Page 20 of Jaz
She wanted to ask him if that was a good thing, but she didn’t think she could form the words so she didn’t even try. She wiggled her ass, squeezed her muscles around him, and the growl that came from him was all the answer she needed.
He pulled back, and she hissed at the friction and tug of her flesh. Then she gasped and reached for him with her behind when he pushed inside again.
“You’re gonna come for me.”
Mandi nodded and rolled her hips. He held himself still inside her ass and let her move, gyrate, hump, thrust and rock within the confines of the chair. He didn’t hurry her, didn’t rush her and she let go, focused on the orgasm she craved at his hands.
And then his lips were at the middle of her back, feathering kisses across her skin and she sighed on a moan. He kissed the edge of the plastic plastered to her skin. “I love my ink on you. Your skin is so creamy, so smooth, the perfect canvas for art and expression.”
She heard the rasp of arousal in his voice. It heated her flesh and sank beneath to flow through her blood. She gave a sudden jerk against his fingers.
It was time.
He knew it too. His fingers dug in against her clit and her breath hitched in her throat as the first ripples let loose. “Oh. God.”
“C’mon, baby, more …”
More she gave too. She didn’t know where it came from, the more, but it was there. His answering groan was the proof.
“Fuck yes, Mandi.” He started moving, short thrusts forward and short retreats back, and his fingers never let up on her clit. “Your ass is tighter, clutching my dick like a goddamn vise.”
And through it all, she never made a sound, her scream lost amidst sensation and the flash of overwhelming, thrilling emotion.
His pace sped up and he drove hard into her, jacking his cock inside the confines of her anal channel. If he wasn’t careful, she might come to want this again and again and, oh dear God, again. The rough pad of a finger stroked over her clit before he pulled his hand from between her legs to grab at her hip.
His thighs pressed on her legs. “Close your legs a little more.”
She did and her muscles again protested, but soon recovered and settled.
“Yeah, good. So good.” Then he was out of her. Then he was back in, all the way to the hilt, hard enough that his balls smacked against her sex. “I’m gonna … Here it …”
He never finished the words. Instead, he grunted through his orgasm.
Small tremors still racked her body from when she came, and answered the throb of his cock as it pulsed inside her.
He lowered himself to her back, wrapping his arms under her belly and chest. His breath harsh against her neck. His heartbeat pounding a rhythm through to hers.
“Best fucking night.”
“No doubt about it, but …”
He rested his chin on her shoulder but lifted most of his weight off her body. “But?”
Mandi laughed. She needed the words in her head to come out the right way. She turned her head in his direction and was rewarded with a soft kiss at the corner of her lips. He was rough, tough and tumble, a little gruff too. She was so head over heels for him it wasn’t funny. Sh—
He pinched her nipple. “Owww.”
“Tell me what the ‘but’ is.”
What had she been thinking before? She thought for a moment … “Oh right. If we do this again, can w? Ouch. Dammit.” He pinched her nipple again, this time a little harder, and damn if arousal didn’t weave its way down to her clit again. “What was that for?”
“What do you mean ‘if’?”
He sounded a little offended, and that hadn’t been her intention at all. “Well, I didn’t want to assume anything. It is almost dawn and …”
“Your birthday ends at 11:59 p.m. We still have hours and hours yet to spend together.”
Technically, he was right. “Oh well, in that case, every time we’ve had sex, it’s been from behind.”
