Page 61 of Always You

“Only what you do to me,” I reassured.

His hands slid down my sides, hooking into the waistband of my boxers. I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them off. The cool air on my exposed skin made me shiver, but Jazz's warm hands chased away the chill as he trailed up my inner thighs, teasing and exploring. I spread my legs wider, inviting himcloser as he stripped. When his hand wrapped around my cock, I let out a strangled moan.

“Is this what you want?” Jazz murmured, stroking me slowly.

“More,” I gasped. “I need more.”

Jazz released me, reaching for the bedside drawer. I whimpered at the loss of contact but felt a thrill of anticipation as I heard the snap of a bottle cap. Moments later, I felt Jazz's slick finger circling my entrance.

“Relax for me, Alex,” he whispered, placing soft kisses on my inner thigh.

I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax, as Jazz pressed a finger inside me and worked me open. I gasped as he added a second finger, stretching me further. The slight burn mixed with waves of pleasure as he curled his fingers, searching for that spot inside me. When he found it, I cried out, my hips bucking off the bed.

“There,” I panted. “Right there, Jazz.”

He continued to stroke that spot, sending sparks of ecstasy through my body. I writhed beneath him, lost in sensation, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

“Jazz, please,” I begged. “I'm ready. I need you now.”

Jazz withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I've never been more sure of anything.”

Jazz nodded, his eyes dark with desire. But instead of pushing forward, he surprised me by rolling us over so that I was straddling his hips. My breath caught as I realized what he wanted.

“Like this,” Jazz murmured, his hands settling on my waist. “I'm not strong enough to… Jesus, Alex… I want to see you, Alex. I want you to take what you need.”

My heart raced at his words. I braced my hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms. Slowly, I lifted my hips, positioning myself over him. Jazz steadied me as I began to sink onto his length.

I gasped at the stretch, the fullness and Jazz's fingers tightened on my hips. Inch by inch, I took him in until I was fully seated on his lap. I paused, adjusting to the sensation of being so filled. Jazz's gaze locked on mine, his expression a mix of awe and desire.

“You feel incredible,” he said on a breath, his thumbs tracing circles on my skin.

I rolled my hips experimentally, drawing a low groan from Jazz. The movement sent sparks of pleasure through me, and I did it again, more deliberately this time. Jazz's hands guided me as I moved, lifting myself before sinking back onto him.

I established a steady rhythm at first, savoring every sensation, and Jazz met my movements with shallow thrusts, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.

“So beautiful,” Jazz encouraged, his voice rough.

I shuddered at his touch, increasing my pace. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me with each movement. Jazz's hips rose to meet mine, driving himself deeper.

“Jazz,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his chest. “Oh god, Jazz…”

He sat up, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me flush against him. The change in angle had me crying out, my head falling back. Jazz's lips found my throat, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.

“That's it, baby,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me hear you.”

I was beyond words at this point, only able to produce desperate moans and gasps as Jazz and I moved together. Thenew position allowed him to thrust even deeper, hitting that sweet spot with every stroke. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.

Jazz's hand slipped between our bodies, wrapping around my neglected cock. I cried out at the dual stimulation, my hips jerking as I chased my release.

“Come for me, Alex,” Jazz growled, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come apart.”

His words pushed me over the edge. My back arched as ecstasy crashed over me in waves, my vision whiting out as I cried Jazz's name. I clenched around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat as he followed me over the edge. Jazz's hips jerked upward as he came, his face buried in my neck as he pulsed inside me.

We clung to each other as the aftershocks rolled through us, trembling and slick with sweat and our breathing began to even out. Jazz peppered soft kisses along my shoulder and neck, his arms tightening around me.

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