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He grazed his hands down my spine and gripped my ass, tilting my pelvis forward enough so his lips could reach my neck, my collarbone, my breasts.
“Yes,” I breathed, picking up speed. “Yes.” The new angle of my hips had him hitting a spot inside me that made me cry out. I gasped his name. “Jase?—”
He closed his mouth over a nipple and sucked.
It was like crashing to shore and catapulting through the sky all at once, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me in terrible relief. My muscles seized, toes curling, and I ground down faster, tightening around his cock again and again, his hardness both the cause and the cure of this agony I never wanted to end.
When I finally came down, he was brushing my hair from my face, trailing his touch over my skin, kissing the underside of my jaw, my temple, my neck. Worshipping me.
His lips brushed over mine, and I sank into the kiss, wanting closer, even as I caught my breath. I pulsed with aftershocks around his still hard erection, and whatever being had awakened within me stirred, hungry for more. My hips churned in response.
It seemed as though, with all things Jase, I couldn’t get enough.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jase
Dani rocked against me,almost imperceptible moans catching in her throat with each back and forth as she came down from her orgasm. Watching it had nearly sent me over the edge with her, but I’d managed to hold off, my muscles straining with the effort. No way was I ready for this to end.
Easing forward on the couch, I hooked her legs around my waist and carefully rose to my feet. Still buried inside her, I carried her to the bedroom, her tight heat clenching around me with every step.
She draped her arms over my shoulders, bare breasts pressed to my chest, face burrowed against my neck. Her mouth closed over my pulse, sucking gently before she licked up to my earlobe and tugged it with her teeth.
My cock throbbed, the feel of her unreal. Not just the way she clasped around me but the way she moved and chased her pleasure. How she’d completely let go on the couch and taken what she needed, leaving me to sit back and let her. To watch her and coax her on until she slipped over into ecstasy.
Every experience from my past had been the opposite. Me feeling like I had to be the one to take charge and dominate. To fulfill a specific role during sex—this composed, assertive, hypermasculine guy I’d worn like a filter throughout all my relationships because it was what I’d thought I had to do to keep my partner happy.
I hadn’t realized how much pressure it had been until Dani lifted it.
I lowered her onto the bed, Baxter thankfully nowhere in sight, and rocked into her once, pinning her to the mattress as I kissed her slow and deep. Her mouth chased mine, seeking more, but I didn’t give it to her.
Instead, I pulled away, her pout making my lips twitch as I stood. She’d had her time to play; now it was mine.
I worked her dress and panties over her hips, leaving her gloriously naked, the small mounds of her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths. My eyes drank in her slight curves and toned legs, following the soft line of her abdomen. She rubbed her thighs together as I kicked off my jeans, her eyes consuming me with equal hunger.
Once naked, I braced myself above her, not letting our bodies touch as I took in how beautiful she was—her skin flushed, lips swollen red, dark hair billowing around her face, framing those blue-green eyes.
She whispered her fingers along my chest and down my abs, making them clench as her touch drew close to where my cock strained for her.
Goose bumps lifted along my skin. Her eyes rose to mine, glinting in the light filtering in from the living room, and the openness of her gaze tightened my throat.
A slow smile spread over her lips. “Hi.”
I lowered to my forearms on either side of her head, pressing our bodies together, no barriers between us. “Hi.”
This, right here. This was what I wanted. No roles. No masks. No performances.
Just us.
I sank back into her one inch at a time, watching her eyes widen and mouth fall open as I rocked out slightly, then pushed in almost painfully slowly, wanting to draw this out as long as both of us could bear.
On my third thrust, I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, shaking with restraint. “Goddamn.” Her knees squeezed my hips, legs hooking around mine like she was trying to fuse herself to me.
“Please,” she moaned, hand clutching my hair as her head fell back.
I picked up my pace, no longer able to resist, the need to pump harder and faster growing with her every moan.
Sweat coated our skin. Our bodies slapped together, her wetness easing my way, driving me higher, my thrusts faster, until I could feel my climax closing in. It hovered just over my shoulder, ready to devour me. I refused to let go until she did.
