Page 56 of Embers of You
I turn my head, our lips less than an inch apart. “I can take it.”
He leans forward like he’s going to kiss me, but instead his hand tangles in my hair, and pushes my head down onto the mattress, as he angles himself at my entrance, teasing the tip through my wetness, coating himself before pushing in, just barely.
I gasp at the sudden stretch, already feeling like it may be too much; he’s even bigger than he seems as he’s pushing inside me.
“Yeah, you can,” he groans, pushing in fully and I cry out, the pain mixed with pleasure is so consuming my legs shake, and he stays there for a second, letting me adjust to his size. When I start to move against him, he listens. Removing his hand from my hair, moving back slightly, bringing my hips with him as I balance myself on weak knees.
He leans over me, kissing my shoulder softly. “I want you to remember how much I respect you, because with the way I’m about to fuck you I think you may forget.”
Turns out he wasn’t kidding because before I’m able to say anything in response he’s pulling back almost completely beforeslamming forward again. He’s holding my hips so hard I’m sure I’m going to have bruises and I’m going to look at them as badges of honor. Something left behind by the man that’s so sweet, and only ever treated me with respect, but is now fucking me like his life depends on it.
His moans mix with mine as he slams into me over and over, each time hitting that perfect spot inside me that has me seeing stars. He pulls me back, my back flush with his front, one arm banded across my chest and the other around my stomach as he fucks up into me. I drop my head back against his shoulder. He’s hitting spots I didn’t even know existed in my own body, and I’m racing toward the edge of release so fast I feel like I can’t breathe.
The hand that’s on my stomach, dips down almost to where we’re connected as he rubs tight circles on my clit and I cry out, both trying to rub myself harder on his hand, and fuck myself on him.
“You’re close aren’t you, baby? Going to show me again how pretty you are when you come for me? Going to squeeze my dick even more in this sweet pussy?”
“Jameson,fuck,”I cry, grabbing his forearm, digging my nails into his skin as his words and the feeling of him overwhelm me completely. My orgasm slams into me, I’m grasping for anything to hold onto as my entire body shakes with pleasure.
He holds me still, while he fills me so completely and lets me ride out my release. Once I come down, he’s lifting me off him and turning me around to face him. I look down at his erection, shining with my release, the tip dripping, but it looks painfully hard, red, and angry and I know he hasn’t finished.
Before I’m able to comment on it, he’s lifting me up so I’m straddling his lap, and pushing inside me once again. We gasp against each other’s mouths, and I’m already so sensitive, the stretch doesn’t hurt like it did before, but his pelvis grazing my clit has me whimpering.
“I got to feel it, but didn’t see this pretty face when it happened, so I’m going to need you to give me another one.”
I shake my head. “Jameson, there’s no way.”
“Yeah, you can,” he insists, right before making it his singular mission to make me come more times in a row than I ever have.
He’s fucking up into me, guiding my hips to rub against his pelvis while his mouth moves against mine, tongue invading my mouth. The orgasm I was sure wouldn’t come is dancing just out of reach. I’m moaning, pleasure and frustration battling within me at the way he’s making me feel.
“Come on, baby. I’m close. I need you to give me one more.”
“I told you, I can’t,” I insist.
He grabs me with an arm around my back and slams me onto the bed, without leaving my body. He’s over me, his body weight pressing into me as he fucks me even harder, the new angle hitting exactly where I need for the release that’s been just out of reach to take over.
I’m lost in the sensation once again, and this time he groans above me, pushing in as far as he can go, swelling as he comes which only prolongs my own orgasm as he fills me. The room goes quiet as we come down, reality setting in slowly. I wait for the regret to hit, but it doesn’t.
Jameson moves off of me and I bite back the whimper at the loss of him from my body. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls on his briefs and walks out of the room. My mouth drops open in shock. I expected a little more from him than to just…leave.
I guess everything I was worried about was right. It was all an act with him. The sweet guy, acting like he cared, wasn’t real. I’ll give it to him, he’s good. He had me practically fooled. The pang of disappointment is impossible to ignore. The chill on my skin makes goosebumps appear and I pull the blanket over myself as I attempt to stand up. My legs are weak, and it takes me a second before I feel steady enough to actually stand.
I’m about to try and find some clothes, shame starting to wash over me, when Jameson appears again, eyebrows furrowed. “What’re you doing?”
“Getting dressed,” I say as calmly as possible.
“Get back on the bed; I’m going to take care of you.”
I notice in his hand he has a washcloth and my jaw drops slightly. “Jameson, I really can’t handle anymore orgasms.”
He barks out a laugh. “You can, if I say you can, but no, baby, I’m talking about aftercare.”
I want to question him, but instead, I end up getting back on the bed, and Jameson does exactly what he said he’s going to. He takes care of me. Cleaning between my legs so gently, bringing me water, and helping me into new clothes. Just when I think he’s done and is going to leave, he climbs into my bed with me.
I turn back toward him, ready to argue, and he can see it on my face because he yanks me into him, my back pressed to hischest. “Don’t even try to argue with me, Sutton. Just lay with me for a minute.”
I bite back my smile even though he can’t see it as I let myself relax into him. I don’t expect to fall asleep, but surrounded by his warmth and completely sated, I can’t stop my eyelids from falling shut.
