain is quick and over in an instant. Afterwards, all I feel is sweet, sweet pleasure. The friction as he moves in and out of me has me panting, pawing at him, wanting more.
The pleasure is so intense, I fear I might pass out from it. “Please don’t stop,” I plead with him, feeling my heart race.
“I won’t. I can’t,” he mutters in between groans as he plows into me. “Come, baby,” he commands as his fingers rub across my already sensitive nub. I come then, like a rocket, my whole body taut, every muscle pulled to an extreme as I lift my hips off the bed.
He keeps rocking in and out of me, his movements slow and sensual. The friction makes my body jerk as little aftershocks wrack my body.
When I have nothing left to give and can barely lift my head, he pulls out of me. He gets up and I should too, cover myself or something, but I don’t. I lie there in awe of everything that just happened. I waited all this time and with Jasper, it was definitely worth the wait.
He walks back into the room and I reach for my clothes to put them on. He grabs them from my hands and tosses them across the room to a chair.
He uses a warm cloth to clean between my legs and I can’t stop the flinch. I’m a little sore.
He tosses it across the room, hitting the laundry basket, and then crawls on all fours across the bed, right up my body. He’s holding himself up on his arms, looking down at me. I know I must have a pensive look on my face. I don’t know what I should do now. Should I leave? Is that what he expects of me?
He leans down, kissing the tip of my nose. “I don’t know what you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours, but I’m not letting you go. Once wasn’t enough, and I know you’re sore, so instead you’re going to have to lie here and let me hold you.”
I know my smile takes over my whole face, but I don’t care. “I can handle that.”
9
Trinity
Three Weeks Later
“I never thought I’d be this kind of girl,” I say into the phone at my ear. I’m walking through the terminal, talking to my best friend Cassie on the phone.
She has nonstop been poking fun of me since Jasper and I first got together. But I don’t blame her. I’m a mess, a hot mess really. I’m now the girl that misses her boyfriend when he’s away and wants to spend every minute with him since we started dating.
Cassie just laughs into the phone. “Enjoy it.”
I take a deep breath and ask her, “Really, you think I should just go for it and hold nothing back?”