No Letting Go (Man-Maid 2)

“Come on, let’s eat,” Jason said as he helped her out of her chair. “The sooner we do that, the sooner I can get you home and ravish you.”

After the cookout, Jason made it back to her place in record time. Once inside the shop, he flipped the lock and pushed her up against the door and kissed her. His hand stroked her hip, then moved higher until he was an inch away from her center. He lifted his head an inch from her mouth and whispered, “How about I take you to the bedroom so I can show you what I want to do to you.”

“D-do you want a drink first?” She didn’t really care about drinks, but she thought she should at least offer.

He stood and held out his hand. “The only thing I want is you.”

Once inside the bedroom, Jason took her into his arms, and his mouth latched on to hers. The kiss started out as a demand but quickly turned into searing heat. Emma went pliant against his massive frame. Her hands had a mind of their own, wrapping around his neck and sifting through his hair before skating over the hard strength of his back. Clothes disappeared, and Emma moaned as she felt Jason’s fingers drifting over her sensitized nipple. Her mind went blank, and her legs quivered.

All at once, her feet left the floor as Jason whipped her into his arms. He never lifted his mouth from hers as he went to the bed. Laying her down, he angled his head and kissed her once more before pulling gently away. She felt bereft without his touch. It scared her to think he’d gotten under her skin so fast. With swift elegance, he came down on the bed so that he was laying parallel to her. She felt his large, powerful hands grasp her around the waist, pulling her up and sitting her down on top of him in one smooth motion. At once, Emma felt exposed.

As if sensing her unease, Jason said, “You’re beautiful, baby.” She started to say something, anything, but Jason hushed her with a finger to her kiss-swollen lips. “Like this, you’re the one in control. I want you to feel comfortable with me always.”

She felt it then, his arousal pushing at the cleft of her bottom. A little thrill ran through her that she had the ability to bring him to such a state. She moved slightly, just a small wriggling of her hips. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Jason’s eyes turned to fire in an instant. His teeth were gritted in restraint. He seemed determined to let her be the one in charge, but she could see it was costing him. He was such a sexual man, meeting his needs would be a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please him. And still, he was letting her do as she wished.

It was time to see what she was made of.

Closing her eyes, Emma began by moving, slowly at first, in little circles, enjoying the feel of his hard length nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Jason growled, and a moan was torn from her soul. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. She watched in fascinated pleasure as the dark curls rasped them to taut peaks. Not able to stop herself, she lowered her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so beautiful. Her teeth nibbled at his lip, and his hands came up to her arms, crushing her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Jason’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface.

Emma rose up a fraction of an inch and looked beseechingly into his eyes. “Let me, Jason.” As if not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his consent. She smiled, excited that he was going to let her discover each inch of him at her leisure.

She lowered her head to his chest, tasting his salty skin, smelling his arousal. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple; her fingers curled in his chest hair. She couldn’t get enough of him. She slithered down his body and kissed his flat stomach, running her hands over his chest, his arms, needing to touch him everywhere at once. Poised over his manhood, she looked up and saw him watching her, his entire body still and tense. She swept the heavy fall of her dark hair back and lowered her head, never taking her eyes off his. She grasped him in her hand and squeezed. He threw his head back and grunted. She let her tongue dart out, not able to resist tasting the tip of him. His gaze flew back to hers, and she felt a zing of feminine triumph at the pleasure on his face.

He moved now, burrowing both of his large hands in her hair and pulling her head down. Farther and farther, until she had his entire length inside the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked in, hollowing her cheeks in an untutored effort to bring him gratification.

He cursed.

Suddenly, she was pulled upward till she once again sat on top of him. Had she done something wrong? She blushed and looked away, not wanting to see his dissatisfaction at her amateur attempts to please him.

“Have mercy, baby. Another second, and I wouldn’t have been able to stop.”

Comprehension dawned, and she smiled, glad she’d pleased him.

“I want to be inside you,” he told her. “So damn deep inside you. Don’t make me wait another second. I beg of you.”

She laughed. “I ought to make you suffer longer. I’m certain you’ve never begged a day in your life.”

He closed his eyes in torment. “Ah hell, woman.”

Suddenly Emma no longer wanted to tease. Jason’s need was hers. His urgency fueled her raging inferno. She raised her hips and took him in her hands, guiding him to her entrance. But he stopped her unexpectedly, holding her poised above him, his voice a scrape of gravel. “Last night, you gave yourself over to me, and I’m afraid I wasn’t as gentle as I should’ve been. You might be a little sore.”

It touched her heart that he was willing to see to her comfort above his own needs. “If I hurt we’ll stop, I promise.”

He considered that, then replied, “At the slightest twinge of discomfort, okay?”

She nodded and lowered herself onto him, taking her time, feeling every inch of him. She closed her eyes and arched her back, then pushed down all the way.

“Oh, Jason, you feel so good.”

“You feel good,” he groaned. “So damn warm and tight.” He wanted to change their positions. Wanted to be the one in control. But he was determined to allow her to have her way. He wished to give her the tender loving she deserved. So he stayed put, satisfied to watch her learn her body with him. Her honest responses and innocent gestures made him crazy. He felt the animal in him rise, but with his well-developed discipline and patience, he mercilessly managed to push the creature down. There was no telling if he’d be able to hold on to his control the next time they came together. She simply had more passion in her little pinky than any woman he’d ever known had in her entire body. And he was glad to be

the one to tap into it. Her movements turned frantic, frenzied, and all thought fled.

He reached between their bodies and squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Jason pumped and pulled at the little nub, encouraged by the anxious sounds that emanated from Emma’s throat. Her breaths quickened, and she moved faster on top of him. Jason’s cock thickened as he neared the edge. He stroked her once more, sending her flying over the cliff as she came all around his cock.

He removed his hand and clutched her hips in his strong grasp. “Look at me, baby.” Emma’s lashes fluttered open, and he whispered, “You and I, we’re exclusive.”

“You don’t share well with others?” she asked, her voice raspy from her eager cries.