dripped down her breasts. His mouth and tongue soon followed, but she wanted to see him, touch him. “Take off your clothes, now. I want to look at you, it’s my turn.”
Jason shook his head and held her wrists, stilling her roaming hands. “Not this time. I want this to last, and if you touch me it’ll be over way too fast.” A sound like a low growl rumbled from his chest. “No control around you. Remember? Do it my way now, then we’ll try your way, later, okay?”
She wasn’t having it all his way. “Jason, please take your clothes off before I rip them off you.”
Emily felt out of control, and Jason still had both her hands pinned over her head pressed into the pillow. The sensation of his rough clothes against her sensitive skin felt arousing and sensuous.
“Okay,” he relented. “But don’t move.”
Emily acquiesced, unable to breathe while she watched him peel the clothes away, layer by layer, down to his tan flesh. Rippling muscles and broad, thick shoulders flexed as he moved. Her gaze followed each movement and then slipped lower, tracing a faint darkened line of hair leading to his groin, and his jutting cock.
Oh, wow! She’d never seen him naked before, not fully anyway. He’d bulked up into a man in three years. Her imagination had never pictured anything like this. He was a vision, magnificent in all his powerful male beauty as he climbed on the bed and straddled her.
Jason smoothed her hair around her face, spreading it over the pillow. The tenderness made her tremble with expectation. Then he took her right hand and brought it to her breast, positioning her thumb and forefinger at her own nipple. She did as he directed, unable to move, and then she smiled, not daring to remove her hands from where he had placed them on her body. She wouldn’t chance ending this too soon as she examined his completely aroused body.
He manipulated her fingers in his as he brought his mouth down to her other breast and licked. She arched her back, reaching toward him, shuddering as he teased her nipple. In her stimulated state she probably would have preferred taking this hard and fast, but he seemed content to drive her crazy with a slow deliberate assault. She twitched.
“No, don’t move. You agreed. Stay right where I put you.” And then he touched her knees, gently separating them until she opened to his view. Oh, God. She should be embarrassed, but she wanted him to see what he did to her, see how she craved him.
He cupped her, slipping two fingers inside her to test her reaction. Her engorged pink nub swelled at his soft touch. The sensation made her want to beg for more. But it wasn’t necessary. He bent down over her mound, parted her curls, and then he lowered his face to nuzzle her. His lips brushed over her sensitive nub and kissed her there. Nothing had ever felt so good, and then he whipped his tongue over the throbbing tissue emerging from between her swollen, throbbing lips, and she felt the liquid heat pour through her body and pool inside her sex. A sensation like an electric shock shot up her spine, and she screamed. He held her down, exploring her entrance with his tongue, and when he suckled her clitoris once more, she screamed. He licked, suckled, nipped. She reached for him again, this time digging her fingers into his shoulders. He stilled her by holding her hips in place and feasted on her until she was frantic, thrashing uncontrollably beneath his mouth and begging, begging for anything.
She arched into him again. This experience was more than she bargained for. Could she endure this much pleasure? “Please, Jason, please, now, now, don’t make me wait.”
He took her left hand and placed her middle finger against the pulsing nub at her entrance, pressing, rubbing, rotating, and he stepped back while she groaned and writhed beneath her own hands.
Watching him watching her was killing her. This was more erotic than anything she’d ever imagined. She looked her fill as
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