Page 47 of Only Forever

Before I realized what was happening, Jason had pulled down my pants and underwear simultaneously. I gasped at the sudden cool air that hit the bottom half of my body unexpectedly, andI was immediately self-conscious of how wet I already was and automatically closed my legs. Jason was the only one I had been intimate with my entire life, and even then, that had been so long ago. I felt inexperienced and clumsy.

Jason looked down at me, his expression a mixture of desire and affection. “Feeling shy?” he asked with a mischievous smile. He trailed a finger down my stomach and lingered at the crease of my longing, teasing me with his fingertip as he stroked me gently.

“I think you’re hiding something for me in there,” he said, his tone teasing but his voice was also thick with desire. HIs fingertip burrowed deeper and I gasped as he increased the pressure on my hardened nub, rubbing it gently but insistently. “Open your legs so I can see.”

There was never a question of disobeying his command. My legs immediately parted, my hips instinctively raising to push against his hand to increase the pressure. Jason had barely even touched me, and already my need was about to burst.

“That’s my girl,” Jason said approvingly. Before I could respond, he bent down and suddenly his tongue replaced his fingertip.

“Jason,” I cried out, shocked by the sudden rasp of his tongue against me. My hips lifted even higher, and he anchored them down with his hands, pulling me open in the process.

“It’s okay, baby” Jason said, his voice low and soft. “Let me taste you. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

I grabbed the couch cushion under me with both fists, arrows of pleasure shooting through me as Jason’s lips and tongue caressed me over and over again. Looking down and seeing his head between my legs was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. But soon I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. They closed as the pleasure became almost too much, my headthrashing back and forth, my legs tense and trembling. The pressure was mounting and I felt like I was going to explode.

Jason’s mouth suckled me, and with one last stroke of his tongue, I came crashing down in waves of pure undulating pleasure. It was almost scary how good it felt, and each convulsion was followed by another until my body finally collapsed on the couch.

Jason lifted his head, grinning at me with unabashed satisfaction. “Feel better?”

I laughed, pushing against his waist with my foot. “Slightly,” I said with a smirk. Jason’s eyebrow raised, as if he was up for a challenge.

“Should we go for round two?” he asked. I gasped when he brushed his tongue on my now over-sensitive nub.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up so he was lying on top of me. My hunger had only been momentarily satiated, and now I ached to feel him inside me. “I was thinking of something else,” I said. I reached down and pulled at his waistband. “It involves you taking off your pants.”

“Fuck,” Jason said, his eyes closing.

“Exactly,” I replied.

Jason shook his head with a strained smile, opening his eyes. “No, I mean, fuck—I don’t have any protection. I didn’t think this would be happening tonight.”

I hesitated. I knew I should be careful. I knew we shouldn’t have sex without a condom. But the need to have Jason inside me was overriding my good sense.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “I mean, if you’re okay with it.”

Jason groaned and closed his eyes again, his forehead resting on my shoulder. “You have no idea how much I want to say yes.” He waited a few beats before raising his head, his eyes looking deep into mine. “I would love nothing more than to be inside you bare. But I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”

I shook my head, my heart swelling with love at his tender expression. “I won’t regret it,” I said. “I want you to come inside me.”

Jason made a guttural sound, and before I knew it, he was shedding his clothes, his face hard and dark with desire. I opened my legs eagerly, wanting nothing more than to become one with him.

“I’ll go slower next time, I swear,” Jason rasped, his hands grabbing my hips and positioning me below him. “I just need to be inside you now.”

My breath caught in my throat as he entered me in one long thrust, my wetness making it easier. I heard myself making sounds I didn’t recognize as his hips pumped forcefully, each time pushing into me and making my desire crest again until I was raising my hips up to meet each thrust, grasping for the release that was so close as pleasure mounted.

As my muscles clenched around him and I felt waves of my release rush through my body, Jason let out a yell. I felt his length pulsing inside me, and I clamped my legs around him, feeling like I was becoming one with him and not wanting to lose a drop of him.

When we were both done, Jason collapsed against me, his body sweaty and hot. We both took our time catching our breath, and I felt a surge of love for him. I wanted to say the words to him so badly, but we hadn’t said anything about love since he came back into my life. I felt sure that Jason loved me. Why else would he be acting the way he did and caring for me so much? But hearing the words from him would mean so much.

As Jason kissed my neck affectionately, I dismissed the thought. We didn’t need to say the words for me to know we felt it. I smiled at him as he lifted his head.

“Sorry that went so fast,” he said ruefully. “I got a little out of control.”

I shook my head. “Don’t apologize. It was perfect.” I looked down at him as his hand traveled to my bra. My shirt had come off in the process of making love, but my bra was still intact. That is, until Jason’s hand burrowed underneath it, finding one of my hard nipples.

“What are you doing?” I said, gasping at the sensation.

“I promised I would go slow next time,” he said with a grin.

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