Page 61 of Follow Your Bliss

Dinner and less than ten minutes of a movie at the condo led directly into making out on the couch again, him half on top of me, but with his pelvis not touching me. I didn’t mean to be that person who couldn’t have a relationship without sex, but he had me desperate only with his lips on my mouth, my neck, my jawline. I dove my hand down the back of his shirt, stroking the hard muscles of his back and trying to shift my body more underneath him. I wanted this man. No, I needed this man, and I needed him now. Had I ever been so desperate to show a man with my body how crazy he made me?

But what satisfaction couldst I have tonight?

None, as long as he planned to remain celibate. I loved sex. I was good at sex. But maybe I needed to let a better person than me teach me how to be patient.

Or maybe he just didn’t like me enough.

His thumb’s circles on my bare thigh went up three more inches as he sucked kisses at the crook of my neck. I whimpered. “Just when I think you’ve hit my Achilles heel, you find a new spot for your magical mouth to tease me.”

He chuckled and kept at it.

Irredeemable, incorrigible, wanton. And still somehow defective. That was me. I’d throw out one last invitation.

“Jason, I respect your journey through celibacy, I really do, but when you’re ready, I want you to take me so hard and rough that neither of us can walk for days. Respectfully.”

He groaned, and his hand left my thigh to hover over my breast then fall to my stomach. “You’re the sweetest torture.”

My heart sank. My panties were soaked, all my blood was pooled between my legs, and my nipples were so peaked they stung. “Jason, I don’t want to stop kissing you, but I need to go take care of myself because wanting you is physically painful.”

I skirted out from under him and went toward the bedroom.

“Don’t leave me,” he begged, turning toward me with puppy dog eyes.

But I closed the door anyway and pulled out my new favorite vibrator. I threw everything off the bed, switched on the lamp and off the overhead light, eager to run my hands down my own skin since Jason wouldn’t.

Finally naked, I pulled back the covers, fighting the tears springing to my eyes. He didn’t like me enough. That had to be the reason, and it sucked. Sex was emotional for him, and he wasn’t about to give up his celibacy for someone he didn’t really care about.

I respected the hell out of that, and it was for the best. Because…I liked him a lot. He was such a cool person. Kind, talented, and smart. Not to mention funny and caring. Not that it mattered. I could enumerate all his wonderful qualities, and it still wouldn’t mean—

“Rose?” His voice came from just outside the door.

“Jason,” I replied, wiping under my eyes.

The door opened. I turned. Jason strode toward me.

Completely naked.

My eyes went down of their own accord. “Holy smokes, Deck Daddy ishung.”

He took my face in his hands, standing so close that his hefty, erect cock pressed hard and warm against my belly. My entire body short-circuited.

“Rose, I can’t wait.” His dark eyes soaked into my soul. “I don’t want to miss a minute of us.” He kissed me hard, possessively, and I grabbed his waist, kissing him just as fiercely.

Us?

His hands traveled down. His hand on my breast caressing, his hand on my bottom pulling me tighter to him even as he pushed me back against the wall. But I could never be close enough, no matter how my hands scrabbled at his broad shoulders, dug into the curls at the back of his neck, and pulled his face closer, his whiskers scritching my palms. His kisses claimed me, pulling me away from shore, but he was an ocean I wanted to drown in.

He pulled my arms over my head, threading the fingers of his one hand through both of mine and pinning them to the wall. “You want me to be in charge?” he asked with a cocky smile.

“Until I say so,” I dared.

He swept his tongue inside my mouth, then his lips and tongue ran hot down my neck. I arched my back, and he took the bait, capturing my breast in his mouth.So good.My whimper bloomed into a moan as his hand slipped between my legs, his fingers dipping in, stroking me, circling me with devastating gentleness. My knees went weak. Did my pussy write that book he was reading?

His thumb circled my clit, and his fingers slipped inside. With his tongue flickering fast across my nipple inside his suckling mouth, I was overwhelmed by the sensation ofhim. My orgasm came fast and hard.

He let my hands go, and I grabbed his face to bask in the onslaught of his claiming kisses on my mouth. Then his hands and tongue and teeth teased my nipples and skipped warm exclamation points down my belly.

Kneeling down, he pushed my legs apart and glanced up at me with a wicked smile. He tugged one of my thighs over his shoulder and split my sex open with his thumbs. And then he buried his face in with a lusty moan.

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