Page 66 of Born in the Spring

Jasper’s quick to give them a tug, and just as quick to stop. “I need you to say it, Elara. Tell me you want this.”

“I do,” I groan out, and he resumes his pace, stopping again once the fabric is just past my thighs and spinning me to face him. I grip the edge of the island as I find him in a kneel, an electrical current charging from his fingers into my bare skin where he grips my legs.

I’ve never felt more powerful than I do right now, with Jasper Cassidy on his knees for me.

Iampowerful. At this moment, I am.

And so is he. With his devastating green eyes and intoxicating smile tilted up at me, as I picture that smile becoming even more intoxicating with my cum on his lips.

I blush over the dirty thought, and his grin changes to more of a smirk, like he knows.

I’d give him anything.

“The food’s gonna get cold,” I mutter from my distaste of dried up egg yolk while I, myself, am already too wet to care.

And Jasper’s already shaking his head as he gives another pull, and my knuckles go white with my grip as he assures me with, “It won’t. You’re going to eat your breakfast while I eat mine.”

I manage to step out of the leggings, now pooled at my feet, after he has to tug them once more to get my stunned body to move. I’m left in my panties, and he doesn’t waste a second with removing those.

“Tell me you want my face between your thighs,” he implores as he finishes stripping me, a subtle pleading emphasis I’m all too hungry to answer. “Tell me you want my tongue making you scream my name.”

“I do,” I repeat as another groan. “I want you, Jasper.” His name is a gasp as he descends, my neediness showing again as my thighs lift and part at his warm, teasing breath.

He inhales my scent. “I’ve waited so long to know how you smell. How you taste,” he adds with a groan of his own, leaning back to take me in beneath the lights. “To see how fucking beautiful your pussy is.”

My head falls back on a ragged, “Oh god,” the arousal in his eyes and his words almost too much.

“Breathe,” he rumbles out, half playful for when I’d told him the same, and I start to laugh, when he spins me back tofacing the island. My legs spread wide as his head moves in between them.

“Jasper. . .”

“I got you,” he says to my hesitancy, suddenly unsure of doing this in this way. I’m trembling, my body already far from steady, and if I have to eat while he eats—“All you need to focus on is not choking as you come in my mouth.”

I almost choke at hearing him speak like this, staring agape.

“Elara,” he nudges, his hands settling in a grip on my ass. “Take your first taste so I can take mine.”

His breath is another tease as I bend to the plates. My hold shakes as I bring the first bite of eggs to my lips. My body jolts against the island at the first touch of his tongue, pushing inside me with one long drag up to my clit. I moan around the spoon, yolk dribbling from my lips.

I barely have time to feel embarrassed by the slurping sound I make to suck it up, as I’m jolted forward again with the next drag of his tongue.

Jasper all but growls against my pussy as he takes a pause at my pause. “Elara,” he nudges again, and he doesn’t have to say my name a third time as I try for another bite of toast—

That stalls in my mouth as his tongue pushes inside me again, caressing my walls as his top lip strokes my clit, dual sensations that bring me closer to my release.

Another ragged, “Oh god,” leaves my mouth as I try to chew, and fail as I grind his face, the vibration of his moan the next to bring me that much closer.

He eases off and my noise of protest is instant. “Keep eating, Elara. I really don’t want to have to stop.” His fingers grope my ass at the beg and the warning in one, and I force my bite down, becoming aggressive with my next one, tearing itoff with a growl of my own.

Jasper’s smile is cocky against me before he sucks on my bundle of nerves and has me bucking.

And this is how it goes—his tongue licking long languid drags,flirtingwith my clit, as I manage bite after bite through gasps, each one getting slower and smaller the faster he works and the more he gives me.

My thighs quiver against his face in another pause, my breath loud pants.

“Jasper.” I drag out his name in a mewl as he eases off, more a complaint and my own nudge for him to stop stopping. “That feels so good.”

His sigh is deep. “There’s nothing I want more than to make you feel good. To make you happy,” he adds with a damp kiss to my thigh. “To have you crave me as much as I crave you.”

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