“You’re all mine for now.” She slipped her shorts and panties down her legs, wanting to be with Jason more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life.
“Take me then,” he replied seductively. “And I’ve always been yours.”
He’s the one.
When she’d been in therapy, her counselor had told her that one day she’d find a man who she would trust with her body. Jason was that man, the only male who had ever made her body go up in flames.
“Do with me what you will,” Jason agreed, his voice heavy with passion, his hooded eyes moving to her face.
Hope crawled across the bed naked, not feeling as confident as she’d like. Jason was all man, possibly more male than she could handle. “I don’t have much experience with seduction,” she admitted as she knelt by his hips.
“Baby, you don’t need experience. When it comes to you, I’m a sure thing,” he answered. His tone was pained, but his lips twitched with amusement.
Hope smiled weakly back at him, getting lost in his incredible eyes. “I want to touch you.”
“Do it,” he told her demandingly. “It might kill me, but I’ll go out happy.”
She straddled him carefully. Her heated core rested at the top of his thighs. With her palms on his shoulders, she stroked her hands all the way down his chest and let herself explore his heated skin. Each defined muscle of his abdomen was traced as she took her time to make her way down to his rock-hard cock. His erection jut up against his stomach. Taking him in hand, she licked her suddenly dry lips as she wrapped her fingers around him and used her index finger to explore the sensitive head. “You’re so big,” she told him in an awed voice.
Jason let out a strangled groan and gripped the wooden headboard above him with both hands. “You’re killing me here, Hope. Kiss me,” he insisted in a low, domineering voice.
The demand mingled with a plea in his voice had Hope immediately lowering her upper body over his. She shivered from the feel of his heated flesh meeting hers. Her sensitized ni**les abraded against his chest as she thrust her fingers into his hair, every touch heightening her desire.
Their eyes meet and held: fiery blue and emerald green orbs collided, each exuding naked desire. Jason had laid himself bare, left himself raw and open as his hands clutched the headboard harder. His fingers turned white from the effort he made not to take control.
Hope lowered her head and kissed him, poured out her emotions in the embrace. His coarse hair fisted in her hands, the tendrils slid between her fingers; she moaned into his mouth as he took control of the embrace and demanded her surrender, even though she was in the position of dominance at the moment.
Jason’s tongue lashed into her mouth, conquered her, consumed her; his hands moved from the wood behind him and wrapped around her. Questing fingers moved up and down her back and down to her ass, touching every available inch of her flesh.
Hope’s core clenched hard, as though it begged for his possession. Her hips swiveled against his groin as Jason deepened the kiss, the desperate caress of his lips against hers carnal and needy. Hope felt the same fierce, feral instincts. Her tongue met his with every stroke; the folds of her saturated pu**y parted as she ground her hips against him, needing more.
She released a breathy moan as she tore her lips from his. “Please, Jason. I need to feel you. Help me.”
His hand slid between them and moved down to the sensitive flesh between her thighs. “Baby, you’re so wet,” he rasped. He grasped her hair and pulled her head back. “Look at me,” he growled. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Stay with me.”
Hope moved her hands to his chest and used the solid, hard surface for support. “Please,” she whimpered. Her need was so sharp as she got lost in his cerulean eyes that she panted.
“Say my name. Say it over and over. Don’t you dare close your eyes. Keep looking at me. Know exactly what you’re doing, exactly who you’re with,” Jason insisted. His fingers stroked and circled her clit, the digits saturated with her liquid heat.
“Jason.” She moaned, wanted to close her eyes, but kept herself focused on him.
At that moment, there was only the fierce longing for the man beneath her. “Jason.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Just me. Only me,” he crooned, his expression intense as he placed the head of his c**k against her channel.
Hope’s fingernails dug into the skin of his chest as he gently grasped her hips.
“It’s your choice, Hope. Take me or continue as we are. It’s your choice,” he rumbled, his hands still on her hips. Waiting.
Take. Take. Take.
She watched as his expression darkened. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he stared at her, ready for her to make that choice.
Wanting nothing more than to give them both what they wanted, she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. The walls of her channel stretched as she accepted him inside her. “Jason.” She moaned as she finally sunk down on his shaft.
“Whoa, baby,” Jason said huskily and held her hips immobile. “Slowly.”
Hope could feel the fullness of him inside her, and she didn’t want to go slow. But she also felt a twinge of pain that accepting his large c**k caused, and she forced herself to sink down slower. “I just want you so badly.”
Inch by inch, her sheath gave way and her muscle relaxed to let him enter. The pain subsided as Jason slowly guided himself inside her, not letting her sink onto him too quickly. His face was contorted, as though he fought for control, but his reassuring eyes never left hers.
Finally, she was completely seated, and his grip on her hips relaxed. As her gaze bore into Jason’s, her heart swelled, and her body ignited, the feel of him completely inside her overwhelming and sublime.
“Fuck. You feel so good, baby, so incredibly wet and hot,” Jason responded gutturally.
As her body accepted him, Hope let out a sultry mewl of satisfaction. She felt filled, stretched, everything inside her giving way to Jason.
His hands gripped her hips harder. “Fuck me, Hope. I need you.”
His plea was her undoing; the agony in his eyes unraveled her. Letting his now gentle grip on her hips guide her, she lifted herself up and sunk back down on him. A throaty groan of satisfaction slipped between her lips and reverberated through the room. Her gaze stayed locked with his, her only need to remove the anguished look from his eyes, make it turn to one of desire and satiation. Heat coursed through her own body, and she wanted him to give way.