Page 113 of Next Time I Fall (Excess All Areas 2)

“More than you know.”

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Jase barely waited for an answer before he started to do all the things he’d thought about while they’d been apart. He ran his palms along her ribs.

Yeah, she might feel self-conscious, but he didn’t give a fuck about the way she smelled or tasted.

She was perfect.

And he wanted all of her.

He parked his worries about the fears she’d had about him. She was right, in one respect, there had been opportunity. But he’d not been tempted once.

Because he hadher.

He ran his tongue between the seam of her lips, savouring the way she was already wet for him. When she gasped and arched as he slid one and then a second finger deep inside, he could feel his balls tighten.

Christ, he was going to come rubbing his dick against the new quilt cover he’d bought. He climbed back up her body and reached into the drawer for a condom. He knelt up to slide it on as she watched him hungrily. “I promise I’ll make it up to you if you don’t get there before I do, but I need this. I need you.”

He reached between them and guided the head of his dick into her.

“Jase,” Cerys gasped against his ear.

“Yeah. Damn. I feel it. Can I just take it, Cerys? Let me.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered before she bit gently on his lower lip.

With a growl, he pushed into her, feeling her stretch and clench around him. The muscles in his legs tightened, his toes curled, at the sensation of it. “Oh, fuck.” He withdrew and slammed fully home. His head spun, the feeling of an orgasm tightening his core after just two pumps.

Jase stopped and breathed. Settled into her body, surrounding himself with the scent of her. The warmth of her porcelain skin against his roughness. The rise of her chest as she breathed, and the way her breasts crushed up against him.

The feeling receded enough to allow him to move. Fractional movements as he ground deep against her. Minimal withdrawal and a hard thrust, right up on her clit where she loved it. He didn’t even have to use his hands as long as he gave her the pressure she needed.

He slid his hands beneath the cheeks of her arse. Holding her right where he wanted her as he rolled his hips.

“Harder,” Cerys begged.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunted.

“You won’t.”

He studied her eyes, filled with need, and began to withdraw until just his head breached her lips, and then slammed home.

As soon as he did, the feelings of his orgasm flared again, and this time he didn’t stop it. He gave in to the sensation of her nails on his back, to the way her hips lifted to meet his. The way she gasped every time he bottomed out. He could feel her body shake as it sought what it needed, what only he could give her.

“Oh, just like that,” she gasped, her whole body tensing and arching as she came silently, her mouth open, her eyes glassy.

“Cerys,” he cried, his dick pulsing with her as his head spun from the intensity of it.

He planted his head at the side of her neck, inhaling her scent in harsh rasps as he tried to control his breathing.

Cerys’s arms tightened around him, and his place in the universe settled.

With someone who wanted him.

With someone who completely accepted him as he was.

For who he was.

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