Page 60 of Broken Dream
The waves shred me, leave me in a puddle on the kitchen floor.
And he still licks, licks, licks…
As the last tremors of my release fade away, he rises. His eyes are smoky and intense as he gazes at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“God, Angie,” he says hoarsely. “You’re incredible.”
Before I can respond, he’s kissing me again, his hands roaming my body as if he can’t get enough.
I taste myself on his tongue. A tang of musk mixed with tomato soup and wine.
Without breaking our kiss, Jason unbuttons his shirt and discards it on the floor next to mine. His chest is sculpted, a work of art adorned with a smattering of dark hair that trails down to his lower abdomen. I explore him, tracing the hills and valleys of his muscles. He shivers against my touch, a low moan escaping his lips.
He steps back, grabs a condom out of his pocket, and then unfastens his belt and pushes down his jeans and briefs in one swift motion. He stands before me, naked, his body an irresistible blend of raw masculinity and vulnerability.
And his cock…
A gorgeous masterpiece of velvet over steel.
“Jason,” I breathe. I trace the line of hair from his chest to his pubic hair. I close my eyes, feeling the rough texture under my fingertips.
I hear the rip of the condom wrapper, and then I feel him guiding me back against the kitchen counter, its cold marble surface pressing into my bare skin. His body is a warm contrast as he pulls me close to him again, claiming my lips.
We touch each other’s bodies, exploring every curve and crevice. His touch is urgent, desperate.
It mirrors my own.
He lifts me with ease and sets me onto the cold kitchen counter. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he positions himself between them.
No hesitation or second thoughts now.
This is the point of no return.
And I’m more than ready.
Chapter Eighteen
Jason
The primal need I feel for Angie is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s raw and powerful, a force of nature that sweeps me up and threatens to overwhelm me entirely. It’s terrifying yet exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire.
Her eyes are wide as she watches me. She’s beautiful, utterly breathtaking in her trust. The sight of her nudges at the beast inside me.
The beast…
Fuck, it’s been so long.
She tasted like heaven, and the way she came for me…
So responsive. Like no other.
I guide myself to her pussy, teasing her with the tip. Her thighs tighten around my waist in response, a small whimper escaping from her parted lips.
Then I thrust into her.
The sensation is electrifying.
She gasps at my size but then moans as I begin to move. She responds, meeting every thrust with an eager push of her hips.
