“Wait…” I paused at the outer door. “Don’t you have, like, an office here or something?” I was desperate. I didn’t want to wait, didn’t think I’d be able to wait through a ride to his apartment or wherever he thought we were going.
His voice was rough. “My place is better, and it’s not far, I promise.”
He’d already called for his car, and relief flooded me when it arrived in seconds. He opened the passenger door and my body brushed his as I slid inside the cool interior. I was one spark away from an explosion. I watched him slide into the driver’s seat and gun the engine. He drove as if he needed that methodical focus on the wheel, the roads…anything but me. I understood that. If he’d so much as looked at me, I’d have lost the little control I had left.
In a few minutes, we rolled into the underground parking lot of a multistory apartment building, and I was out of the car as soon as he parked. His eyes met mine briefly as he walked around the car to take my hand, and need tightened in my stomach. His fingers interlocked with mine as I fought the urge to kiss him again then he led me in the direction of the elevator.
Inside, we faced each other from opposite sides of the small enclosure. His eyes told me everything he wanted to do to me, and I was sure he saw the same in mine.
“You think there’s a camera in here?” I asked.
He laughed. “Right now, I’m not sure I care.”
“Ah.” I drew in a short breath and wet my lips.
Jason let out a groan and closed the space between us. As his lips claimed mine, he lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My back touched the wall just as his fingers found me, pushing my panties aside to stroke the heat between my legs.
Sweet Jesus!
His touch was everything I’d anticipated and more. I moaned into his mouth, nearly losing it when he slid his fingers inside me. My pussy clenched around the sweet probe of his fingers, hungry for more.
The elevator bell rang as if from far away. The doors slid open and Jason strode through the short, carpeted corridor, stopping to unlock his door then walking through a room that barely registered in my mind because he was still kissing me.
He opened another door, walked to the middle of the room, and then released me and let me fall lengthwise on a wide, soft bed. I hardly had time to collect myself before he drew me to the edge of the mattress, spreading my knees far apart as he lowered his head between my thighs, licking, sucking, eating me out like he was starving, like his life depended on it.
I came immediately, screaming his name as an explosion of pleasure ripped through me. It had been so long, and I wanted him so much that his tongue was all I needed. My body jerked and clenched, and yet he didn’t stop. His tongue pushed into me and took everything as I quaked and convulsed, and cry after cry tore from my throat.
When my body stilled, he raised his head, a boyish smile on his lips as he cupped my butt in a slow caress, one finger still gently stroking between my legs. “You wouldn’t believe how much time I’ve spent imagining how sweet your cunt would taste.”
I closed my eyes, still limp from pleasure, aroused to the point of senselessness by his words, his hands, his body…
When I opened my eyes again, he was lowering his head to kiss the still quivering flesh of my thighs. “Take off your clothes,” I said.
He ignored me, instead tugging my panties down over my legs and tossing them on the floor. He fingered my pussy again. “So wet.” There was wonder in his voice. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over my clit, making my whole body clench.
“Jason,” I whispered weakly.
He pushed my dress up over my belly then my chest. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so when he pushed the hem toward my neck, my breasts spilled out, naked, my nipples swollen and tight.
“Fuck.” His voice was hoarse. “Fuck…you’re a feast, Daphne, a fucking feast.”
He lowered his head, covering one nipple with his mouth. He licked and sucked first one breast then the other while I squirmed and got close to coming again. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and pushed my dress over my head.
“I wanted to get you naked the first time I laid eyes on you.”
My toes curled and I slid my fingers into his hair, running them through the thick strands. “And now I’m here. When are you going to fuck me?”
His chest rose then he stood up. His clothes came off quickly, revealing every inch of his beautiful body. I watched him pull a condom over the length of his cock and I spread my legs, wanting him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
He knelt between my legs, spreading them wider before guiding himself to where I needed him most and pushing slowly into me.
My body clenched around him, luxuriating in the feeling, in the delicious way he filled me. He gripped my legs and raised them up to his shoulders, leaving me open for him to plunge to the deepest recesses of my body.
It had never felt so good before—never. He filled every space within me, and every single thrust brought me indescribable pleasure. His body was made to fuck, and he knew how to use it.
In a few moments, I was coming again, hard and loud. He didn’t stop moving, fucking me even as pleasure ripped my body apart. His chest was tight and hard, his muscles bunched as a sheen of sweat covered his skin. His breath came deep and intense as he took me to sweet orgasm again and again and again.