Page 82 of Born in the Spring

He smirks beneath the heat in his eyes. “I don’t have to come inside you,” he tells me, the subtle stress a twinkle in his stare. “I don’t have to come at all if you don’t want me to,” he adds as a tease, and I chuckle as I push on his chest.

“I want you to,” I say like there’s no other option as we move to the pillows, him on his back now, a new ecstasy shaping his features at seeing me in this new way above him. “Just let me know when you’re about to come and I’ll take care of it.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he mutters with a strain in his throat, his eyes going a little wide, almost like he meant to keep the thought in his head, but that thought only makes me move with more urgency, right into my straddle on top of him, the wayIcome.

He holds my waist as I ease him to my entrance, his focus locked on to that closing space between us, watching us connect. His grip presses tighter, his breaths quicker, with every inch down, until I’m sitting flush with his hips. I release the heaviest exhale of relief, like that last breath is all I’ll ever need to take, at the full feeling of him inside me.

And it’s the same for him, his risen chest falling beneath my palms, his green eyes dilating to very little green when they meet mine again. “Elara. . .”

“I know,” I murmur as I lean down, chest to chest, so he can feel my heart racing with his. My hair drapes around our faces as I kiss him, and he sweeps the strands back on both sides, bringing us back into the glow, and I smile at the gesture.

We’re in another slowing down moment, our hearts steadying together, to the same less fevered, but still pounding beats. The fever is more in our mouths, and our hands, as mine tangle in his hair, and his slide to my neck when we part, his thumbs grazing down both my pulse points.

“Ride me, Elara. Show me why this is your favorite.”

I moan at the lusty encouragement in his tone, and at the first movement of my hips. His teeth come together in a soft hiss as his head presses more into the pillow. But his gaze stays watchful on me as I find my perfect grinding rhythm, his hold on my neck tightening just enough to send an added whisper of warmth between my thighs.

We both figured out I would like that when he touched methis way right before we tumbled in here, but now with him inside me—“Oh.”

This new pleasure leans me up, and I arch my back, my head thrown back on gasping breaths. Jasper meets me there with a groan drawn from deep in his chest as he applies a little more pressure that increases my speed and intensifies every sensation from deep in my core, all the way down my thighs.

“Oh god.Jasper.”

In one swift movement, he shifts his hands—one still applying that perfect pressure on my neck and the other clamping to my hip, as he bends his knees. The motion spreads my legs wider as his thighs become flush with mine, and he thrusts into me, hard, stretching me more and hitting so much deeper with each one.

My whole body convulses with my orgasm, and Jasper doesn’t let up until I’m spent and collapsing.

He sweeps my hair back again, a smirk peeking through the gruff in his voice. “And that’s why it’s now my favorite.”

I fold my smile and hot cheeks into his neck, then feel his breath tickling my ear as his next words start up my hips again in languid movements.

“You are drenched.” That pride is in his tone that makes me chuckle. “And so tight,” he adds, with that grope of my ass I also love.

“I meant it,” I say as I lean back up, rubbing my nose against his. “I want you to come.”

“Oh, I am,” he says, keeping us connected as he shifts me to the pillows. He picks up the languid movements as he kisses my neck, rewarding him more scratches to his back.

“You’ll take care of it?” he asks between kisses along my cheek that ends with one to my lips, both a wondering and aknowing on his face.

“Get there, and find out,” I encourage on a tease, and a lift of my hips.

Jasper’s eyes flash with pure intention as he hooks one of my legs high around his waist, holding my ass and lifting me more as he thrusts, pumping harder and faster—

He pushes backward, pulling out of me to his knees, and I push up to meet him, taking him deep into my mouth. His fingers twist through my hair as a groan tears from his throat. And when the first spurt of his cum touches the back of mine, I take him in more, moaning as he does, sucking him for every drop.

He falls back onto his feet, catching his breath with a growing side grin at me.

I start crawling backward toward the pillows with a smile back, filled with my own pride, and he follows, towering over me again. He grazes his thumb along the wetness on my lips before kissing them, his tongue still tasting like me, and now mine tasting like him.

Thirty-Four

Jasper

Ihave her.

Elara. The woman I’ve wanted since I was seventeen. Right here, sitting back in my arms, under my bed sheets, as snow falls outside my window.

Fat flakes started coming down just seconds ago, always so sublimely timed. I’ve only ever seen them falling from this spot when I was alone. And I couldn’t take my eyes from the view that never stopped being wondrous. I couldn’t take myself from being snug in my sheets, sheltered from the calamities of my head by this miracle of calm around me, right when I needed it.

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