Page 118 of Major Love

My gaze trails up his muscular calves and his thick quads, my lashes fluttering as I take in the enormous ridge beneath hisunderwear. And then higher, over his tan abdomen and swollen pectorals, every inch of him making my blood pump faster.

Because this isn’t the kind of body that you can attain after a year of working out – this is alife’s work, achieved after decades of brutal training.

And it’s beautiful.

I shift backwards on the padded quilts, the sheets rustling gently underneath me, and I reach up a little shyly to leash his thick fingers through mine.

Jason exhales quietly as he lowers himself onto his haunches, and then he tucks his forearm around my waist, hauling me gently against his chest as I brush his lips with mine.

He groans quietly, tilting me backward until I’m lying on the furry comforter, the fire crackling softly beside us and making Jason’s eyes sparkle in the rustic glow.

His large palms roam up my back, squeezing gently in the places that are still thawing from the snow. And then he slowly tangles his digits in the back of my bra, hovering over me as he steadies his shallow breathing.

“Are you… warm enough?” he asks quietly, his bass rumble reverberating through my breasts. “Or do you want me to…?” And he tugs my bra more tightly, implying exactly what he means without having to say it directly.

Am I warm enough, or do I want him to make me warmer?

By which he means, is this enough, or do I want us to take it further?

And I can’t help but smile up at him as he towers hungrily over me, his large body paused and waiting, although his flaming irises belie exactly what he wants me to say.

I caress my hands firmly around his broad shoulders, and he drops his forehead to mine as he tries to maintain his composure.

“I want you,” I whisper up at him.

He exhales roughly. “Are you sure?”

And I show him exactly how sure I am by slowly slipping one bra-strap down my shoulder.

In the next second his big fist tears roughly at the back of my bra, undoing the clasp without looking at it and then helping me push it down my shoulders.

Large fingers skim down my arms as he eases the straps away from my skin, and then he’s looking unblinkingly down at my breasts, his pecs heaving as he braces his body over me. And then he cups one palm reverently around my soft curve, his coarse skin scraping over my nipple as he squeezes it gently.

“Oh God,” I whisper shakily, and his eyes burn against mine, his palm rubbing a little faster as he settles his quads between my thighs.

“This okay?” he asks huskily.

I nod, wrapping my legs around him tighter, and he grunts quietly, rocking his hips against mine.

“I want to kiss them,” he rumbles, stroking his warm thumb against my little peak, his other hand still gripping my discarded bra, the pretty straps tangled up his digits.

“Okay,” I whisper back to him, wanting nothing more than his handsome mouth all over me.

And then his palm roams down my body until he’s caressing my hip, his eyes flickering there for a moment before he brings his gaze back up to mine.

“I want to kiss down here, too,” he murmurs quietly, slipping his hand between my thighs and rubbing me gently.

And I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his gorgeous face down so that he can kiss me, my cheeks flaming at the gruff sounds that he makes as he squeezes his palms around my breasts. He groans and kisses me deeper, the large muscle between his thighs rubbing my heat.

“We really need to do something about that,” I whimper, and he chuckles as he slowly kisses his way down my jaw.

“Tryna make this last,” he murmurs back to me, his warm mouth sucking gently at the curve of my throat. “Ignore it for now.”

“Ignore it?!” I wheeze. “It’s about a mile long!”

He huffs out a laugh and then deliberately shoves it against me more firmly, making my eyes roll in the back of my head as he kisses roughly at my breasts.

“I love your tits,” he rumbles, and the gruffness in his voice makes me blush.

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