Page 20 of Hidden Gem
Jason closed his mouth on hers, his body waking up in excitement as she parted her lips, inviting him in. He’d slept. He was alive. Nothing else mattered. He deepened the kiss, sneaking a taste of her tongue. She whimpered into his mouth, intensifying his hunger. Tracing his lips down her body, he searched for those cherry nipples, capturing on in his mouth. His hand landed on her round stomach, and she moaned softly. He glanced up at her face and saw her eyes closed, mouth ajar. So perfect.
She arched her back, guiding his hand lower.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice so thick it nearly caught in his throat.
“If you are?” she gasped breathlessly.
He’d never been surer of anything.
Jason slid his fingers between her legs, shivering as he they reached a pool of wetness. He could barely think. How had he been living without this?
“Do you have a condom?” she gasped as his fingers circled her.
Did he? He’d never had any visitors here. He’d never even contemplated bringing anyone up here. Life had been about survival, about not falling over. He was pitifully ill-prepared.
“Sorry, I don’t.” He groaned, falling back on his back, trying to ignore the painful ache in his groin. “Do you?”
Beatrice sat up, shaking her head. “I’m willing to risk it if you are? I haven’t been with anyone in ... years.” Her face reddened with embarrassment.
His chest fluttered and his hard-on stood up in renewed excitement. “I had a pretty thorough physical a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since. But... what about pregnancy?”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” she whispered, her tone even.
Jason thought about asking why but staring at the ample pair of breasts dangling within his reach, the words got lost. The only thing he cared about was that she stayed with him. He cupped one breast in his hand, revelling in the weight of it. He wanted these breasts in his bed every night, without fail. He’d do anything to make that happen.
“How do you like it?” he asked.
Her eyes rounded in surprise, like nobody had ever asked, like she’d never had to put this into words. “I want to try everything,” she said, biting her lip. “That sounds stupid. But I just want everything.”
“Let’s.” His voice choked up and he rolled her over on the bed.
If only he’d been fully awake. His fuzzy brain was still fighting his urges, wooing his head back towards the pillow. He wanted to be better than this. He wanted to want everything, but this wasn’t going to be one of those tantric sessions; there wasn’t enough in his tank for that.
As if sensing his inner struggle, Marnie spread her legs, pulling him in. He traced his hand up her thigh, but she reached for him, and her eyes grew wide as her fingers wrapped around his hard-on. Jason held his breath, sliding his fingers between her legs. Marnie pushed against his hand, whimpering. He circled her opening, enjoying the slick feeling on his fingers. “You feel so good. Tell me what you like...”
He increased his pace, but his eyes dipped slightly from a wave of exhaustion, his supporting arm shaking a little. Maybe one night of sleep wasn’t enough to fully restore him. Jason sucked in a breath, trying to focus.
Marnie traced his stubble with her index finger. “It’s okay. Just take me,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”
Coaxed by her hands, Jason drove into her. The perfection of it. She moaned under him, digging her fingernails into his arms, making him forget everything else. With every thrust, he cared less, worried less, wanted more.
He kept going, propelled by the soft moans of the woman under him, until a violent release shook his body, emptying him into the perfect, soft body of a stranger.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, falling back on his side of the bed, still twitching from the aftershocks.
Too fast, he accosted himself. Selfish. But satisfied. Utterly empty and satisfied. He should have looked after her, made sure she came first. He should have done everything differently.
“Why are you sorry?” she asked.
“I couldn’t hold any longer. I should have...” an exasperated sigh escaped his lips and he let his head sink into the pillow. “You deserve so much better. Do you want me to...” He reached for her, but she gently patted his hand away.
He felt her fingertips on his face, stroking his stubble. “Shh. It’s all good. Get some more sleep.”
Jason moaned, shame washing over him. But each soft stroke of her hand showed she wasn’t angry with him. He’d sleep some more and do better. He’d control himself and look after her, make amends for the rest of his life. But first, he’d sleep and gather his strength.
He closed his eyes, and sparkly darkness took over, little stars bursting and twinkling behind his eyelids, his brain sinking into the sweet relief of sleep.
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