Page 81 of Born in the Spring

His smile stretches, then he’s removing my panties like he can’t fling them away fast enough.

“I love the sight of your clothes on my floor.” His grip returns to my legs as he pulls me back in with another tease at my pussy, his lips moving against mine. “And you love when I kiss you here.” He calls me out and my body responds with amore desperate arch into his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside me and drags up.

I open my thighs and he hauls my left leg over his shoulder, keeping me standing with a firm hold to my hip and a grope to my ass.

“And Elara?” he rasps on a pause. “My face will be buried in your pussyeverytime.”

“That’s a threat,” I joke.

His next kiss has a smile attached, as he licks a trembling line up the inside of both my lips before he seals his mouth to my clit in one flat swirling of his tongue, his neck angled in a way to give me the deepest devouring.

I’m panting and yanking on his hair so hard his scalp has to be on fire, but that’s just his mouth. That’s just me. His vibrating groans are all ecstasy, his pleasure of eating me and doing it so fucking well.

“Oh,” I mewl when I’mright there, not taking my eyes off him as the hottest heat spreads from where he’s working me, all the way to my toes. I cry out his name, my head falling back on its own as he brings me to another body rocking orgasm, licking and sucking through to the last wave.

“So good,” he rumbles against me, with a squeeze of my ass.

My flush is fierce at those words. “Jasper.” My voice is needy, my yank on his hair rough. “Can I beg you now?”

His answer is a low noise from his throat as he doesn’t waste a second setting down my leg and pushing off the bed. I sway on my feet and he leans me against him with one arm around my waist as the other flings back the covers. Then he lifts me, my legs swinging in a cling around his waist that I’m forced to loosen when he lays me on the sheets.

But only for a moment as he settles between them and kisses me deep, my scent and taste passing from his mouth to mine.So good.

My nails scratch down his back and his hiss parts our kiss. “Am I hurting you?” I ask, and I should’ve waited, now seeing the arousal in his eyes, and feeling his erection press into me, the friction digging my nails in more.

“In the best way,” he says with a low laugh, and a moan at my next scratching. “I want your marks on me, Elara.”

I give him more as my pussy chases more of his friction, and his back flexes into my hands.

Then he pushes up. “Arms.”

I’m pushing up with him, raising my arms at the same time he gives the command. He grasps my top at the hem and works it over my head, adding the shirt to the floor. He dips down, my body lying back to my elbows as he starts a trail of kisses up from my stomach, over the swells of my breasts, and up to my neck. He sucks the skin there, dragging a gasp from my lungs, as he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra.

Pushing up again, I help him slide the straps off my arms, and he tosses that to the floor too.

His darkened gaze roams over the entirety of my naked body, a barely audibleholy fuckon his lips that gives me another flush, before he husks out, “You’re perfect.”

I bite my lip as he drops down and places a lingering kiss between my breasts. He then cups one in his hand as his mouth finds the other, licking and sucking and nibbling my nipple, sending a still unresolved ache to my pussy, my walls clenching for him to fill me.

“Jasper.” A second half complaint and half moan as I lift into him, this time as a nudge. “Your pants. Get them off.”

He’s off the bed in a second, not wasting another to add his jeans and his boxers to the growing pile, after the two thumps of his shoes sound across the floor, my heart thumping to the same jumbled beat as my gaze roams over the entirety ofhisnaked body.

Jasper is beautifuleverywhere.

And big.

And so hard for me.

My swallow is loud, barely making it all the way down as I manage a playful smile. “I’mperfect?”

“Yes,” he groans, stroking himself from base to tip, squeezing and thumbing over his precum before stroking back down. “You are.”

“Me,” I gasp out, wetness pooling between my legs, not even embarrassed at the scolding in my voice as I grab for his arm and yank him onto the bed. “Useme,” I breathe through a laugh, from the tiniest fluster I feel anyway.

“I need to grab a condom.” He warns me of another pause with a smile against my lips, and I sigh, more over myself for not even thinking of that.

“I’m on the pill,” I say, then shake my head. “I still don’t wanna risk it, but god, I want to feel you.”

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