Page 53 of Memories By the Shore
I gasp.
“You’re shaking.” His tone is low and filled with concern.
I nod.
“Oh, Avery,” he says tenderly, cupping my face. “We can go as slow as you want.”
I nod.
“Come here.” Placing one arm under my legs and the other bracing my lower back, he lifts me. As he carries me to the bed, I wrap an arm around his neck and curl into him. Jasper softly lowers to the mattress. Staring at him from a lying position onmy back, I drag my eyes over every inch of his toned body—every tattoo, the divots of his toned chest, and his tousled-on-top dark hair.He is mine.
Jasper crawls on top of me, a smile playing on his lips. He stops at my core. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He hooks a finger under my panties and slowly inches them down. His warm breath on the inside of my thighs temporarily settles my nerves.
“I’m going to loosen you up a bit.” His words hit the outside of my pussy, making it throb with anticipation.
“Uh, okay,” I squeak out, unsure what he means by loosening me up, but I do know what he’s planning on doing between my legs.
Jasper rubs his nose along the inside of my thigh, slowly licking my bumpy skin. I frantically reach for a pillow, a blanket, or anything to brace myself. He hooks both arms around the back of my knees and, with purpose, scoots me closer. I’m his to mold and manipulate.
“We don’t even need to have sex. I could stay down here all day,” he mumbles, then darts his tongue out, shooting it directly into my core. I gasp. We’ve done this before, but knowing what it will lead to makes it all that much better.
With a curve of his tongue and a light touch of his nose, I’m hit in both of the most sensitive areas. He slides in and out, licking every part of me. My legs begin to tremble like aftershocks from an earthquake, but instead, working in reverse because they only gain momentum.
“I need to make you nice and relaxed. I’d never forgive myselfif I hurt you,” he says, tilting his head to get a better angle.
My fingers find his head. I thread them through the soft, short strands of hair. “You could never hurt me, Jasper.”
“We’re going to be together forever,” he purrs into my core.
The slickness of my arousal coating the inside of my thighs, his tongue laps it up, covering the landscape of my most desired area. I’ve never had another guy down here, and I hope I never will.
“Ohh,” I moan, my eyes roll back. My pussy pulses with a deep intensity as tingles start from within. The pit of my stomach drops like a free fall, causing my back to bow off the bed.
“Come for me, Arizona,” he tells me. “I want to have every part of you, in every part of me.”
I’m coming. Now recognizing this feeling.
“Oh god!” I grit out. My hands grip the back of his head, moving him in the direction I need, riding his face, not caring at the moment whether he can breathe—desperate to feel it all. An orgasm rolls through my body like a hurricane, wrecking everything in its path.
Jasper releases, raising his head and looking drunk on lust.
Matching his energy, I smile. “You could breathe, couldn’t you?”
He wipes his face on the back of his hand and crawls up my torso, leaving a trail of my wetness with his kisses. “It doesn’t fucking matter.”
I giggle.
“How do you feel?” he asks, resting his body on mine.
“Perfect.”
His smirk is wide. He’s satisfied with himself. “Good.”
“I’m happy I waited to do this with you.” My voice cracks through a whisper.
