Page 42 of Sweet Little Thing

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “They both wanted to be me tonight. I saw them watching us. Looking at you coveting what I had. I didn’t like them looking at you. I’ve never been jealous or possessive, but you make me both.”

I sat up, and Jasper took me by the waist before moving me to his lap. His erection was pressing on my bottom. “Straddle me,” his tone husky.

I did as he asked, but I didn’t sit down. Whenever I did, the hard length between his legs would press the throb between mine. As much as I wanted that, I felt vulnerable in this position.

“I don’t want to share you with anyone. And I know that’s impossible,” he told me, caressing my face.

I ran my hand through his hair and down to his chest. “It could have simply been that they had never seen a girl eat pizza and tacos like a man before,” I teased.

Jasper chuckled. “Valid point.”

He put his hands on my hips and pushed them down. The moment I landed on his erection, a shot of pleasure boltedthrough me. I moaned, and it took all my willpower not to rock against it. Being on top was new for me. I wasn’t sure I liked the way I felt on display.

His hands sank into my hair, and he pulled my mouth down to his. The taste of him made me lightheaded. Causing me to forget my position or any other insecurity.

My heart was pounding against my chest so hard I was sure he could hear it. As his hands slipped under my shirt to pull it over my head, Jasper broke our kiss, throwing the shirt behind him before capturing my mouth again. I held onto his shoulders as he made quick work of my bra and threw it away. He then leaned back and stared at me. His hands splayed across my ribs, with my breasts bared to him, though his thumbs only dared caress my stomach as I breathed in pants. I was ready to beg when he brought his mouth to a nipple, sucking it gently past his teeth, tenderly scraping the flesh.

“Ah!” I cried out, my hands going to his head. I wanted to hold him there. To keep him doing whatever he was doing with his mouth. I could feel it all the way down to the heat between my legs that I was now grinding against him.

Jasper’s mouth moved to the other nipple. I watched in fascination. I couldn’t keep from making noises. Especially when he lightly bit. Everything he did only heightened the pleasure.

When he finally looked back up at me, I was rocking against him, desperate for more of this for what he made me feel.

“Lay down,” he told me. Whatever he said at this point, I would do. I trusted him as much as I ached for him.

As I lay on my back, Jasper undressed, removing his shirt and shorts. Only his boxer briefs remained. I’d often wondered what he looked like wearing these whenever I’d done the laundry. Getting to see him in them now was surreal.

Jasper bent and removed my shorts. Pausing, his eyes met mine. He held my gaze while his fingers slid under my panties,and he slowly eased them down. I was completely bare, and I’d never been naked like this in front of a guy before. When I lost my virginity, I had been wearing a dress, the length raised so he could enter me. I thought being like this with someone would scare me. But it didn’t. I wanted this. I wanted the connection.

His eyes trailed down my body, causing me to flush. He knelt between my legs, moving them apart. I watched, unsure what he was doing. When he lowered his head, I had a slight rise of panic.

I started to protest, but his kiss, on my inner thigh, took my breath and I couldn’t put a sentence together. He flicked at my skin with his tongue, then put his mouth where I’d never been kissed, the first swipe of his tongue on my ultra-sensitive flesh, making me cry out as I turned my head to bury my face into the sofa cushions.

“God, you taste as good as you smell,” Jasper said.

Trembling, I looked down at him and his eyes met mine. He watched my face as his tongue licked my softness. This seemed forbidden, and although I knew people did it, I never imagined it would happen to me. It was incredible.

My thoughts scattered when Jasper put his mouth on my clit and sucked. I clawed at his shoulders. I screamed his name. Pleaded with him. I no longer cared about how I acted or sounded. His deep groans of pleasure made me even more frantic.

When the wave washed over and through me, taking me to my release, I began to shake as my thighs pressed against his head and clutched Jasper’s face. I didn’t want to come down from my high. It was euphoric.

But as it eased, I wasn’t sure I could look at Jasper after the way I’d lost control.

Although, none of that was an issue. By the time I caught my breath, his body covered mine. I felt him pressing into me. The stretch and burn as he entered me caused me to still.

“Beulah, I can’t slow down. I’ve never been this fucking turned on in my life,” Jasper said his voice thick and raspy. As for me, I couldn’t speak yet. I lifted my hips and opened my knees further so he could sink inside me. He was larger than I was prepared for. The tight pain from him entering me while I came off my orgasm brought me immediately back to the climax as if it hadn’t been fading.

“Fuck,” he moaned against my neck. “That’s motherfucking amazing.” He was breathing hard, his body moving into mine, as Jasper began to thrust. Watching him go in and out of me, Jasper suddenly jerking back his hips, leaving my body, as I began to reach for him because I wanted it all, again and again, as deep as he could give it.

“Gaaah!” His seed pumped onto my stomach as Jasper’s hand stroked the length of his erection, watching it cover my skin.

“Shit. . .Beulah. . .that was. . .I’ve never been that worked up.” He spoke and lifted his eyes from my stomach to meet mine in the space left between us. I had no energy left. I was weak, but I smiled as he said, “I made a mess.”

“And I enjoyed it,” I replied.

Jasper laughed and leaned towards the floor. Found his shirt and thoroughly cleaned me. When he was finished, he pulled me into his arms, and I cuddled against his chest. The warmth of his skin was becoming a safe place for me. Almost like…it almost felt like home.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered.

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