His hands start on my thighs and slide sensually over every curve as he sits inside me. His fingers throb on my breasts and his hips push forward even though he can’t penetrate me anymore. He wraps his arms around my ribcage and pulls me toward him, hands spreading possessively over my back as the fullness inside me shifts.
“Jasper, it’s too much,” I murmur, letting my forehead fall against his chest.
He plants a kiss on my hair and leaves, as if he were going to give me a break. He drops his head next to my ear and whispers, “You can take it,” right before he goes back inside.
-Oh God! I shout as he enters and leaves. Not too fast, but not too slow either. Every movement is measured, controlled, and with it, of course, it is.
His career.
His mental game.
His protective vein.
His trauma.
It all makes a lot of sense.
“Fuck, Jasper! -I gasp as he caresses me. He kisses me hard. He pushes me over the edge and throws us both back. I let him take care of me as he should, and I delight in it. I trust him implicitly. It’s so easy for me.
I revel in his attention, in the movement of his hands over my skin, in the perfect fit of his lips against mine, in the way he sings my name in my ear as he moves against me. His hips roughly slam into my ass for a few seconds before he eases up and knocks me senseless with slow, deep strokes that increase the pressure inside me in the most delicious way.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs. So fucking tight.
I feel like I’m riding the waves of the ocean, my body soft and relaxed, the white noise of the water ringing in my ears accompanied by its deep rumblings of adoration.
My body feels more like his than mine, and I’m completely at peace with that idea.
I can feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of him inside me. And that drives me crazy. I scratch at him, my nails raking his back. I urge you to give me more. I bite it. My need for him is totally wild.
-Closer. Deeper. More – I beg him, and he gives me everything I ask for and more. His eyes always return to mine, watching me very closely. Cataloging every small movement, every gasp of pleasure.
Learning myself as I learn him.
“Jasper…” I groan when he carefully lays me back down on the cold marble. His hands walk reverently, fluttering over my throat for a moment before moving down to my hips. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.
My hands circle his veiny forearms and my eyes roam over his perfectly defined torso. He’s beaded with sweat and tenses every time his hips flex toward me.
He looks at my left hand before looking back at me with his intense eye contact.
“Tell me you’re mine, Sloane.” His thrusts slow, and the look he gives me shows a flash of insecurity.
One that doesn’t need to be there.
Without hesitation, I say the words.
“I’m yours, Jasper.” I have always been it.
One hand slides down to rub my clit as he fucks me so hard my body slips and digs into the marble.
“And you always will be,” he growls as we combust, each belonging more to the other than to himself as I feel him shake and spill inside me.
27
jasper
I drop back onto his perfect fucking body, trailing soft, messy kisses across his sweat-drenched chest. I try to straighten my eyes, blinking and willing my heart rate to stabilize.
All of my hottest sexual fantasies have featured Sloane. And none of them were as hot as the real thing.
His fingers comb the back of my neck.
“It’s a shame I peaked at twenty-eight,” he exhales shakily. I’m sure every sexual experience will be downhill after that.
I let out a giggle that vibrates throughout his body. I love feeling this connected to her right now. Like I could send her subliminal messages and she would know.
“Sunny, we’re just getting started. “I pull away, and my cock slips from her heat. It is followed by a gush of cum that spills out. Holding his gaze for a moment, I reach down and use one finger to shove it back in. My cock hardens as I jerk her off, almost ready to start again when she moans and clenches around me.
I stand up, wanting to see her right now. Not just being mine, but really looking like mine.
My eyes roam over his body, all spread out for me. My stubble leaving burns on his chest. My cum inside her. And I smile, feeling incredibly satisfied with the mess we’ve made.
“Fuck,” she huffs, eyes half-lidded, as I continue sliding my finger in and out of her.
“Is that a request, Sloane?”
His lips curve and his hypnotizing blue eyes take on a dreamy, distant look that I want to get lost in.
“No, Jasper. It is a requirement.
I immediately grab her, pull her towards me and lift her into my arms.
“Whatever my girl wants,” I purr against her hair as I take her to the living room.
Then I drop her on the couch, put her on all fours and drag her ass into position before giving in to all her demands.
Repeatedly.
I expected to wake up with Sloane’s head pressed against my chest. Instead, I wake up with her naked and straddling me, running her hands all over my chest, her perfect tits with that seductive C shape beneath them.
“Eyes up here, Gervais. Her fingers pinch and tug at the hair on my chest, drawing my attention to her face.
“I wasn’t trying to meet your eyes, Winthrop. I throw him an evil smile, one that doesn’t come out to play much.
I realize I don’t smile much, period. I don’t normally feel inclined. But with Sloane, they come out of nowhere. There is a special power in being able to make a person smile just by existing.
“Pig,” he snorts, timidly lowering his chin and tracing the lines of my tattoos with his fingers again.
“I’ve spent years getting lost in your eyes, Sloane. But the rest of you? It’s all new. I imagine this is what it’s like to go to Disneyland for the first time. Overstimulating.
My tits are…
“Perfect,” I cut her off, catching the self-deprecating look she gives herself.
Sloane rolls her eyes and pauses.
“Wait, you’ve never been to Disneyland?” He covers his mouth with one hand and opens his eyes wide, as if he had spoken before thinking about my childhood. Even before that day, expensive family vacations weren’t in the cards for us. Shit, I’m sorry.
-Do not do it. I prefer this version of Disneyland. There is no need to queue. The journey is all mine. I reach up and gently touch her breasts before sliding one hand under the covers and slapping her ass. Does Cinderella have an ass like this? Because if not, I’m not interested.
A shy smile graces her lips and her soft hair brushes her collarbones as she stares at me. The sun enters through the skylight above it and makes it shine.