“God, yes. Right now,” he groaned.
He thrust home one last time, and then I felt the hot gush of his release inside me and I cried out as he pressed himself deeper and deeper, not thrusting but crushing himself against me as he came, gasping my name over and over again.
When he was still, I pulled away from him and stumbled to the bed, collapsing onto it and pulling him with me. He fell in next to me, burying his face against my br**sts and sighing. I held him there, feeling his scratchy stubble brush the soft skin, feeling our pulses hammer in tandem.
“You really liked it like that, didn’t you?” I asked, after several minutes of restful silence.
He nodded. “God, yes. I kind of lost it there at the end, didn’t I?”
I giggled. “Yeah, you kind of did.”
He twisted to peer up at me, concern on his features. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head. “No, baby. You can f**k me hard anytime you want.”
He laughed and rolled over on top of me. “I can? Really? I knew I was being too rough, but I couldn’t stop. I’m s—”
“Don’t apologize. I said you didn’t hurt me. I liked it. I’m serious.” I scratched his back and rubbed his backside with my feet, pulling him closer.
“Next time I want you on your hands and knees,” he said.
I quirked an eyebrow at him. “You do, do you? Doggy style, huh?”
He ducked his head. “I hate that term. It sounds degrading.”
I shrugged. “I don’t care what you call it, but yeah, we’ll do that next.”
He grinned and slid against me. I felt him hardening already, and I reached down between us, taking him in my hand and stroking him into a full erection. He tried to push into me, but I shook my head, grinning at him. I pressed the tip of him to my clit and circled it, using his thick, warm flesh to stimulate myself, slowly at first but with increasing fervency, until I was arching my back and moaning. Through slitted eyes I watched him tense, holding back, the motion of my hand on him as I pleasured myself with his c**k bringing him to desperation.
I came hard, biting his shoulder to quiet my breathless shriek of climax. When the initial wave had rolled over me, I crammed his hot flesh into my opening and clenched my legs around his waist so tightly he couldn’t move. I rolled my hips, grinding mine against his, clamping down with my vaginal muscles as hard as I could, my body slick against his, my sweat mingling with his, my mouth seeking his lips and whispering “I love you” into his groan, milking my orgasm. When the shudders had slowed, I relaxed my hold on him and let him pull out partway, and then held him in place, smiling into our kiss. He was close, too, but I wasn’t ready for him to release yet. I was greedy for another orgasm, determined to milk it from him before I let him come. He knew what I wanted by now, and instead of merely plunging deep immediately, he thrust shallowly, lifting his hips to slide his length downward into me, his hardness pressing against my clit with each slight motion. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a second climax coiling inside me.
“I thought you said I could have you the other way next time?” he murmured, grinning.
I shrugged, smirking saucily at him. “I lied. You’ll have to wait.”
“Not nice.”
“I’m nice all the rest of the time,” I told him. “I don’t have to be nice in bed with you. This is when I get to be bad.”
He pushed in against me, but I moved away from his thrust to keep him from thrusting deep. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Keeping it shallow.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Just doing what feels good. Making you wait.”
He slid his arms beneath my head, supporting his weight on his elbows. “Then I’ll have to wait, I guess.” His playful grin went serious. “I want to do whatever makes you feel good. Whatever you want, baby.”
I clutched his hard ass and urged him to move. “And that’s why I love you. Well, one of the reasons.” We found a rhythm together, meeting in the middle of each shallow thrust, teasing both of us.
“What are the other reasons?”
“Fishing for compliments, are you?”
He smirked, his face tensed, betraying his concentration. “Yep. Shamelessly.”
“Well, I love you for the way you make love to me. I love you for your body. I love you for being possessive of me and taking care of me.” I paused to slide my eyes closed as he adjusted his weight and inadvertently found my sweet spot with the gently thrusting tip of his erection. “Oh, god yeah, just like that, right there. Don’t stop…oh, shit that feels good.”
He moved into me in a series of quick, shallow thrusts that had me arching desperately against him, fingers clawing into his lat muscles. “Any other reasons?”
I laughed breathlessly. “Hmm. I might love you for your talent with a camera. I especially love you for what you do with your tongue. I definitely love you for loving me despite my speech impediment.”
“Which is pretty much gone now.”
I nodded, unable to speak as my body began to be rocked by earthquake shudders. He didn’t increase his pace or his depth, though, and I loved him for that, although I couldn’t summon the words to say so. He stayed shallow and quick, driving the waves of climax up into sharp peaks of ecstatic bliss, not breaking over me yet, but still building with each slight push of his erection against that wonderful spot he’d found. I felt my chest tighten, felt my heart swell, and I met his eyes, seeing a depth of love in his vibrant jade gaze that brought me out of mere physical orgasm and into the desperate, weeping clinging of overwhelmed love.
Long moments passed, and the climax continued to build, and I grew frantic for the break of the orgasm, gasping against his arm, whimpering when he dipped his head to suckle one of my br**sts. That was all it took, the hot wet pull of his mouth over my taut nipple. I cried out, uncaring now who heard.
“Now, Jason. I n-need it, n-now!” I stammered, panting against his ear.
He groaned in relief and thrust deep, hard, letting his weight settle on my body and crashing deep into me. “Oh, god, Becca, oh…I’m gonna come so hard…”
“G-g-ood…give it all to m-me.” The only time I ever stuttered anymore was when I climaxed with Jason, and he seemed to make it his personal goal to make me come so hard I lost my fluency.
He kept his mouth on my breast, teething my nipple gently and pushing deep, but softly, lovingly, moving sinuously in long, perfect strokes.