Page 62 of Follow Your Bliss

The hot, overwhelming pleasure of his mouth consumed me, and I whimpered his name. I dug my fingers in his curls and pulled his sucking, probing mouth closer. I ground against him, but he braced his free arm across my hips and pinned them to the wall. A couple minutes in, I stopped struggling for control. He wanted to take his damn time. What if I let him?

Slowing down as if he was savoring me, he edged me with a mind-numbing attentiveness, like he could do this all day and night. Like he wanted to. The long, flat licks inside the hot suction of his mouth and the slow, leisurely explorations of his lips and tongue had me gasping his name with every breath.

For long minutes, his mouth stroked and lapped me into languid ecstasy, warmth stealing through all my limbs until my whole body ached with the need for release. My every exhale was a whimper. But then his lips sucked against my clit, his tongue swirling unmitigated tension into my every cell. His thick fingers slipped inside me, and I cried out, an orgasm tremoring through my whole body.

While I struggled to stand, his tireless tongue traced all the way back up to my mouth, probing inside and making me taste myself. I grappled at his back, lifting my leg along his hip, rubbing every smooth expanse of his skin I could reach until my hand closed around his cock. I pumped him once and my feet left the ground.

“Do you want me inside you, Sweet Rose?” he murmured in my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes!” But guilt ate at me. “Jason, are you sure? I shouldn’t have rushed you.”

“I’m sure.” He leaned in to kiss me, but I pressed my hand against his chest to stop him.

“Okay, but if we’re doing this, I need you to be exclusive for as long as we’re, you know, doing this.”

His brows came down as his eyes burned into mine. “Absolutely. I’m only yours.” The heat of his gaze warned me he meant more than physically, but I needed him too badly to heed that now.

The fat tip of his cock pressed between my labia. “Are you sure you want mebare?” His hoarse voice cracked on the word, gruff, full of need.

“Yes,please,” I panted. “I’m sure. Give meeverything.”

His first thrust filled me completely, so full, so good. We swallowed each other’s moans as he ground against me in a rhythm. “Talk to me, Jason, tell me—”

“You’re so hot, so tight. Christ, Rose, I’ve never…” he thrust deeply again, and paused, his words quivering out desperate, thoroughly undone. “So good. So…ah…so good.”

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me so good,” I begged.

He ground so deep, and I mewled against his mouth with my hands digging in his hair.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you imagined when you slipped that vibrator inside your pussy?” He pulled out a little, then thrust himself in to the hilt, filling me to the brim and staying there. Pivoting his hips in tight circles, he devoured my mouth.

“Yes,” I moaned. Completely overcome, I slapped softly at his shoulders and sucked at his lips, bucking my hips. “Just like that, just like that.”

He shifted his angle, growling at the back of his throat. “Tell me how you like it, baby. Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything.”

“Deep and hard, so hard,” I whimpered. My fingernails were at his neck and down his back.

His tongue dove into my mouth. I wanted all of him inside me. His tongue, his cock, his fingers. I could be the goddess of taking him into me. I wanted him to fuck me into divinity. I squeezed his cock inside me and he cried out, never stopping the sublime grinding that had me barreling toward transcendence.

“Oh my God, you feel so fucking good, Rose.”

He shifted me lower on his hips, grinding against a new place no lover had ever tapped. I cried out.

He stopped moving. “Am I hurting you?”

I almost shouted. “No! Don’t stop! It’s perfect.” I gripped his shoulders as he committed hard to those deep-inside-me perfect grinds against that perfect spot and kissed me like he’d eat me alive. He brought me higher and higher, then I broke loose. Stars sparked behind my eyes as I embraced the cosmos, elevating to another plane of being. I came so hard, I squirted.

“Oh, Christ, Rose, I can feel you coming, so hard. Baby, you feel so fucking good.” He drove harder, rougher. My breasts bounced against his hard chest as he prolonged the divine contractions deep in my body. He became a primeval god of thrusting, crying out as his release throbbed inside me. He ground slowly and deeply until it ceased.

With his arms still tight around me, he pulled me away from the wall. My feet gently touched the ground. Our hungry kisses turned to smiles and searching gazes.

“Goddamn,” I panted. It was all I could manage. I laid my head against his sweaty chest and wrapped my arms around his middle, my legs trembling.

“Fuck, never in my life,” was all he could say, breathless as me. He pressed a kiss to my head and pulled me with him toward the bed.

“Wait,” I said, “I need to pee.”

His eyes focused on me, and he kind of laughed. “What?”

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