He kissed her again, making her knees weaker with each brush of his tongue against hers. For a long time they just stood there, exploring each other's mouths. Her fingers grasped his bare shoulders as he held her hips and pulled her against him. She couldn't get enough of him. She wanted him. Wanted him inside her. But she didn't want this to stop.
He guided her across the room, never once breaking their long, sensuous kiss until he dropped to his knees in front of her. Steadying her hips in his hands, he kissed her just above the waistband of her jeans. Her whole body quivered at his fiery touch. Gripping his shoulders for balance as her knees threatened to give out, she watched him unfasten the top button of her jeans. He looked up at her face, took the zipper pull in his teeth, and slowly drew it downward. She tried to exhale. Couldn't remember how.
He kissed the exposed flesh in the "V" of her unzipped jeans. She gasped as he ran his hand down her leg, over her quivering knee, caressing the back of her calf through the thick denim. She wanted his hands on her skin. Now. Right now. She started to push her jeans over her hips, but he stopped her. He laughed softly as he stood, pressing his hips against hers, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. His lips stopped an agonizing inch away from hers.
"In a hurry?" he whispered with a devilish grin. The heat of his breath on her lips destroyed what little balance she had left and her knees buckled. He caught her, holding her close to him.
He leaned into her and sudden panic turned her veins to ice as her center of gravity shifted, as she sensed the room shifting around her. A second before panic took over, she realized he was coming down with her, that he was lowering her, and a moment later, her back landed gently on something soft. Leather creaked beneath them. For a delicious eternity, they just kissed, lying on the couch in each other's arms, making out like a couple of teenagers. His mouth left hers and explored her neck, pausing here and there to kiss exquisitely sensitive places she never knew existed. He kissed her, long and deep, then said, "There is so much I want to do to you right now." His voice was strained, almost desperate. "Christ, I just want to touch you and taste you, but—" He exhaled hard. Kissed her mouth. Her jaw. Her throat. Suddenly his body tensed. " Fuck." The word came out as little more than a sharp breath against her neck.
The frustration in his voice unsettled her. "What's wrong?" His shoulders tensed as he drew a long breath. When at last he spoke again, his voice was a deep, throaty growl. "If I don't fuck you right now, I'm going to lose my mind."
The hunger in his voice destroyed any chance she had of forming—much less speaking—a coherent thought. She reached for his belt. Their eyes met and they froze, as if searching each other for resistance. Then they moved quickly, almost clumsily,
struggling to get out of their remaining clothes as fast as possible, still kissing even as they fumbled with belts and zippers.
Before tossing his jeans away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He glanced at her, one eyebrow raised.
"Figured I should have one handy tonight," he said, a mix of humor and uncertainty in his voice. "I hope I wasn't being too presumptuous."
"Not in the least."
He tore the wrapper with his teeth, and as soon as the condom was on, she parted her legs for him, her entire body trembling with anticipation. A second later, he took her in one quick thrust, knocking the breath out of her, and for a long moment, neither of them moved. Neither breathed.
Finally, he kissed her, that deep, spine-melting kiss, and slowly withdrew. He took long, slow strokes, releasing sharp, ragged breaths against her lips. She could barely breathe at all, inhaling and exhaling at the exact same speed his cock moved inside her.
"Oh my God," she whispered finally.
"Jesus, you feel amazing," he said. He picked up speed, driving himself deeper and harder with each stroke.
"Oh God, Jason," she said, her voice barely more than a whimper. "Don't stop, please, don't stop . . . ."
The throaty groan he released told her he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. She held onto him for dear life, digging her fingers into his shoulders, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. The incredible sensations he unleashed within her brought cries and whimpers and desperate pleas for more, more, more out of her.
"Faster," she pleaded. "Faster, please, faster . . . . " Her voice seemed to come from somewhere outside of her, but he must have heard her loud and clear. He gripped her shoulders and rode her, fucked her, faster than she'd ever thought possible.
"Oh God," he groaned.
"You're going to make me come," she said, holding him tighter, her back arching off the couch as the first ripples of an orgasm radiated through her. "Oh God, Jason, you're—" But the words stuck in her throat as a deep tremor surged up her spine.
"I'm going to come too," he said. He sounded like a man in pain, a man on the brink of insanity. "Oh my God . . . . "
Simone's vision exploded in a shower of white sparks. She distantly heard herself cry his name. Seconds later, Jason took a few last violent strokes, released a helpless moan, and shuddered against her.
Chapter Eight
For a long time, they were both still, just holding each other and trembling. At long last, Jason lifted his head and kissed her.
"Wow," he said.
She laughed softly against his lips. "I was thinking the same thing." He looked at her for a moment, and she thought he was going to speak again, but instead, he kissed her.
After a long kiss, his lips barely left hers as he whispered, "I could do this all night." She moaned softly as he bent to kiss her neck. His voice vibrated across her skin as he pressed his lips against her neck just beneath her jaw. "I don't usually rush like that. I like to take my time. Enjoy a woman's touch, enjoy the way she tastes . . . ." The tip of his tongue touched her neck and took her breath away. "But I just couldn't resist you."
She released a helpless whimper and clung to his shoulders. He had to notice her trembling. Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he spoke in a low growl that seemed to come from deep in his throat. "I want to take my time with you, Allyson. I want to touch you, and taste you, and I want to fuck you again."
She tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a soft moan.
"Come with me," he whispered.
He rose and took her by the hand, leading her down the hall. When he stopped, she could just barely make out the shape of his bed in the faint moonlight spilling in through the window. Anticipation pulsed within her. She thought he was going to lay her down then, but instead he leaned against the footboard, pulling her into his arms again and kissing her once more.
After a moment, he reached toward the bedside table and flicked on the lamp, flooding the room in a gentle amber glow. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her, watching his hands trace her outline, her shoulders, her hips. A ragged breath parted his lips and when his eyes met hers, they smoldered with insatiable hunger.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," he whispered, his breath cool against her skin. A moment later, the moist warmth of his mouth encircled her nipple and she moaned as his tongue swept across her flesh. The room spun around her and she grasped his shoulders. His voice vibrated against her breast as he groaned softly. He released her nipple and stood, but he didn't kiss her. Instead, he turned her so she leaned against the bed.
"This time, I'm going to take my time," he breathed against her neck. "I am going to enjoy every"—His fingers slid up the back of her neck into her hair—"inch"—He closed his hand, slowly gripping her hair—"of you."
He pulled her into a deep kiss. She melted against him.
He laid her on the bed then, pulling her legs around his waist. Leaning over her, he kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts, sliding his hands down her sides as he trailed kisses down her belly. She squirmed against his mouth. Never mind the fact that he had just fucked her, she'd never wanted— craved—a man this badly.
Jason ran his hands over the smooth curve of her hips and down her long
legs. Her knees trembled at his touch and he fought to keep his breath steady and even. He was certain she could hear the deafening pounding of his heart. He touched his lips to the inside of her knee, working his way up the silky skin of her inner thigh. Exploring her smooth, slender legs, he traced his fingers up the
subtle groove in her well-defined calf muscles. He ached to be inside her again, to feel her squeezing him as he released, but he would wait. Just as he'd promised, he intended to savor her this time, every last inch of her.
Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he knelt on the floor. His mouth watered. Good God, he had never wanted a woman like this.
He hoped she couldn't feel the unsteadiness in his hand as it slid up her thigh. A ragged breath escaped his throat as he watched his two fingers slide easily inside her. She whimpered and tightened around his fingers, and her hips lifted off the bed. As he watched her writhe, watched his fingers sliding in and out of her, he couldn't help the moan that escaped his own throat. His cock ached with anticipation. But he wasn't ready to be inside her yet. No, not just yet.
He slipped his fingers back in and leaned forward. His tongue traced a slow circle around her clit and—
—a lightning bolt of icy-hot pleasure surged through her.
The bedspread bunched in her clawing hands. She thought she moaned, but didn't know, didn't care. All she knew was the sensations coursing through her with each sweep of his tongue and thrust of his hand. His mouth and fingers worked together, moving in perfect rhythm, pulling each shudder and moan from her as if they were simply waiting within her for him to take.
She had no choice but to surrender to him completely. He pushed her nearer and nearer to the edge, waiting until she was a gasp away from climaxing before he slowed his rhythm and let the tidal wave of ecstasy recede before he started again. Again and again, until the room spun around her and she couldn't remember where she was, who she was.
He brought her to the edge again and held her there, balancing her on the brink. Then his rhythm quickened, the movements of his tongue and fingers taking on a more earnest pace. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
With a precise flick of his tongue, he propelled her into a delirious, groundshaking orgasm. Her back arched, her legs shook, her hands clawed the bedspread. White-hot pleasure pulsed through her. Sensations she had never before felt took hold of her, shaking her to the core. And still he drew it out, his tongue and fingers urging more and more until she begged him to stop.
Jason stood then and leaned over her as the orgasm subsided, his fingers still inside her. "Your body is amazing," he whispered against her jaw, kissing her neck as she fought for breath.
He ran his tongue across his lips and kissed her, his tongue tangy-sweet with the taste of her. She put her arms around him and devoured his kiss, renewed desire burning within her. She needed him inside of her. Now. Couldn't wait any longer. She had to have him.
"Fuck me again," she said, her voice unsteady.
"I thought you'd never ask," he growled breathlessly. He made quick work of getting a condom from the bedside table and putting it on. Taking her hips in his hands, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed.
He didn't slide into her; he didn't gently push into her. No, he held her hips and slammed into her, forcing the very breath out of her lungs and gasping loudly himself as he filled her completely. For a moment, they were both still, breathless, simply staring into each other's eyes just as they had on the couch.
Finally, he pulled back, withdrawing ever so slowly before sliding back in. The next stroke, he did the same, but he thrust his cock back in this time. She whimpered with pleasure.
His speed and force increased with each stroke, and she couldn't help but cry out as he rode her. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her as he thrust harder and faster into her.
He pulled her legs onto his shoulders, sliding his hands up and down her calves with each stroke. Then he kissed her ankle, flicking his tongue across her skin as if he simply needed to taste her again. Simone moaned as he drove himself deeper. Her back
arching, she found his rhythm and rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, pulling him in, squeezing him each time he withdrew.
"Oh . . . my . . . God . . . ." he breathed, his rhythm faltering slightly. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down to her, engulfing his mouth in a breathless kiss and running her fingers through his sweat-glazed hair. "Get on your back."
He looked at her, his eyebrows arching with surprise. Then, he pulled out and did as she ordered, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back.
Before Jason could even think, she was over him, a heavy sigh escaping her mouth as she took his cock into her in one quick motion. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust upward, but she squeezed him with her thighs and pinned his arms beside his head.
"No," she said. "It's my turn." She rolled her hips forward as she rose off him, and then rolled them back on the way down. Faster and faster with each stroke, she rode him. Lying helplessly beneath her, his arms still held captive, Jason groaned softly and surrendered to her. She was in complete control and he loved it. He watched her breasts bouncing and her abs rippling with each roll of her hips. Holy hell, he didn't know what she was doing, but it was amazing. All he knew was he couldn't have stopped the impending orgasm if he tried.
Just as he was getting close, she tightened around him and moaned. Her hands, still grasping his, squeezed and released, squeezed and released. She threw her head back and moaned again.
Trying desperately to keep his own orgasm at bay, he pulled his hands free and grabbed her hips. They rocked together, his body rising to meet hers whenever she came down, driving his cock as deep as it could go inside her. She overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes and cried out, "Allyson, oh my God, don't . . . stop . . . ."
She seized around his cock in the same instant he came. He couldn't tell whose groans of pleasure were whose, all he knew was the fiery surges that shook him from head to toe. Her body trembled within his grasp. His hands trembled against her body. When it subsided he took a deep gulp of air, realizing he'd forgotten to breathe. They looked at each other. Her eyes were glazed with delicious satisfaction. He slid his hands up her back and pulled her down to him to kiss her.
After a moment, he got up just long enough to get rid of the condom. Then they slid under the covers together, and for a long time, they just kissed, long, drawn out, lazy kissing. Eventually, she lay beside him, her head on his shoulder, and they both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Nine
Somewhere between dreaming and consciousness, Simone became aware of the warmth of Jason's body beside her. His arms were wrapped around her and his chest rose and fell against her back with each breath.
She absently ran her fingers along his forearm. He stirred then, nuzzling her shoulder and kissing her neck softly. The touch of his lips brought her out of her dreamy haze. Wide awake now, she guided his hand to her breast, and his fingers closed around it. He murmured and stirred again.
He moved his hand from her breast, and for a moment, she was disappointed, thinking he was going back to sleep. Instead, his hand slid to her side and he caressed her, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hip. She exhaled through her teeth, gooseflesh prickling her skin and a warm tremor rippling through her. She pressed her body into his and he pulled her closer, groaning into her ear, his cock hardening against her ass.
His luxurious touch ignited fresh desire within her. He continued his exploration of her body, his touch becoming more insistent as his breath came more rapidly.
"Your body is amazing," he whispered, his voice slurred with sleepiness, his lip brushing her ear as he spoke. "Absolutely amazing."
His fingers slipped around to the back of her thigh. She parted her legs just slightly, allowing his fingertips to glide along her inner thigh. Her entire body quivered as they found their mark. Her back arched against him and a moan escaped her lips. He laughed softly, the hum of hi
s voice tantalizing against her neck.
"Do you like that?" he murmured into her shoulder as his fingers drew lazy circles around her clit.
"I love it." She could barely speak.
"I love touching you," he breathed. His fingers were more insistent now, his voice ragged as if he fought to maintain his composure. "I could do this all night." He slipped two fingers inside her, moving them slowly, deliciously. "I could listen to you moan, listen to you scream, until the end of time."
All she could manage in return was a soft whimper. She squeezed his fingers and he took a sharp hiss of breath.
For a long time, he just held her, nuzzling her neck, breathing against her hair, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her. The only sound in the room was his breath against her ear and the gasps and moans he brought out of her.
Then, he slipped his fingers out and brought his hand away slowly. Before she could protest, he kissed her shoulder and whispered, "Don't move." In the next instant his entire body broke contact with hers. The sudden separation was jarring, puzzling, but the sound of the nightstand drawer made her shiver as she understood why he had gone.
Foil ripped. Jason muttered something under his breath. Then he was against her again, sliding his hand over the swell of her hip as he kissed the back of her neck. He tugged at her shoulder, urging her to lie on her back. She did, and even as his mouth enveloped hers, she pushed her quivering hips toward him. She ached for him, wanted his hand back where it had been, but he didn't comply.
He broke the kiss and reached across her body in the darkness. "I want to see you," he said. He flicked on the light, and she flinched at the sudden brightness. His warm hand caressed her shoulder, her breast, her hip. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Camera Shy Page 5
