her body tightened and released with each breath.
He broke the kiss and pulled in an audible breath. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bedroom before I taste you.”
When she looked down at him, she saw his eyes. One blue, one gray. Then she felt it—longing she couldn’t describe. Just as much as he wanted to taste her, she had the uncontrollable need to taste him.
He didn’t wait for her to agree. Instead he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and set her on the counter. She held on to his arms until she found her balance. She still had on her jeans. They itched and irritated her skin. She wanted to shuck them but didn’t know if he was going to let her down long enough.
“Take off your pants.” His voice was gruff with an underlying command that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Let me down—”
“No. Do it right there.” He ran a finger just under the edge of her pants near the middle of her stomach. That tiny caress was her undoing. She unzipped her pants and pulled them down as far as they could go. Then she tilted her hips off the counter and pushed the material off her hips and down the top of her thighs. When she shifted backwards, she gasped at the cold stone pressed against her ass. He pulled the jeans down her legs and threw them on the floor, then grabbed her feet. At the first touch, she wanted to laugh and twist out of his grasp. But he wasn’t looking to tickle her. He spread her legs.
He traced twin paths up her thighs, stopping on her pink cotton boy shorts. If she had known someone was going to be seeing her like this, she would have worn something super sexy.
“You won’t need these.” He grabbed the thin pink fabric and ripped one side open, then the other. He pulled it from beneath her. He made a movement to throw her ruined panties over his shoulder, then stopped. She watched him pull the fabric to his nose and inhale—a chest-moving, deep breath. Her breath hitched. When people in the movies or on TV did that, she always thought it was disgusting. But knowing Jason was so turned on by her that he wanted to bask in her scent was definitely stimulating, not that she needed more. But she knew she would never forget that little possessive gesture.
He massaged the juncture between her legs and pussy. The skin was so sensitive that each touch made her jump, then moan in pleasure as the tiny circles he was making warred with the twitching of her sex. He bent his head and kissed the very top of her mound.
He dipped his tongue down her slit. The soft heat of his mouth as he teased her nether lips open made her shiver with anticipation. He licked up and down her slit, and stopped at her clit each time to tease the tiny, stiff bud.
She clamped down on her bottom lip. The urge to purr roared through her. No, she didn’t want to purr. She wanted to open her mouth and scream, shout, roar with the pleasure of it.
He pressed his tongue inside her, and she flew apart. The orgasm ripped through her. She clenched on his tongue. Riding his mouth until the blood rushing through her reset to a whisper of what it had been.
“Oh God,” she uttered.
He lifted his head. “You want more?”
She wanted to tell him she wanted it all, but she couldn’t make her mouth form the words. The cool air on her wet flesh should have tamped down her ardor. But she was hot and getting hotter. “It’s starting again.” A surge of painful cramps started in her stomach just as one ripped through her sex.
Her body was too tired to go through another cycle of this pain and pleasure. She pried her eyes open and saw him lifting up on one arm and pushing his shorts and underwear down one side, then the other.
“Come here.” He held his arms out to her. She looked at his naked legs and swaying cock.
“What about condoms?” She wasn’t stupid and had no intention of getting pregnant. She didn’t care how much
He broke the kiss and pulled in an audible breath. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bedroom before I taste you.”
When she looked down at him, she saw his eyes. One blue, one gray. Then she felt it—longing she couldn’t describe. Just as much as he wanted to taste her, she had the uncontrollable need to taste him.
He didn’t wait for her to agree. Instead he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and set her on the counter. She held on to his arms until she found her balance. She still had on her jeans. They itched and irritated her skin. She wanted to shuck them but didn’t know if he was going to let her down long enough.
“Take off your pants.” His voice was gruff with an underlying command that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Let me down—”
“No. Do it right there.” He ran a finger just under the edge of her pants near the middle of her stomach. That tiny caress was her undoing. She unzipped her pants and pulled them down as far as they could go. Then she tilted her hips off the counter and pushed the material off her hips and down the top of her thighs. When she shifted backwards, she gasped at the cold stone pressed against her ass. He pulled the jeans down her legs and threw them on the floor, then grabbed her feet. At the first touch, she wanted to laugh and twist out of his grasp. But he wasn’t looking to tickle her. He spread her legs.
He traced twin paths up her thighs, stopping on her pink cotton boy shorts. If she had known someone was going to be seeing her like this, she would have worn something super sexy.
“You won’t need these.” He grabbed the thin pink fabric and ripped one side open, then the other. He pulled it from beneath her. He made a movement to throw her ruined panties over his shoulder, then stopped. She watched him pull the fabric to his nose and inhale—a chest-moving, deep breath. Her breath hitched. When people in the movies or on TV did that, she always thought it was disgusting. But knowing Jason was so turned on by her that he wanted to bask in her scent was definitely stimulating, not that she needed more. But she knew she would never forget that little possessive gesture.
He massaged the juncture between her legs and pussy. The skin was so sensitive that each touch made her jump, then moan in pleasure as the tiny circles he was making warred with the twitching of her sex. He bent his head and kissed the very top of her mound.
He dipped his tongue down her slit. The soft heat of his mouth as he teased her nether lips open made her shiver with anticipation. He licked up and down her slit, and stopped at her clit each time to tease the tiny, stiff bud.
She clamped down on her bottom lip. The urge to purr roared through her. No, she didn’t want to purr. She wanted to open her mouth and scream, shout, roar with the pleasure of it.
He pressed his tongue inside her, and she flew apart. The orgasm ripped through her. She clenched on his tongue. Riding his mouth until the blood rushing through her reset to a whisper of what it had been.
“Oh God,” she uttered.
He lifted his head. “You want more?”
She wanted to tell him she wanted it all, but she couldn’t make her mouth form the words. The cool air on her wet flesh should have tamped down her ardor. But she was hot and getting hotter. “It’s starting again.” A surge of painful cramps started in her stomach just as one ripped through her sex.
Her body was too tired to go through another cycle of this pain and pleasure. She pried her eyes open and saw him lifting up on one arm and pushing his shorts and underwear down one side, then the other.
“Come here.” He held his arms out to her. She looked at his naked legs and swaying cock.
“What about condoms?” She wasn’t stupid and had no intention of getting pregnant. She didn’t care how much
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