“I had to mark you,” he adds, and my eyes flit over to him again. He’s back to drawing on me while he talks. “You know, I’ve done quite a few dimple piercings. Do you have any piercings?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Tattoos?”
“Nope. Piercings and tattoos are a no-no when you’re trying to become a model. Most high-class agencies frown upon that sort of thing.”
Jase grunts his displeasure, continuing to draw on my body. “Nobody would know if you got one here,” he states. His fingers trail down to just above the crack of my ass. “Or here.” He continues his descent along the center of my ass. Then he spreads my legs open and pushes a single finger into my pussy. “Nobody should ever see these parts of your body. They’re mine,” he growls lowly. “This body, and this pussy, is mine.” He pulls his finger out of me, and I immediately miss his touch.
“It’s a little soon to be claiming me, don’t you think?” I sass.
“Nope, you made it mine the moment you let me take your virginity,” he says matter-of-factly, and my cheeks flush at his words.
“Don’t move,” he demands. He pushes off the bed, and a second later, I hear the sound of a camera clicking. “Perfect.”
I try to flip over, but his hands prevent me from doing so. Jase spreads my thighs wider and pushes his fingers back inside me, my body accepting the intrusion all too willingly.
“Jesus, woman, you’re so wet,” he groans. While he fingers me with one hand, his other comes around and lifts my lower half slightly off the bed, so I’m on my knees. He palms my breast and plants sweet kisses down my spine until his lips are back where he was drawing. He blows softly on my skin, sending chills up my spine. Then his lips once again kiss each of my dimples. He makes his way downward, and when his teeth sink into my butt cheek, I let out a girly screech.
He laughs softly. “Sorry, I needed a taste,” he admits, and I can’t help the grin that makes its way across my face in response.
He continues to fingerfuck me, and then his tongue hits my clit. He sucks it into his mouth and then licks up my center, causing my entire body to shudder in pleasure. With his tongue, and lips, and fingers, Jase works me up until I’m calling out his name as I orgasm around him.
Then he flips me over onto my back and crawls up my body. My legs wrap around his waist as his hands cage me in. His lips angle against mine as he pushes into me. I’m still a tad sore, but those thoughts are overpowered by our kiss.
This kiss. It ignites something deep within me, heating my frozen walls and melting the ice away until there’s nothing left to protect my heart and soul. They’re visible and vulnerable, leaving Jase with full access to every exposed part of me. Our kiss becomes more heated. Like a wildfire that can’t be contained. I’ve always been so careful—never to let anyone in. Yet, here I am, handing myself over to this man, knowing if I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned. The heat between us is all-consuming. I’m lost in everything that is Jase.
My hands hold on to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, as his thrusts turn frantic. His pelvis grinds against mine, rubbing my clit just right. We’re both chasing our release. My climax builds, and builds, and builds, until I’m so high, I have nowhere to go but down. But with Jase in charge, I’m not afraid to fall. In fact, I welcome it. And with one last thrust, he pushes me off the edge, taking himself with me. Our lips find each other, swallowing our moans as we both lose ourselves in one another.
Once we’ve reached the bottom safely, Jase breaks our kiss and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. We stay like this for a long moment as we calm our beating hearts and labored breaths. When he lifts slightly, pulling out, I wince at the tenderness I feel between my legs, hoping I never stop feeling it so I always remember the times Jase and I became one.
“Shit, I didn’t use protection again,” he admits, looking down. It’s then I feel the liquid between my thighs again. I should be bothered that Jase and I have yet to use protection. I know this is a one-night stand. But for some crazy reason, being with Jase feels like so much more.
“It’s okay,” I blurt out, “I trust you.”
Jase pulls my face into his for a hard kiss. “What are you doing to me?” he murmurs against my lips. “All my sanity flies out the window with you.”