Page 75 of Memories By the Shore
Jasper traces a line of wet kisses along my jaw. “You smell exactly how I remember.”
“You do too,” I purr, closing my eyes.
His lips continue down my neck before stopping at my collarbone, letting his tongue linger over the flicker of my pulse. He uses a cooked finger to hook underneath the strap of my dress and gently inches it down my shoulder. My insides vibrate, craving to have him again. It’s been almost eight years since we’ve been together, but I still remember how he touched my body. No one has ever been able to touch me like that since.
One of his legs slides under my knee, spreading my legs further. I repeat the motion with the opposite side. Jasper’s hand glides up the outside of my leg, causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. I reach down between us and pull up my dress. His eyes flash to mine while a subtle smirk forms.
With the slight quirk of his upper lip, my panties are soaked. My pussy is throbbing, and my eyes are starting to glaze over. Helifts off of me, but only for a second, to unzip his shorts. I catch sight of his red pulsating cock spring out of his pants, and now I’m fucking feral.
“I need you,” I beg and paw at his pants in a desperate attempt to move quicker than we already are.
“Always so needy,” he growls. With one fluid motion, he pushes my panties aside, then grips himself and thrusts inside.
“Oh god,” I grit out instantly, filled by him—my eyes leak.
Jasper tucks his head into the crook of my neck, burying his nose in my hair. I feel him suck in before slipping into a smooth rhythm with rolling his hips.
Heaving and immobile, my limbs are locked in place. The intensity rumbles through my body. Jasper links an arm under a knee, pushing my leg into my chest to get a deeper angle.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans into the sensitive skin on my shoulder.
Jasper continues to thrust a few more times before I feel his orgasm start to build. His body begins to stiffen while his movements become more erratic.
“I’m almost there,” I barely squeak out.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts.
More powerful than the thousands before it, I release. My climax courses through my veins like a familiar drug. That old comforting sting of when it hits you and your back to achieving the air you continue to crave—a full gulp of oxygen. The shot of utter euphoria makes me black out, only to flutter my eyes to see black spots covering the room.
Panting, Jasper lifts off of me. He flips onto his back, then turns toward me with bloodshot eyes and a damp forehead. I’mjumpy and energized. Not knowing how to wrangle the different sensations, I burst into an uncontrollable giggle.
“Let’s do it again,” I say, meeting his flaring eyes.
“I need a little more time.” Jasper lets out a full belly laugh. “How about some food?”
“I’d love some food.” I beam with excitement.
“Wonderful.” Jasper pops up. Standing next to the bed, he tucks himself back inside his pants, and all I can think of is that I need it more. “Do you have food here?”
Shimmying my dress down, I shake my head.
“Of course you don’t,” he playfully quips.
I lower my eyes. “That’s not funny.”
Laughing, he leans over the bed, resting his palm on the mattress. “I’ll make you something.”
Since when does Jasper cook?This is nice. I bat my eyelashes at him. “Breakfast.”
He twirls a loose hair in his finger, then tucks it behind my ear. “Eleven at night, seems like a logical thing to eat.”
Grinning through a blush, I can’t hide, even in the dimly lit room. “And a fruit bowl with pineapple.”
“You go it.” His eyes fall to my lips.
I rise to kiss him with a soft, lingering kiss. I breathe him in before he pulls back. “I’ll be back in less than ten minutes.”
“Where are you going?”
